So, last Saturday was my birthday. Nothing major going on, just went out to dinner with the boys, where I ate a huge cheeseburger. Not sure what it is with being pregnant and cheeseburgers, but they go together famously. Part iron deficiency, part permission to eat whatever the hell I feel like. Yay pregnancy!
The next day I woke up and I gained 2 pounds. Yikes. And if I wasn't already feeling guilty, I realized that at 8pm the previous night, while I'm sure all my neighbors where sitting in darkness in observance of Earth Hour, we were lazing on the couch, lights ablaze, watching Big Brother on Tivo. I totally forgot. Now I'm paranoid that the lady across the street has judged me uncaring and apathetic. No, I swear, I care! Blame it on the sleep deprivation or cheeseburger on the brain, but I really was planning on participating in that little act of conscience.
Once again this shows my over concern about what other people think. I'm not worried about the energy I consumed, I'm worried about what people who could see my windows were thinking. Which, I'm sure, no one could really give a rats ass. What's the saying? "You wouldn't care so much about what other people think of you, if you knew how rarely they did." So true. Not that it gets me off the hook for being a slacker.
But yesterday, the Great Global Warming gods let me know they actually ARE thinking of me.
Um, anyone got any plans for Earth Day?
