I hope not, but today may have been the last day of
mountain biking on the North Shore, pre-baby. Depends on the weather and my motivation but my inability to climb is impacting my self esteem. I am sucking wind like never before. I am also the whiney girl who gets super pissed at her boyfriend when he doesn't wait. You see, I have never been waited for. I wait. It's frustrating to wait, but even more frustrating to be left behind. I now would like to offer a deep apology to anyone I have never waited for whilst mountain biking, snowboarding, running, or anything else. I am truly, very sorry. I am an asshole.
Other than mountain biking, I spent the weekend seeking entertaining activities that were not too dangerous and didn't consist of sitting at bars watching people drink or eating and eating and eating out some more. You see, I am bored. I am bored of not being able to do much fun stuff. I think my friends are dissipating and they aren't calling anymore because I don't want to sit at a bar and watch them drink and they don't want to be seen drunk by a party pooper. So I am finding myself watching lots of movies, going for lots of walks and buying useless items, amongst other time fillers. Its not that I don't love meeting with friends for chit chat and such but it might be the 'placenta brain' so many speak of, but my conversation skills are lacking. "I am mind fucked" so to say, completely blank at times, something new to me. So Saturday we went downtown and were super tourists and rented
rollerblades to rip around the Seawall. Turned out that it was actually pretty fun, despite the geekiness. I did get a fair amount of dirty looks from passerbys as I gently coasted with my dog in tow and lil belly protruding from my tank. But hey, I wouldn't 'blade' if I thought I would fall. I spent half my life on the damn things, I just ain't the falling type. And I was 'blading' at about 25% so lay off. In the evening we headed out for some non alcoholic entertainment:
Yuk yuks. Very good choice. It was the early show at 800pm which I would highly recommend for the pregnant gals, simply because it seems alot of people go to Yuk Yuk's simply to get sloshed, more so at the 10:30pm show though. The comedians were awesome, well for the most part. Unfortunately, the female comedian failed to challenge my stereotype and absolutely blew. But there were a few males, such as the headliner
Paul Myrehaug, whose hilarious, but very perverted (be warned), performance was interrupted by a slutty stagette party getting into a brawl with a door man. Seriously. That was entertainment I would have missed watching movies at home or drinking tea in a coffee shop. More comedy shows to come. But be cautious for there were a lot of pregnancy jokes that sensitive gals would not take lightly. For example an audience member answered the comedians interrogation saying she had a 10.7lbs babe, he then made jokes about her ability to laugh at any of his jokes without leaking, her vagina sounding like a
didgeridoo in the wind and so on. So do be wary if you are not fond of the rotten humour that tends to tickle me.
I am still rather agile, and have yet to encounter any balance issues so I will be heading up to
Whistler tomorrow for my first and last few days of riding. I anticipate lots of groomers accompanied by the Man who is a beginner rider who will be praying I don't repay him the favour of "not waiting". And upon my return or perhaps within the few days I am away, I will bless you with a detailed report of my decision to switch from
South Community Birth Program to
West Side Midwives with the intention of having a
home birth, submerged in water of course.
