shameless self promotion, 209 in a series
still here. still pregnant.

passing thoughts

-- The Diva's 3rd birthday was yesterday and a good time was had by all, especially the Diva. Pictures are forthcoming, once I manage to download/process them. There was (green, as requested) cake. There were gifts, one of which was a five gallon aquarium with purple gravel and pink fish. (No, I have no idea why she is obsessed with pink. Purple will do in a pinch, but pink rocks her world.) Scott is working on the twice annual toy churn, which is where we go through all of her crap and decide what to keep, what to store and what to donate. The best thing about the churn is that older toys get moved to the tops of the heaps, where they can be noticed and played with again.

-- (WARNING: Gynecological discussion follows) According to my OB, who I just saw, we may be going through past churned toys for those that are appropriate for infants a little sooner than expected. Technically, my due date is July 30. According to today's visit, which was the first of the internal poking about visits, I am a "soft and squishy" four centimeters and Nemo's head is in the perfect spot. In her words, it probably won't happen tomorrow, but that it probably will during the next two weeks. I don't know, tho. With the Diva I walked around at 3 cm for four weeks. We shall see. Still, it is motivation to get my ever-expanding ass in gear and get some stuff done.

-- Finally, a random observation. On Friday, I was in line at the grocery store and realized that I was right behind the woman whose office is next to mine. She teaches nutrition at SUCO -- my office is inexplicably in the Human Ecology building -- and we got to chatting about our respective summers. As we chatted, I noticed that she was buying a watermelon, a roasted chicken, organic skim milk and fresh cherries. Then I looked at my purchases, which were just behind hers: dark chocolate Klondike Bars, gummy fruit snacks, potato chips, lunchmeat and fresh cherries (there was a special). I wanted to explain that we usually do much better, nutrition-wise, but that we were packing for a picnic. Really. I live on bran and fresh produce (and ice cream and snacks and ... ) And then I realized that she probably gets that all of the time, like doctors always get folks apologizing for not exercising continuously. Still, I had grocery guilt. I blame the heat.


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