Asher's growing and kicking, just like he's supposed to. But here's something strange - he's growing vertically right now. My belly no longer begins at its button; now it starts at my sternum. It looks like a little wall of baby is advancing forward into the world. And I SWEAR that most of pregnancy is a wives' tale. Make up a symptom - anything, seriously - and somebody will tell you, "I had a cousin's wife's best friend who had the exact same thing when she was pregnant." It's ridiculous. RI-diculous.
I'm not. That's your update. I took a book off the shelf two days ago, but it's still sitting in the living room, unopened. Reading takes energy, and like Joshilyn, I prefer the mindlessness of TV these days.
Sigh. Here is my issue with life at the coffee shop - I want to do every job well. And yet, if I'm not careful, I can be overtaken by the swirling mass of drama that is in every establishment of this kind. This week, it has been particularly hard to fight the undertow. But I really can't afford for it to win, because then I'll want to MOVE ON FROM MAKING COFFEE ALREADY, and I REALLY don't need to move on just yet. So it's time, once again, for me to take a deep breath and repeat, "It's just coffee." Because it is, you know.
I love our neighborhood. And I love living in town (as opposed to life on the lake, which was beautiful, but inconvenient). Our apartment is good, too - all that we need for it to be, and appreciated for its location more than anything else. Also, we are making friends, and we all know that friends are the difference between tolerating life and enjoying it. So, overall, life in Montgomery is good. Our restaurant choices are still lacking, but, meh.
Since Brian doesn't blog, really, I'll speak for him for just a moment. Brian is teaching science, and though he's a little bumfuzzled by the number of kids who would rather make a 3 on a test than study for it, he's enjoying it. Can't you see Brian as a teacher? I totally can.
Taylor is living with us again, and has been, since we moved into the apartment. He's fine. He gets bored with his little world, having been exposed to basements and backyards and all manner of fun since the last time he was stuck in an apartment. But he does okay. The most interesting thing about Taylor is that he has a buddy, a squat little dog who shares a back fence with ours. He has a bark that makes Brian quote in a gruff voice, "Your mama sure does care about your education, boy."