Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Whine and Cheese

I thought of titling this particular post, "Nap, Interrupted." I cannot tell you how annoying it is to me, because I am a selfish and grumpy soul, to be interrupted four different times in the course of one nap. Now, I know I said that my nausea has mostly abated by now, and this is true, but the tiredness is another story. Most days, if Addy is taking a nap in the afternoon, I like to crawl into my own bed and sleep as well. I am taking advantage of this indulgence while I still can, as I imagine my napping days are over once the second baby comes along. But the problem with this is that if the phone is anywhere near me, it inevitably rings just as I am half-asleep, and startles me awake with a nice little panicky burst of adrenaline.
So I'll answer that call, and then, feeling both groggy but also edgy from the mental jolt, try to fall back asleep. And then the stupid dog will start barking wildly and scramble to the window as though there were a cat festival taking place on our front lawn. Nine times out of ten, when I stumble into the living room to see if someone is here, not only is no one here but there are also no visible signs of life, animal or human, anywhere to be seen. The source of the random barking is a mystery.
So, muttering grumpily under my breath, I will lurch back to bed (this is assuming the crazed barking hasn't woken Adelay) and try once again to return to sleep. And then the phone will ring. This happened for about three hours straight yesterday, first a call, then the dog, then a call, then the dog... I thought I was going to cry from exhaustion and frustration. This probably all sounds like a minor inconvenience to someone who is not able to lie down during the day EVER, and I realize it's not exactly a tragedy worthy of a 5K benefit walk or anything. But it does put me in a really irritable mood for the rest of the day.
The solution here is probably to, a, TURN THE PHONE OFF, and b, lock the dog in another room so he can't hear whatever inaudible-to-human-ears sounds he's hearing that send him into his random frenzies of barking. There, I solved my own problem. I will now end the whining portion of this post.
On to the cheese. I decided last night that my husband's and my conversational skills have taken a serious nose dive into the BORING lately. We spent, in rough estimation, about an hour last night discussing food. Primarily cheese. I was already tucked into bed (it was ten o' clock, after all!) and he was standing in the doorway getting ready to return to his computer. One of us made a random comment about food, and we were off. We had a long, lively conversation about whether we're eating enough antioxidant-rich fruits and vegetables, and whether we should try to have more vegetarian meals. We talked about whether black beans provided "complete" protein or not. We moved from this witty repartee into a spirited debate about whether or not cheese is a nutritious food choice. We concluded that we definitely should control our cheese portions more strictly. And then we kissed goodnight. This was tragic stuff. I mean, food is important. Nutrition is important. But dear Lord... In three years we've gone from lying around, staring into each other's eyes and talking about our hopes and dreams, to lying around talking about the merits of black beans!?
I think Justin Timberlake is right. It's time to bring sexy back! Or if not sexy, at least... Not cheese. Which I ended up eating with Triscuits in bed last night, as I was famished and required nourishment after our lengthy discussion about the dangers of cheese.


Jess said...

You know me - I have 50 vegetarian cookbooks for you to look at. Let me know if you want osme of them.

I hear ya about the quality of the conversations lately. Mine have been solely about bodily functions for the last few months. I forgot that other people (especially my husband) do not want to hear about poop and puke. I can't help that it's on my mind constantly, and my poor husband just deals with it.

Mommy Daisy said...

Napping is a must when pregnant. Especially if you're able to get them in when you're home. I napped all throughout my pregnancy. I'm not sure I'll be so lucky the next time around. You're so much nicer than me. I wouldn't have answered the phone, and then would have shut it off right away. Well, like you said, next time.

You think it's bad after 3 years! Wait until 7! And we dated through high school and beyond for 5 years before that. We have some BORING conversations. But we still have a fire for each other! I wouldn't trade the borng conversations for much. As long as I'm spending time with him.

Swistle said...

One of the worst freak-outs of my life was when I was pregnant with the twins and had been woken up three or four times from the same nap. I thought I might possibly TAKE FLIGHT from sheer rage.

Also, food sounds like a VERY EXCITING conversation to me.

Black Sheeped said...

But! Cheese is delicious! And so are black beans. And good for you. I would be willing to discuss black beans for hours. And chickpeas!

Thanks for your nice comment. It was very sweet, and when the day comes for another member of the family, I'm sure I'll be blogging about it extensively. :)