foresight
topher and I "graduated" from childbirth class last saturday so no waking up at 8am tomorrow morning. three months after the last couple in our class gives birth we'll have a reunion, and I'm already looking forward to it. our teacher harriet was the best...sweet and comforting, informative, and she always brought us cookies and cakes (she's a childbirth educator and a caterer, I love a double-tasker)...I'll probably call her before my doctor when I go into labor. I also want to order some of her cakes for our baby party; saturday was pumpkin cheesecake and it was mighty tasty. we also watched a video about what happens post-partum and how babies and their parents, especially the mom, begin to bond immediately. babies are way more intuitive then we give them credit for...moreso then I ever would have guessed, anyway. did you know that if you lay a newborn baby on his/her mother's stomach as soon as they come out the womb, they will figure out a way to kinda shimmy up to the breast to begin feeding? they just know...and they tend to stare at their parents too, to begin imitating their facial expressions. that shit's fascinating to me! almost makes me wish I worked with babies...I never realized how much I liked the little suckas.
I am, however, getting sick of people chiming in with their two cents about what me and topher are naming beans...actually it's just three people in particular, two of them being an aunt and uncle who retired recently and apparently have nothing better to do then complain about shit that doesn't concern them. it's mostly about her middle name, my paternal grandmother's name, so you'd think these fools would watch their mouth and have some respect (and don't say jack bout how disrespectful I'm being toward them right now - what they ain't reading won't hurt them). my father named me after his grandmother...its a tradition I felt strongly about carrying on. the third person who dislikes it keeps asking if it's "too late to change the baby's name"...this coming form someone who suggested the name epiphany. fuck.outta.here. how is bean's name "ugly" (and trust me when I say it's so not ugly, its actually quite beautiful and simple) but epiphany, which she happened to spell epiffany, not? no offense intended if anyone reading is named that shit...I'm just sayin...past some really horrendous and/or ghetto-ish names, you really have no room to talk about anyone else's moniker. n-words can kick rocks. that being said, 99% of the other heads we've told love her name. not like - LOVE. it already fits her. I can't wait to write it on her birth certificate. then I'll probably still call her beans just out of habit *shrug*
we went to dinner with one of my best friends from denver a couple weeks ago - genevieve...even though she's been living in new york over a year this is the first time we've seen each other here. she'll officially be a doctor of medicine in june, so she's been really busy doing the whole almost a doctor thing...she also wasn't returning my phone calls for the longest. I didn't even get to tell her I was pregnant, our other best friend natasha ruined that for me with her big ass mouth. I've known these girls since kindergarten, anyway, we go back like eight tracks and my little pony knapsacks, so I can say they're both triflin. so gen is a vegetarian, very cultured and afrocentric, long thin dredlocs down her back, you really wouldn't think the chick grew up in colorado...she suggested we meet her at this place called the saigon grill on the upper west side. I wasn't too sure I'd dig the selection at a vietnamese restaurant, but the food was delicious. I can't even remember what I had to be honest, but it hit the spot. I'm glad we've finally hooked up again, however; it makes me feel better to be having a baby in new york knowing someone I've known for over twenty years is here to have my back. as far as natasha is concerned, she can kiss my big yellow asscheek...in the past month she's gone from asking me to find her and her husband shane a nice hotel to asking me to find a cheap hotel (new york budget hotels are not easy to find if you don't want to be sleeping in filth...put it this way, even the comfort inn in midtown can be over $150 a night) to basically demanding I let them stay with me and topher. lemme tell you something...this girl is so not ready for new york...she's spent her entire life, save some summers in chicago, in denver in big houses with lawns and mercedes benzies; she has no clue how to even picture a typical new york apartment. I can't even see her bourgeoise ass sleeping on a hardwood floor in this piece when she's accustomed to carpeted two-story condos in highlands ranch, CO...and I told her as much. and pointed out that my oldest niece was already staying here so there really was no room. it took everything I had within me, all the patience the most high has bestowed upon me as a soon-to-be parent not to sing, in my best nate dogg voice, "somebody better get this biiiiitch this biiiitch" after she started in with the "well we just bought a new house and I got laid off and you better find us somewhere free to stay cause I'm doing you a favor even coming out there" bullshit. thing is...her husband is still gainfully, profitably employed, that's first and foremost...second, it's not my fault she got fired after she bought her plane tickets (she funny with that laid off stuff, she got fired for having an attitude problem - this is the 10th time in as many years)...third, this bitch has never once come to visit me after I moved from colorado ten years ago. never once. didn't even come to my college graduation...gen did...natasha didn't. tasha is the type to always want to save a buck at someone else's expense...gen and I still laugh about how when we were kids she'd make us walk with her to burger king, pull out a roll of cash, buy a whole bunch of food, and not share it with us. I had to try to make her overstand that for once she couldn't be the center of attention, that she was not my priority...and most of all that she was stressing me out beyond belief. finally I just told her to get her plane tickets refunded and stay home. I thought I wanted her here, but in reality I don't...I'd almost let myself forget how outrageously spoiled she is. I won't have time to entertain her 24/7, and take care of my niece, and take care of the 30 other guests at our baby party including christopher's family, and take care of um...ME...who at that point will be one week away from d-day. shit. fuck a natasha. fuck anybody who's not out for me right now, frankly. I got a list.
