There is nothing more fun than sitting around waiting for your water to break and to start experiencing what could be the most intense pain you have ever felt.
And actually wanting it. Bring it on, Bebe.
This is my life. It’s pretty quiet in my little apartment here in North Carolina these days, and while I’ve got loads of ideas for edifying, educational posts such as why Burt Wolf is the greatest of all the PBS travel show hosts (and I can give you like thirty-four reasons right off the top of my head) and how kimchi saved my life, I just can’t focus long enough to compose them.
Ergo I was pleased to see that my great pal on the interwebz Liquorstore Bear had tagged me in the Guten Tag game and invited me to tell you more tidbits about myself that you never wanted to know. The composition of such a post is fun and indulgent and I’m all about fun and indulgent these days. My life will soon be tinted with meconium and boob juice and I’m a diligent enough blogger to keep those aspects away from you, gentle readers. I’m working hard to distract myself from these facts of life.
So here are the rules:
- Post the rules
- Answer the questions
- Create 11 new questions
- Tag 11 people with a link to your post
- Let them know you’ve tagged them
Questions
- Do you have a test or tests that help you judge someone’s character? As a former server, I watch people when I go out to eat with them. How they treat the server is a pretty good indication of how awesome/hateful they are.
- When did you first feel like a grown-up? This morning. Receiving the request to complete this Guten Tag post was a pretty clear indication that I had arrived.
What is something you read that made you wish you could write that well? Eloise at the Plaza Hotel. I still wish I could be as awesome as her (Hilary Knight AND Eloise).- What do you say when you answer the phone? “Talk to me”, a la Uncle Jesse.
- Have you ever stiffed someone on a tip? Once, accidentally. I was taking a cab to Union Station in Chi-town to catch a train to Memphis for my wedding. I was in such a tizzy with my wedding dress and trousseau comprised of Milk Duds and a copy of Bram Stoker’s Dracula in tow that I completely blanked and forget to tip the cabby. I am a heel, I know.
- Do you have a favorite writing utensil? Not really, but I was once made fun at no end by a group of coworkers for using the term “writing utensil.” It’s pretty geeky, when you think about it.
- Do you use a calendar? Not really. I don’t have enough going on to need one.
- Do you have road rage? It depends on where I’m driving. Not so much in Memphis (inexplicable), moderately in Chicago (Dan Ryan expressway), and absolutely in Fayetteville (home of all things vile on the road).
- Are you a morning person or a night owl? Neither, I’m a midday monster.
- What surprised you about blogging when you first started? How few trolls have found me.
- If you could drink anything at all, what would you choose? Oh Lord, this is too hard. I haven’t had an adult drink in ten months, so they all sound fantastic. The first thing that pops into my head, though, is Hoegaarten on tap.
Now for the eleven questions I am concocting:
- Coke or Pepsi? Or Fanta (we don’t judge)?
- What is your guilty pleasure?
- The Beatles or the Rolling Stones?
- Describe your first crush.
- How often do you respond to/ pass along blogging honors, such as the Versatile Blogging Award?
- Where would you travel if you could go anywhere?
- Did you have cable TV growing up?
- What’s the most interesting thing you’ve ever eaten?
- Why do you blog?
- What’s the worst gift you’ve ever been given?
- Any baby advice?
And the lucky bloggers I’m passing this on to:
The Waiting 
Thanks for the tag!
Worse than writing utensil is saying supper materials. I want to break my own fingers for typing that.
Supper materials sounds like a bad translation of the food served on Aeroflot Airlines.
My baby advice is to set up a Google calendar. Babies go to the pediatrician so often that it is mind-boggling. And that’s just for the WELL visits!
So I’ve heard! We just found a pediatrician we really like and our decision to go with her was based primarily on her waiting room, where we’ll be spending all our time.
The importance of decent waiting rooms cannot be underestimated. I also like offices with separate sick and well rooms, even though parents ALWAYS try to sneak their sick kids onto well-side.
Ours has those! :) There are also NO toys, magazines, or those spongy playmat floors to be contaminated. The place kind of looks like Mies Van Der Roh designed it since there are only linoleum floors and plastic chairs. Everything can be wiped down. Me likey. Germs are nast.
That sounds perfect! I never understood waiting rooms with toys.
I don’t usually participate in these get to know you games. See what happened was, my dad drilled into my head that you couldn’t answer those chain emails that asked you questions about yourself because a crazy serial rapist would come and get you.
I want to answer yours because you are cool, but I have not answered others. So what will they think? I can’t have them knowing I think you are cooler then them.
We can just have a secret blogging romance ;)
Thanks for the tag! I’m craving a Strawberry Fanta now for some reason.
Just as long as you aren’t also wanting to wear neon pink spandex and pleather, I think you should indulge.
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You are too cool for school… btw, your water may not break at start of labor. I was kind of bummed yet grateful that this was not the case. Bummed because it seems like the cliche woman in labor thing to happen. Grateful because I didn’t have to deal with the aftermath. My husband had chucks standing by to protect the car seat from any water leakage (chucks = those blue / white absorbent pads that some people use for doggy indoor potties).
Mine broke right away then I was a switcheroo witness to a friend’s birth after she rubbed my back for 13 hrs. Hers didn’t break until she was sitting over the toilet and had to catch her own baby. It wasn’t as scary as that sounds. It was just really fast, which I was completely jealous of. She had about 6 hrs of labor and 0 minutes of pushing. Everyone is so different! And it’s never like the movies, who are relentless in ignoring the placenta.
Haha, placenta – my husband thought it was another baby coming! We maybe should’ve gone to the classes!
LOL they made us pass around a big stick with a hook at the end for breaking our water at the childbirth class. I think one could also darn some socks with that thing.
Beth, really good idea about keeping some pads in the car in case my water does break, though. As in-demand as a Prius is, I have a hard time believing we’ll be able to resell it someday if the front passenger seat is stained with amniotic fluid.
Jells, I never even knew that the delivery of the placenta was “a thing” until I started doing my research right after I got pregnant. Damn you, Knocked Up and Father of the Bride Part II! Delivery scenes are the most misleading things ever!
Wonder Woman, no, you shouldn’t have gone. Our childbirth class experience was only good in that it gave us something to laugh about. We mostly only learned how most of the other pregnant couples in our town are inclined to be more clueless than we are :) BTW thanks for stopping by and commenting!
I’m also surprised at the lack of trolls on the ol’ blog, as well–especially with how many I’ve seen around the internets. It’s a pleasant surprise till I realize that my blog’s not popular enough to attract trolls, at which point I open a pack of Zingers and cry to myself. It’s like middle school all over again.
LOL it’s just a matter of time before we get all popular and thusly shat upon. I would have to ask for freelance submissions from my readers on how to handle the supposed troll because my first inclination is also to just go to my room and cry.
I forgot to thank you for tagging me! I’m going to do something with this for sure for sure.
Thanks for thinking of me!