Common Curtesy

Thanks Mrs. Spit & CLC. I'm gulping down the tapwater again. I need to take a step down the paranoia ladder. Anyway today's post is about common curtesy. I believe it is common curtesy to slow down and in fact even to stop when you are driving through a parking lot, and someone is crossing at those painted on yellow lines in front of the store.

C and I are crossing the street to go to Zellers, and this young woman is driving towards us, and makes eye contact, kind of slows down so I think okay I'm probably safe to cross.. We start walking, she speeds up and goes around us, and another woman who is also trying to cross the street. The other woman tries to hit her car with her purse. I (being hormonal and kind of pissed off at this point,) realize that her window is rolled down and so I yell "thanks bitch" cause seriously I'm walking here, at the damned crosswalk in front of the store, and yeah those painted yellow lines mean something. And I don't understand how I can fail my driver's test because I didn't stop for long enough at a stop sign, (apparently I was supposed to hold for 3 seconds not 1 second) and yet someone who almost runs over pedestrians in a mall parking lot can get her license.. Makes me crazy.

In other news.. I was listening to the radio the other night and Sophie's song came on. The baby started kicking like crazy. Baby loves it's big sister. It made me tear up. Of course most things do now a days. I rarely stop to catch a breath anymore between the random sobbing. Oh and how come no one ever told me that around the second trimester you get super stuffed up in the sinuses and can't breathe at all ever. I swear I haven't been able to taste anything in like 2 weeks. Nor can I sleep at night because I can't breathe.

I didn't get this stuffed up with Sophie, but again I also hated eggs with Sophie and this time I've been eating eggs like every morning. I guess just like every baby is different so is every pregnancy..

Anyway so far so good. I wish I could remember what else I wanted to write about tonight.. Oh well.