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It was a nice break!
I don't plan to access it on my phone, and I will do my best to keep it to once or twice a week. 


I'm basically reactivating my account so I can find the two badass couples that the husb and I spent Saturday evening with. 


We attended a wedding of two particularly delightful people. During the ceremony , I leaned to DH and whispered, 'do you recognize ANYONE?'
With the exception of the groom, the bride and the groom's family, the answer was no.
Being pregnant, I had to pee immediately after the short Lutheran ceremony (sidenote, while I am not Lutheran, I must say that their churches are astoundingly beautiful. Modern and just...wow.). By the time I returned, DH had recognized old pals from college. Intellectual and hilarious, we got along famously. While they all enjoyed the semi-open bar, I remained sober and participated in the analysis of the wedding music.


Semi-related thought: Am I a hipster?


Saturday night was the second time in a week that someone had called me one. This, after nearly 29 years of not being called anything but my own name. 
The first time, I denied it, because the girl who called me one is only 23. And she said I was one because I played the Black Keys while we were closing together.
The second time, I denied it, because the reason behind it was that I named two semi-obscure musical references at the afore-mentioned wedding. My defense was that I do not own any skinny jeans. The reply was, "...that you KNOW OF..."
Which was pretty hilarious. 
I considered myself too old, too fat and too much of a married mother to be a hip ANYTHING, really. It took me until today to Google it.
Shit...they might be right...
Your thoughts?

How Do I Love...

Having a few moments to myself with which to browse the Anthro website:

I don't plan on buying any more maternity clothes, BUT if I did-these are a few things I would shamelessly purchase for myself.

To wear with leggings

I feel as though the openwork on the bottom would act as air conditioning in the summer. 

Dolman sleeves to cover my upper arm flab , extra fabric for my soon-to-be-large belly and a longish length to wear (you guessed it) OVER LEGGINGS

I would pretend this is a version of tuxedo tails, when really I am glad it would cover any embarrassing buttcrack.

Yay for uneven hemlines!

Images all sourced from Anthropologie.com

Also-I have an old diaper bag from 1154 Lill that I designed (thatnk you FIFCO friends), and a Baby Bjorn backpack both leftover from Milo...

But. 

I REALLY like this one. It looks slightly Gucci.

And it is a dream of mine to own a bag like this:

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pssssst...never gonna happen....but I can dream...le sigh.

It is on my Amazon wish list-along with many other way-too-damn-expensive things. 

Today I saw a very nice woman who has some letters after her name and the qualifications to help me not be an anxious, frustrated mess. She referred me to another woman with letters after her name who is also a strong Christian. 

I cannot begin to tell you how grateful I am for this. 

I was also recommended acupuncture. Let's hope that my HMO will cover it. Or I can find some back alley doc who is willing to do it in return for cupcakes and/or sourdough bread.

Many oodles of thanks to my dear brother-in-law for coming over (with his baby) to watch my kiddo.

Thanks, Lil Brudder. 

The end. 

Tah-Daaaah

I do believe that most of the people that read this blog are people I actually know in real life, and hence, this news will come as no surprise.


Without further adieu, I would like to announce to those of you that I do NOT see in person on a semi-regular basis that I am currently an incubator to a 11-week old fig-sized creature


No photos, as I merely look bloated. I plan on taking some once I find batteries for my camera and something I look cute in. 


To be brutally honest, I have been completely exhausted and emotional these past weeks. Sorry, Husband (and anyone else that I've been a wreck to recently, namely my kiddo). 
I feel an anxiety I am not used to and will be speaking with a qualified individual tomorrow morning. Thank you, Brother-In-Law for babysitting. 
I don't think there is anything to worry about, but as I am a lucky person with healthcare, I found it prudent to tell my doctor about these feelings. 
Holiday hours at the stupid mall are over, and I am heading into my second trimester with joy, as the nausea and exhaustion will soon be a thing of the past. 
I saw my creature's profile in an ultrasound not too long ago and it was one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen. 


Kiddo wants to add something here:




baby come here (he just dictated that)
and doggie
and daddy too
and play a game with daddy
BATMAN
let's go now watch a moooovieeee mommy...