As those of you who have followed my blog know, I don’t like blue. Sure, I like blue skies and blue water and even the occasional pair of baby blues. But, other than that, I could really live without blue. Even though yesterday was a dreary and overcast day here in Austin, it felt like a blue day to me. I went to the grocery store and it seemed as if it had been taken over by pregnant women. Every aisle I went down, whether the toothpaste aisle or the Saran wrap aisle, I saw another pregnant woman and if it was not a pregnant woman it was a mother with a new baby. At first it seemed like just a odd coincidence but after the 6th pregnant woman I started to grow a little paranoid. I noticed my mood was growing moody and a little, um, blue.
He-weasel had had a great day at his new job yesterday so we went out to dinner to celebrate and there was only one table available in the whole entire restaurant and it was next to a couple with their new baby and the proud grandparents who would not shut up about this kid. I tried and tried to focus on He-weasel’s work successes and accomplishments but I kept thinking about this baby at the next table and all the babies and all the pregnant women I had seen and how I was ready to cry into my Merlot as he talked about marketing.
When we got home we turned on a DVD of Friday Night Lights and it was the last episode of season one. Guess what? On the last episode of season one the coaches wife discovers she is pregnant. Well, this was the point in the evening where I cried like a baby. I told my He-weasel about all the babies and all the masses of pregnant women I had had to endure. His answer was a simple monosyllabic phrase, “It’s Spring.” There seemed to be truth to his answer and yet for some reason it annoyed me more. I suppose it is because there is nothing I can do about it being spring. It will be spring until it will be summer. And, spring is a time of life, new birth, and colour–and one of those colours is blue. And, I don’t like blue.
