YAY

Another week and Mike comes home. I can't wait. I have been counting down the days since getting here.

So I went to Roppongi last weekend for the first time. Had some ice cream that had ice on top with red dye. It was actually good. Learned not to eat purple ice cream. That tastes like yam! Eww. And you can't blame me for my hormonial tastes for that. I also went to Tokyo Tower. Tokyo looks so crowded. You could barely see the palace from the tower.

I had major clausterphobia in that elevator. In Japan, there's no such thing as personal space. That and when we were going up, I was freaking out. I hate heights. And going up like 650 meter, just sucks.

But all and all I had fun. It was a day to forget that I was pregnant, to forget my worries and just have fun. And I loved that. I hate not doing anything, not going anywhere. Espiscally now, when it seems like everything is overwhelming me.

Mike wants to know where I would get married. We are not having a traditional wedding because of our beliefs, but honestly, I can't say. I would love to get married on a beach somewhere remote, but we are getting married in Oklahoma, so that's a no for the beach. I'm sure that it will work out in the end.

Next week I also have another checkup. This one I really will have an ultrasound done. My pants are becoming more and more tight on me. Now it's to the point of leaving marks on my belly and hips. I can only stay in these for so long and I have to get out of them. But I refuse to buy maternity uniforms. That's an embarrasing uniform because it tries to hide your belly. And it makes people stare. The pants can't help it, that's what they were designed to do.