Friday, January 19, 2007

Aggressive butterflies

Today was my annual exam at the gynecologist. She was, as always, running 30 minutes behind.

I met Colin for breakfast after my appointment. Our food took a long time to come out from the kitchen. In the meantime, I drank too much coffee.

The hostess told me a joke while I was putting on my coat. "Why do men like intelligent women?" I didn't know. "Because opposites attract!" I smiled, glanced sideways at Colin and jokingly agreed.

We still haven't exchanged our Christmas gifts.

I've had a nervous stomach ever since I left the restaurant. It's a dull ache in my midsection. Like something big is about to happen.

I am suspicious of everything.

Dad and I went to the North American International Auto Show this afternoon; Mom was invited, but she didn't want to come. I enjoy watching the people at the Auto Show as much as I like looking at the cars. We had an early dinner at a restaurant that can only be properly labeled as a Detroit institution.

I have to be at work at 5:45 tomorrow morning. I am not pleased.

Colin called me at 2:00 this afternoon to tell me a story. I missed his call. We've played phone tag. I still haven't heard the story.

I don't think it's the story that I'm nervously anticipating.

I don't know if my body is preparing me for something good or something bad.

Whatever it is, I think I'd just like it to happen. Or to not happen.

I hate waiting.

2 comments:

Laurie said...

I hate nervous anticipation. It must be even worse when you don't know exactly why you are nervous. I hope it ends up being a good nervous.

Anonymous said...

Well, I sure hope it's something good. I have to tell you, as I quickly dove into your blog post I read the first sentence as starting "Today was my anal exam..." HAHAHA! It was funny to me.

 
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