the sentiment is "why bother?"

my company employee recognition awards celebration was a relative success on Monday. i was one of the first to arrive at the Cheesecake Factory, and told the servers i needed to order first being that i am pregnant, the world's slowest eater, and had a major speaking role in the festivities. i wasn't served first, but i wasn't served last. i ordered water three times before it arrived (with dessert?). the service i received was not worthy of an automatic 18% gratuity, but i think i was the minority among the nearly 50 attendees. the president of my company arrived via corporate jet, made his first visit to our office in the 9 years i have worked for the company, and brought along the super-dooper award winner's director (who actually hired her, which is pretty cool). a couple people said "thanks". and of course a couple complained.

my latest stats from my Tuesday appointment with the ob-gyn were tonnage at 166 lbs and a good blood pressure of 118/71. i was at 31 weeks and 3 days, and the Peanut's femur measured at 31 weeks 2 days. again, everything is nearly "perfect". my epiphany is that pregnancy is just a pain in the ass; and it's the first year that really worries and frightens me (and i have to admit i dread a little).

i obsessed Tuesday evening through Wednesday. see, i forgot to flush the powder room toilet and of course we had someone come look at the house. it was just pee with paper and even though el Jefe' was home Tuesday night, and Punkin loves to put toilet paper in the potty, i'm certain it was my fault. (besides, Punkin like to flush, too). then i realized if someone isn't going to buy our house because i forgot to flush the toilet, chances are they aren't go to buy this house at all.

and another classic stupid moment for mommy: Punkin and i got home kind of late (for coming straight home, not late for either of us going swimming). i got close to the house and noticed someone had parked out front. it apeared the key was out of the lock box. so, i figured the house was being shown, (again!) (yet unbeknownst to me, but that happens a lot) detoured a block, and unloaded Punkin to go play in our neighborhood park. Punkin and i sat at a picnic table, he climbed and went down the slide several times, he crawled across the whole park twice pretending to be a doggie, he got to pet one friendly doggie (out of two), he took a tumble from the top of the picnic table all the way to the ground, and he cried and he hit and he swore when it was time to go. and it was not a potential buyer parked out front, so dinner was late, and bath night was late (and Punkin's bath water was the nastiest it has ever been).

i stayed up past 11 pm downloading and map-questing houses up North from Linda. nothing looks like a "wow" on paper, but the "must-see"s last weekend weren't even shortlisted, and the shortlisted houses weren't "wow"s on paper.

still, i'm having trouble getting things accomplished at work; we haven't gotten an offer on our house; we haven't narrowed down a neighborhood up North; and we aren't going to file our taxes on time (but we are filing for an extension). fortunately i do not have any income from this blog to declare. gee, i wonder why.