The most impressive being the fact that we announced our pregnancy to the world via blogger and facebook.
The least impressive being that I burned our dinner one night.
The in between stuff seems to be what I want to blog about now, so here it is:
Our wall unit air conditioner in our bedroom rudely awakened us at 6 am on Wednesday morning.
I was not pleased.
With a roar and a hurumph the Condenser would kick on every 3-5 minutes. You simply can not sleep through a noise like that.
I tried to ignore it for a half an hour, then I gave up and got up.
It happened again Thursday morning. Only, this time it was at 4:30 am.
Ian and I blindly stumbled into our guest bedroom and crammed ourselves onto our twin bed.
Turns out, two grown adults don't fit too comfortably on a twin bed.
Married or not.
We borrowed and air mattress from our friends and our ac guy came and pulled out our unit that day. We sealed the hole in our wall with a blanket and sealed off that room by closing and locking that bedroom door.
Thursday night and Friday night Ian and I had a "sleepover," of sorts in our guest bedroom. He got the queen sized air mattress, I got the lovely twin sized real bed.
Our sleepover was made complete by a rousing round of M.A.S.H.
Well Ian didn't know what it was, so I taught him.
He was amused until he was married to Hillary Clinton, living in Bucksnort, TN, with 15 children, and a pet Rhino. Ha!
He tried to get payback on me but I got the normal end of MASH by literally getting the most normal of everything. Awesome.
In regards to what we do during the day, as of Tuesday, we go to language school for 4 1/2 hours, five days a week.
But in a good way.
In the way that your brain feels like Cheese Whiz and your eyes are so glazed over they could be a Krispy Kreme.
Mmm, Krispy Kreme.
It makes me really feel bad for all of my students, in the past, who were English language learners and were put into mainstream classrooms. How overwhelmed they must have been. How frustrated! I feel so badly for not going the extra mile to make sure they had a good foundation to build on.
But, however difficult it may be, I at least can read 6 letters now in Arabic (amazing) and can almost say Hey, how are you doing, what is your name, etc.
If only I can stop asking the women how their wives are. It gets me in trouble every time. They really frown on that here.
Our school week runs Sunday through Thursday, with our weekend being Friday and Saturday. This isn't the country I live in's weekend (theirs is Thursday and Friday,) but it is the bordering country, and since some of the students and teachers commute, they figure it is easier this way.
I don't think I ever knew that other countries might not share our same work week, did you?
So, on Friday, which acts like an American Saturday, we took an American Day! They encourage you to kind of "shut down," every once and awhile, talk only in English, do only American things (or things that are comfortable,) and eat your favorite foods. It helps you maintain your sanity.
So, we hopped the border (legally, of course,) and headed to a super nice mall. And by nice, I mean probably as nice as the nicest mall in America. Ski Slope, Amusement park, Movie theater and all.
We ate lunch at Pizza Hut (YUM!) and had ice cream at Coldstone. We bought me a pair of linen pants (very practical here,) and a maternity shirt to grow into at H&M. We also bought things for our home, including new curtains and sheets. YAY!
After all of that walking, it was time for some more American food, by hoping on over to another nearby mall and eating at Chili's with friends.
The verdict? Cajun Chicken Pasta tastes the same, even over here.
And for that, I am eternally grateful.