Weekiversary Celebrating

O.K., I admit it, I have a rich inner life (literally, in fact, but in this case, I refer to the metaphoric). Sadly, the main manifestations of my inner life are things like a penchant for naming inanimate objects (like my thesis, for example). On a more useful note, it also enables to me to find interest in even the most mundane things, like pregnancy. Yes, you may say what you want about the joys of growing a new life, the miracle of birth, and I'll believe all that you say, but at this point, nothing much is happening. I'm slowly expanding, but not yet so much that my condition is obvious (at least not to anyone who doesn't know already). My dashboard pregnancy countdown widget (yes, I have a pregnancy countdown widget) shows well over 150 days left, and this, quite frankly, bores me just to think about it.

The only solution is to celebrate each and every single mundane workaday moment of this experience. Particularly on Fridays, when I find that I slowly creep over into the next week of pregnancy (as in, 'I'm now in my xth week'). Thor and I have been commemorating Weekiversary for something around 10 weeks now, and it's become a serious habit. We each get a present, normally something small, almost always something edible (past items include ginger tea, Italian candies, sweet potatoes, a jar of koorma sauce and alarmingly large bag of basmati rice, a single-serving container of sake). We often cook up a special dinner. For today's Weekiversary, Thor's taking me out to the movies, and I'm then taking Thor out to dinner.

It just seems like an idea that should be shared with the rest of the world, insofar as the readership of this blog represents the whole world (which it does, depending on how you define things). So, Happy Weekiversary! Go out and buy yourself something nice...not so nice that you won't be able to then get yourself something for next week, maybe some nice food or drink that you can love and cherish, at least for as long as it takes to consume it. And then let me know what you got and how it was.

*Photo: This statue girl is in The Hague, pointing at the prime minister's office. Or maybe at something else. I think she is saying something like, 'Look at that woman with the gigantic stomach!', or possibly, 'Hey, it's Weekiversary. Maybe I'll go over there and buy some nice treat to carry home in this basket.'*