Well what better timing for my cousin (B) to be in town to run the Woman's Nike Marathon in SF!
We were supposed to meet up in the AM to do brunch but he canceled because he was getting sick and needed to get some rest for the race. We were to meet up at 4 pm that evening for the inspirational dinner.
I am in bed all day watching the tube because of all days damn it, today I can! OH yeah, I forgot to shave one leg in the shower. Beginning of the forgetfulness!
Team in Training for The Leukemia and Lymphoma Society hosts this Inspirational dinner the night before the race and serve carbs, carbs and more carbs. Well, I wasn't running 26 miles the next day, but I still carb loaded. We cheered in 6000 runners at the beginning and that was quite cool. On our way home, I tell him I am prego.
Sunday 10/18:
(B) races in the marathon and I go to Glide Memorial Church to get some inspiration on. (A) and her dad meet me there, and it was an off day at Glide. A day that actually made me think I may not go back for a bit. I feel like they actually may be becoming more secular than I care for. If you know me well, I am a bit weary of the whole church thing. I think it is cultish in ways and it just freaks me out. I am in no way Atheist, I guess I would have to be agnostic. I definitely believe in GOD and that GOD, whether it is an actual man/woman or dolphin, or statue I don't know, makes decisions for our lives for the better. Maybe GOD is just an aura around people and when you get in contact with those aura's you see, or feel GOD. Okay, enough, this is supposed to be about my pregnancy, not my spiritual beliefs.
So (A) and her dad and I go to the little dinner next to glide, and get breakfast. I get my usual: Vegetarian omelet with egg whites, hash browns, and sourdough toast. I am still going to keep it light now that I am prego, since I am really not eating for two quite yet!
Meet up with cousin (B) and he has the most amazing energy. He just ran a darn marathon and he is ready to take on the Castro. So we begin our journey for the day. We walk up market street after the street car decides to crap out on us. He is starving, I just ate, but we stop at Zuni Cafe for a bite to eat. So you know, I already spent all day reading about what I shouldn't eat. And gosh, that list is ridiculously long. But, I figure, most people still don't know they are prego at this point, I was just super ahead of the game. I am going to ignore the "do not eat list" one last time. I want me some Oysters. Guess what? I am fine! I didn't get sick and I got to enjoy my last taste of the amazing filter eater at one of the best places in SF to eat them.
As we are sitting outside Zuni, (B) is getting waved at by fire fighters, and smiled at by all cute gay men passing by. At this point, I think. Man, I wish I was a gay man. Nope, you are a prego woman....
Ok, well we window shop and I see this amazing book, Baby-Gami: Baby Wrapping for Beginners. So I am definitely going to do the sling thing with little baby I got growing in me. I can't wait. So this book also details how to wrap a baby in a road map just in case you have an accident on the road. Too funny!
We continue on our day/night by going tot he celebration dinner and dipping out because it was so crazy and (B) had had enough. We took the street car to Fisherman's Wharf, ate Clam Chowder out of a Boudin's Sourdough Bread bowl, and just talked. It was great!
Went to a store across the way to buy me a black North Face Fleece. So I am trying this jacket on, a men's medium, and it hits me. F*ck, I have to think about my belly in a few months. Will this jacket fit me???? ARGHHHHH.....
Well, cousin (B) and I improvised. I took my other jacket, rolled it into a ball and stuffed it on my tummy and zipped up the other fleece. Well, it looks like it will fit in 8 months (let's freaking hope!).
Monday 10/19:
Go to brunch at Dottie's True Blue Cafe after waiting for 1 hour. So worth the wait. Go to Border's after to purchase my first baby books. I get "What to expect when your Expecting" and "A Well Rounded Pregnancy Cook Book." As we are in line getting the books, and (B) gets the Playboy with Marge Simpson on the cover, a toddler is having a serious tantrum and as I look down at the books in my hand, (B) says "God I hate kids," and I just say "F*ck!"
Thanks Cousin (B) for making my weekend great. It was impeccable timing and well needed!!!! laughs!
This blog made me laugh so hard. I really don't hate kids, but I remember saying it. I also remember your face, Priceless!
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