Excuses

Okay, I know I am seriously behind on blogging. But I have a really good excuse - I'm Pregnant!

Finally after a year of hope and disappointment we are going to have a baby. The little Hendrickson-to-be is due to arrive March 9, 2010.

It turns out that being pregnant becomes a great excuse for all sorts of things. For example.

I don't have a can opener (it's at Mom's house) so I can't have tuna and now I am crying, and it's all because I'm pregnant.

I have been working on the same two-page paper on HIV/AIDS for two weeks - I can't think straight because I'm pregnant.

I can't get up in the morning and be on time for work because I'm pregnant.

I can't do the dishes because it makes my back hurt and dishes smell funny because I'm pregnant.

I don't sleep well and sprawl over more than my share of the bed because I'm pregnant.

These are just a few of the many things that pregnancy excuses. It is great to have a handy excuse that works for just about everything. Following is an actual conversation that Ross and I had the other night (all of which started because of the missing can-opener).

Megan: I'm going to make spaghetti with the tomatoes from the garden and spaghetti squash.

Ross: Sounds good.

Megan: (after chopping onions and garlic) Crap! We still don't have a can-opener and I can't open tomato sauce so I can't make spaghetti. (utter and complete defeat on the verge of tears) Now I don't know what to make for dinner.

Ross: Hmm... let me help you figure out something.

Megan: I could make Poppyseed chicken. No I need cream of chicken soup for that and it's in a can! (Tears are swelling)

Ross: (trying to come to the rescue) Let me make dinner tonight, I'll figure out something, you go watch T.V. or read or something.

Megan: NO! I want to make dinner. I wanted spaghetti.

Ross: Well, let me make something else. We'll have spaghetti another time.

Megan: No! I don't want you to make dinner. (seriously?!?)

Ross: Okay... do you want my help at all?

Megan: Yes. I mean... No. I mean.... I don't know. I know I should want you to help but for some reason I know that anything you do will make me mad so... No, I think you should leave the kitchen and I will figure something out.

... because I'm pregnant.

P.S. I ended up making grilled chicken (which I burned) and Fettuccine Alfredo from a box, which has been stashed in the back of cupboard from before we were married. It turned and sticky and soggy but Ross still ate it cheerfully. He is a really good man.