Isn't It Ironic??

"....Don't ya think??  It's like rain on your wedding day, a free ride when you've already paid...good advice, that ya just didn't take...and who would have thought, it figures..."  Sorry for the shameless reference to that Alanis song, an anthem straight out of my generation. Kind of takes me right back to high school every time I hear it.  I just couldn't resist.  

 Anyway, I have encountered a few things today that have been "ironic" in some way or another.  Since it's a Friday night and I'm home with my feet up, this is probably a post not worth your time, or mine, but what's a girl going to do when relegated to the couch...again?? 

And so we begin.  Meet the highlight/downfall of my week.  Yes, the girl scout cookies have arrived.  When the student we ordered them from found me on Wednesday night, I must admit, I think my heart skipped a beat.  I can openly say that I have a love affair with a certain cookie, the thin mint.  However, it would be disgraceful if I told you just how many of these precious things I have consumed, IN A SINGLE SETTING.  Not good.  And yet, soooooo good!  See, it's just ironic.  If Ava is born with her Mother's love for chocolate with a hint of mint, I blame the last 48 hours on that. 

 

Moving right along, here it is.  Our first official case of wipes.  Yep, we made a Costco run today.  Now why is this ironic?  Well it's ironic because I was a little bit giddy in the diaper/wipes aisle.  Who knew how fun it could be or how fulfilling it was to pull a case of these babies off the shelf and into our cart, for OUR KID???  It's ironic because this will probably be the last time I feel any sense of joy about buying them.  From this point on, for years and years to come, I will most likely dread the cash  I will be forking over for necessities like diapers and wipes.  Today, it seemed like a thrill.  In 2 months, it will be a costly hassle.  I just felt the need to point that out. 

Finally, I'd like to draw your attention to the last toe on my right foot.  Yes, my pinky toe.  Try not be distracted by the fact that I am overdue for a pedicure, but instead make note of the swelling and bruising pictured here.  If it wasn't enough to wipe out in a blizzard and fall flat on my back, now it is apparently a danger to my health just to walk from one room to another.  I believe I have broken my pinky toe after a dangerous run-in with our closet door this morning.  Immediately I knew this was worse than just a "stubbing incident" but when I examined it further and saw the purple-ish tint appearing on my toe, I knew this pregnancy needed to come to an end and soon.  For the sake of my pride and my body parts.  What's ironic about this little broken pinky is that the pain and discomfort I feel from a 5 lb, 16 inch, kicking child laying on my internal organs and causing shortness of breath, is a hundred times LESS than the pain and discomfort of my smallest appendage.  Who knew how painful a little toe could be??  Now, in addition to my permanent waddle, I also have a little bit of a limp, from the shooting pain I feel from the bottom of my toe to the top of my head.  Perfect.  I won't even mention the agony from shoving its' mangled little self into my shoe.  No I'll just leave you with that image and let you picture it.  Yep, it's ironic.  

Don't ya think??