It's own seperate entity

Quel Bore. Am I just totally boring you these days with all my talk of pregnancy? I'm kinda boring myself, but really, with a 15 lb ball attached to my midsection, there is hardly anything else to think about. It's the first thing that I think of when I wake up (well, how to get up in the least painful manner), its the last thing I think about as I fall asleep and Princess Buttercup is swishing and rolling away in there. I'm reminded of it every time I (try) to stand up, sit down, eat something, digest something, talk on the phone, check my email, get in the car, get out of the car and so on and so on. I've had some brief escapes during business meetings over the past few weeks, but was quickly reminded of my condition when I realized I had to pee for the 3rd time since the meeting started and it was getting to that embarrassing point.

But look at this thing - HOW could I not think about it every second of every day?!

The neat part about doing the belly shot every two weeks is really seeing the difference. At 16 weeks I felt pretty big. At 26 weeks in San Fran I felt huge... but that was nothing compared to this week... and, sigh, what is still yet to come. But this week just really freaked me out. I think this was the biggest "growth spurt" I've had to date. Just look:

2 WEEKS PEOPLE!

and I've been wondering why my lower back has been throbbing...

Friday we had a "dry run" of what the hell to do with Lucas when we go to the hospital. After a momentary freak-out on my part, which resulted my Dr. sending me over to Labor and Delivery, we had to activate the chain of command - pretty much the calls with me trying not start bawling finding someplace where Lucas could hang out for a few hours while Jason and I sat in a curtained room with monitors strapped to my belly. But hey, what is a pregnancy without a pre-term trip to L&D? I mean, now I don't have to fill out all that paperwork in advance.

Everything was indeed okay, and I will spare you the details and just leave it as PREGNANCY is a BEAUTIFUL and WONDERFUL THING.

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Ode to my 3rd Trimester

(Sung to the tune of Simon and Garfunkel's Sounds of Silence)

Hello exhaustion my old friend... guess you'll be with me until the end. I see you creeping into my busy days. Holding tight until on the bed I lay. And the vision that was planted in my brain, of my day, can not remain. Due to my lack.. of energy.

Out the window my plans fly, and on my mushy couch I lie. Thinking of all things I must get done, thinking of the errands that I swore I'd run. And the day continues by in a half awake haze, and there I lay. Due to my lack... of energy.

The laundry's piled around the floor, 100 pieces maybe more. And the dirty dishes in the sink, are begging to be washed because they stink. My third trimester is kicking me in my ass, but this to shall pass.. but right now, I have no energy.

People look at me and grin.. smile politely to my chagrin, they remember what these days are like, just tease me of upcoming sleepless nights, which makes me want to run away and scream - you know what I mean. But I don't, because I have no energy.

Lucas is testing us right now, making sure that we'll remember how.. how easy our life once was living, before we went and gave him a sibling.. as he just refuses to leave my side and then he cries.. which just adds, to my lack of energy.

But I'm excited none the less, a baby girl that I can dress.. In little pink skirts and shoes, I love little boys but a little sick of blue. And our shopping bills go up.. oh, we're so fucked..thanks to my reason, for no energy..

From where an entire generation learned about "tucking"

Silence of the Lambs is EASILY one of the most disturbing movies of our generation, if not, ever made. It took creepy to a whole new level, and introduced us all to a new genre of the sick and twisted - without being a blood and gore chop house movie. After seeing it for the first time, I don't think I slept for weeks. And I'm telling you to THIS DAY I won't go near vans.

Yet somewhere along the way, a generation that was terrorized by Hannibal Lecter and his penchant for brains with a side of kidney beans and nice 'kee-ant-e' has started incorporating lines and scenes from the horrific tale into their daily lives. Really, for the longest time I thought it was only Jason, his ex-roommate Tom and I that would enter into fits of giggles when one of said "PUT THE FUCKING LOTION IN THE BASKET!" But slowly I learned that I was wrong. The mind-freak of SOTL has invaded us all. The once chill inducing tale that was SO WRONG on SO MANY different levels is now part of our generation's pop culture. As witnessed by scenes like this from Clerks 2:

Honestly, tell me you did not laugh your ass off at that.

We are a sad, demented generation.