After a pretty epic journey, we're finally cozied up in Vancouver BC at the Sandman Hotel. Last night we each had our own share of work that was overdue and ended up staying awake nearly the entire night until we rushed out the door for the bus to the airport at 5am. The first bus was freezing and the second bus STUNK. John fell asleep almost immediately. When we disembarked from the bus he dropped his duffel bag and didn't even notice. I was behind him and just sort of stared at the bag in the aisle, growing concerned with our competence for traveling this early in the morning.
We got to the airport way too early and had to walk, no exaggeration, about 3 miles total to get to the gate + Air Canada blows. When we were waiting for the elevator I was actually envisioning the scene of me throwing up into my nalgene water bottle.
I got myself to the bathroom and on the way back saw exactly what I wanted for breakfast and John dutifully got it for me. It's pretty awesome being able to identify exactly what you want to eat. The only issue is that sometimes I'll be looking at the object of my desire and I have this really blase feeling about eating it. I'm not sure if this topics begs much more discussion except that it's very confusing.
So when we arrived at the Vancouver airport, I was very impressed by the look of it and nauseated by the smell of butt which seemed to emanate from the northwest corner. I guess it's no surprise that we were hanging out there because I had to pee, AGAIN. We hopped on the train and eventually checked in at the hotel.
We fell asleep soon after and woke up starving, ordered something similar to what we had seen on a commercial moments before and when the delivery guy, like a prophet, came bearing our dinner, I had this cat sense that I wasn't going to dig the shrimp salad that looked so good in the commercial. This particular salad was bathed in Parmesan cheese which was just ethically wrong.
Once the food is digested, we're going to go swimming in the pool/whirlpool.
Bodywise, most of yesterday and today I haven't thought as much about being pregnant. My stomach has moments of severe cramping but for the most part I'm fine. I'm sure it could and perhaps will be worse. I found myself thinking today, how I wouldn't want this to be any other way than it is. Maybe this is the first onset of a maternal instinct; within 4 days I've gone from a high level of uncertainty to so much growing excitement and comfort. I'd hate, and I mean I'd really hate to sound like a typical pregnant lady (see: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=tJRzBpFjJS8 ) but I'm so glad this is happening, how enriching it is (the change of perspective most of all) that I can't imagine it not happening.
Tomorrow evening we'll be going the Louis CK show that brought us to Vancouver. Everything deserves a smile, and I sure have one on right now.
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