The Occasional Solipsist

So when's the last time you took the commercial's advice and had breakfast for dinner?

It was crazy windy tonight, snowing a little, basically a really shitty night. But we are still getting work done on our kitchen so we had to flip the coin again for either fast food or dinner out. So we went out.

We went to The Golden Griddle tonight and we were the only people in the restaurant, save for the staff. It was actually kinda cool; most of the lights were out and after we made sure they were open, it was like having our own private diner.

We talked about the baby, our future. And for a time it was like there was no one else in the world but us. I love that we are still like that, after all these years.

And eating breakfast out anywhere always makes me think of Cooley. All the times he and I would go seek out some scummy dive just because they served breakfast at weird hours. Its nice that these spontaneous remembrances of him still pop into my head.

I'm still totally jazzed about our visit to the doctor the other day. We are going for our first ultrasound on Saturday. The doctor thinks we're farther along than we originally thought, which sucks in a way because we're not likely to be able to pin down the date we got pregnant (not that any kid will want to hear that story). He also said that we are likely to be able to determine the sex of the baby from the ultrasound, if we want to know.

I think we're sticking with the idea of not knowing unless we accidentally find out. I don't care one way or the other. I'm just hopeful for a healthy baby.

Just thought I'd share a few random thoughts currently coming from the weird goo that occupies my skull cavity.

And I needed an excuse to feel justified for playing with my camera phone again. :]

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