Goo-goo Gag-gag

I made a major mistake on this, the first day of school.

The actual school part was great. I got up at a decent time, got ready in a quick manner and found a good parking spot upon arriving to campus. I even made it to classes in a timely fashion, a feat considering I really wasn't walking too fast. I knew people in both classes, and I was especially happy to see some friends from last semester's French class. Afterwards, Caleb and I celebrated the first day of school with some Burgers Supreme for lunch.

The downfall and calamities happened once I returned home. I thought that I would come home and be productive in my refound collegiate lifestyle; my plans included laundering some towels and checking out some places to register for little Jack.

But.

I set the television dial to TLC and watched two episodes of "A Baby Story."

This is my first real experience with this channel and this program. I've heard many things about the show: it's addicting, it causes people to want to create babies of their own, it wrenches the heart in a beautiful, but aching way. So, now that I am paying for TLC, I figured that it was my turn to be enveloped by this life-altering show.

The only things that it alters for me, however, are my stomach contents and my lucidity.

While I agree that it is so wonderful to peek into the world of Just-About-Here babies and while I did cry at the thought of experiencing this for myself sooner than later, I also was reminded in a heavy fashion that even vicariously living through childbirth causes me to faint. I may have documented this fact previously, but today it was underlined when my big girl plans were diminished to couch-gripping and bed-burrowing.

I'm up-ish now, drinking some sugar-free pink lemonade and pondering food. But I think I may have to sit out of the Baby Story game from here on out. I have things to do, yo.