We moved this past weekend to Alston Park in Bluffton. Thank you, God. That shit hole on the Islands was really cramping my style. I could go on for hours about what a pain in the ass that place was and how much I hate the staff and community manager, Randall. Yes, he and I have a first-name relationship. All I will say is this: we were paying as much rent at Colonial Grand at Hammocks as we're paying for our house. Yes, that should make you shudder. All that aside, Baby Ratcliff is relieved to be in a new, clean, and healthy home. This place is fabulous. There are running trails and a happy little park in the center where you can walk your dogs. Iggy, Maggie, and I just returned from a delightful evening walk. It was perfect.
Now that leads me to my next topic: three different people today told me that I'm "showing." Normally, this might not upset an expectant mother, but when the expectant mother is a mere 9 weeks along and her baby is the size of a green olive (reference the ticker at the top), it's a very bad thing indeed. Ann, our office Administrative Assistant who is amazing (I must add that), even asked if I was expecting twins. Ouch.
I know everyone meant no offense, and most people would love to hear that. I, on the other hand, would rather be told how small I am and how little weight I've gained. A good, "Oh, wow! I didn't even know you're pregnant!" would be much appreciated. Instead, my stomach is showing all of the heinous food I've eaten over the past couple days. I mean, come on! We were moving! What were we supposed to do? Making a f&^$#ing salad?!? Right. I couldn't even find my forks for two days!
I promise this, dear readers, that I will get up in the morning and exercise from now on. I've been slacking because we're unpacking, but today's comments have been burned into my memory and will be a constant reminder that just because I'm pregnant doesn't mean that I can have a Quarter Pound Cheese Coney.
Well, Baby Ratcliff, if there's anything I should gain weight for, it's you, but I really wish you didn't like ice cream and macaroni and cheese.... and 810 calories worth of Coney. :(
