Today we had good weather, my Chanel purse has finally arrived by mail as the postal strike is over (pictures to follow, about the purse not the postal strike), and I met a wonderful lady who, despite battling many health related setbacks, is wanting to compete in a triathlon, have a baby, and go to medical school. And I am willing to bet that she will do it all. People never fail to impress me. So many people much better than I am, with determination that I admire, doing things that are amazing from all points of view. What did I do to deserve this happiness? This goes to show that often it is all about how the die fall, and hardly ever about merit in this life.
Lest anybody think that I am virtuous, even now at 34 weeks, with a big belly, I go to my local Starbucks every morning and, presenting my Starbucks card, I ask for a grande soy latte. The Korean girl behind the counter looked at me today and asked: "do you want decaf?" I said nope, not at all, need my caffeine, have had it every single day during this whole pregnancy, and if I don't have it my baby will be asleep the whole day, and she's got stuff to do. Hey, at least I didn't pull out a cigarette to go with the coffee!
I also eat sushi/sashimi like a penguin, and other than feeling bad when my husband reprimands me, I am doing pretty well otherwise... Although I did have to stop about two weeks ago because I can't handle the salt in the soy sauce. Ditto for unpasteurized cheeses, I don't even know which cheeses are pasteurized. Probably the ones that taste bad. No, wait, those are the low fat ones. Don't touch them with a ten foot pole!
In my previous attempts at pregnancy I was very virtuous and gave up the caffeine, and the sushi, but this time I even drank it during IVF. I pretty much was convinced nothing was going to work anyway, so hey, might as well wake up properly in the mornings. I was right about one thing: in life we get what we get, not what we deserve. See, no point in being too virtuous, I tell ya...