in happier news, I finally met blue...I pretty much gave up hope that she'd ever come back to new york, and I hadn't really talked to her in awhile, but she surprised me with a phone call a couple weeks ago that eventually led to us meeting by yankee stadium on tuesday. she lives fifteen minutes away which is so convenient...I have LONG pheened for a girlfriend in my immediate area (and actually she applied when I first wrote about it - ironic, no?)...after I have beans and recuperate I promised her I'd take her to the strip club. so our day was pretty constructive - first stop was the restaurant topher and I are having our baby party at to sign some papers and drop off the deposit...we could've ate there but I wanted to go closer to midtown...blue had a taste for italian so I suggested olive garden. I prepared myself for the disgust that was sure to come as most new yorkers hate chain restaurants a'la applebees, friday's, red lobster, houlihans, but she was all for it, remarking that most of her friends were too stuck-up to fuck with the chain spots too, haha. on the train we compared love stories about her girl and my boy and the parallels were paramount...for the sake of her privacy I won't go into detail but lets just say, in the most eloquent way possible...that being with someone younger can be some shit.
olive garden was tasty although we both filled up so much on a seafood dip appetizer and salad we doggy-bagged up the entrees. and I can't resist mentioning how blue got nice off of some tiramisu shake concoction wherein the strongest ingredient was kahlua...I took a sip and in her defense it was kinda strong, but then again my once steel horse riding cowgirl tolerance for the alcohol has been obliterated from 9+ months of pregnancy-induced sobriety...I practically got drunk off one small glass of wine on my birthday afterall. harriet told our class that when we go into labor we can have a glass of wine or champagne to celebrate...I can just see my ass now hiccuping and all uncoordinated...that's the last thing I'ma need is a glass of wine. I'm all off topic. after olive garden back up to the bronx we mosied to get manicures and pedicures...I talked blue into painting her nails pink and I did copper (kinda hood but I'm pulling it off)...we sat in the nail salon at least an extra 45 minutes just trying to get the mess to dry, though. they layered our stuff on thick. they are so pretty, though...even though blue already started peeling hers off; I peeped that when she came over here day before yesterday to meet christopher and finish eating her olive garden (I took it home with me as she was going back out to the city after the nail place to meet up with some girls). I'ma just have to get her used to wearing nailpolish again, thats all. :D
what else what else? wednesday topher and I had planned to rent a car and hit up target to stock up on all the things we needed for the apartment. and like everyday we plan in advance it started snowing that wet ass snow that doesn't stick to the street but gets you wet as hell anyway. on top of that there was no hot water...which actually hasn't happened in a long time, but I still called the housing department to file a complaint (we haven't been playin around with these fools lately - too many things left neglected need to get fixed before beans gets here). to add insult to injury, enterprise rent-a-car refused to rent to me because I have a colorado driver's license. so we just said fuck the dumb shit and took a cab home from target with our hundreds of dollars worth of assorted life-bettering items we've been saving up for (a steam cleaner, new silverware, a couple of large area rugs, a slipcover for the couch, assorted bulk items, and a shitload of panties and bras and boxer briefs and socks and so on so forth yackity smackity). I do already feel better about bringing a baby in here, but there are still things to buy. we're on our way, though. and it helps to have a target closer then the ones out in jersey...which is funny actually because its literally five minutes away from my last apartment. they built an entire little shopping center down there with a marshall's, an applebee's, radio shack, starbucks...if those establishments would've been there all the years traj and I lived in that neighborhood the quality of our life in general probably would have been all kinds of improved. ah well...story of my life.
I think I've written enough, I am running out of things to say and ways to say them (as it is I've said "shit" in this entry about ten times)...its hot in this apartment and my stomach is growling crazy. let's see if I can convince christopher to get up off the coach (that might be tough as he's watching star wars - what a nerd) and walk with me to mickey d's...