3/21/03
How is Debbie?
She's pregnant.
She's also healthy (aside from the back-to-back, nasty colds she has shared with me) and she is, for the most part, happy.
How would I know she's happy? She told me. I've asked, "Are you happy?" She replies, "Yeah."
I haven't asked in a while, though.
Hold on, I'm going to call her...
I just got off the phone. She said she is happy. She was a little suspicious about my question. She asked me if I was the one who wanted to know. I'm wondering who else she thought was concerned about her happiness. She's a great gal. I'm sure there are plenty of people I know that wish her nothing but the best. However, I don't have many people ask me about her happiness. How's Deb feeling? How's Deb's pregnancy? How's work for Deb? How's Debbie put up with you? I get those. But not too many people want to know, "Is Deb happy?"
But, just in case, as of Friday, March 21 at 3:15 p.m., Debbie is happy (yes, Lisa, I'm at work, but I swear I'm all caught up).
When's the last time anybody asked you if you were happy? I'm not sure what that question means. Right now, I'm sitting here and I'm not experiencing any pain or discomfort (other than a little gas). I had a tasty, nutritious lunch and I know that I'm probably going to have an equally tasty and nutritious dinner. I'm worried about major events in the news along with things I have to get done here at work but my brow is not furrowed and I'm not chewing on antacids. I'm looking forward to seeing my daughter in about half an hour and it's the start of another weekend.
Whoa. I guess I'm happy.
But we're talking about Debbie, here.
She finally succumbed to wearing her maternity clothes. Cute jumpers, long smocks and bibs that make her look a little like an Oompa Loompa (I will pay for that remark despite its accuracy).
Lately, Deb's been trying to get me to feel the baby moving. So far I haven't been able to feel anything. However I'm confident it'll happen soon. It's such a freaky sensation. I remember when Alex was in the womb and the Dr. told us to shine a very bright light on Deb's tummy. I didn't think Alex the Fetus would respond. But she did. She must have been trying like crazy to get at that light. It didn't last long. Alex the Fetus soon figured out that there wasn't anyway she was getting a hold of the light so she gave up. I guess I've got another chance to play the flashlight game this time around.
I'm looking forward to it.