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I am such a neglectful blogger. I blame my children.

I have a feeling I will be having a visitor or two sometime soon. Welcome to my enthralling blog. Please look around.

I can't believe I haven't posted since October of last year. Wow!

Well, it's garden time again. This is my first garden in the new house, because I didn't have the energy for it last year, being hugely pregnant and all. It's a different space this time, so I don't have as much going until I figure out what all I can do. I may end up tilling a space behind the fence by the creek next spring, if I don't get a decent yield in my above-ground garden. We have done a lot of landscaping (trees, laurels, built a patio)this year.

Here you go:

Cooper Earl
8 lb, 6 oz
20 inches
September 27, 2007
1:01 pm

Tommorow, tommorow, The Office comes back tommorow! It's only a daaaay a-waaaaaaaay...

For you Jim-a-philes:

The Office - A Tribute to Jim Halpert

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Last photos of pregnant me, ever:

Side view


Frontal (LOOK! I have a waist!)Yes, my hair looks like shit. I do not care at this point, and neither should you.


Baby boy set to arrive on Thursday morning. The girls are so excited, you would think he is bringing Santa Claus or Polly Pockets with him. I am in so much pain right now that I can't get excited or even nervous, I just want it over with so I don't hurt. And I feel really bad about that. I am excited to meet our new little person. I am. I wish I could feel that same buzz of anticipation that I felt when the girls were almost here. I know once he is in the world, I will feel less disconnected than I do right now. Right?

In other, non pregnancy related things... have you been watching The War on PBS? If not, try to catch the rest of the week. It's really fascinating and well done, as are most of Ken Burns' documentaries. Those of you who know me well know that this is like TV crack for me.

And don't forget The Office, 8pm central, on Thursday. Hour long. Target is also currently rocking office merch in their dollar section. I had to get some Schrute Notes and a "Worlds Best Boss" mug for C. Too fun.

The next post will have a baby attached! Not an actual baby, mind you. Just a picture of one. Wish us luck...

Well, I put my big girl pants on and went on to the doctor. Dilated to between 4 and 5, 80% effaced.

Had lovely Thai lunch with C, hoping that in combination with the exam today will get this ball rolling, finally.

More pregnancy fun.

Sat down at the table with G this morning and felt a snap in my right hip. I have been seeing a chiro for pain in that hip for a little over a month, and had finally gotten it mostly under control. So, I feel this pop, followed by blinding pain from my lower back to my ankle. Stand up and realize that something in there is royally fucked up. So I get G to school and call the chiro, who is a saint (I heart you, Dr. Cliff) and gets me right in. He pops the hip back in, and then tells me that the reason I am still in shooting pain is because I sprained my hip. Seriously. Mother. Fucker.

So now, on top of being nine (million) months pregnant, I have a sprained hip. I get to do the ice-heat routine and gimp around until it feels better. I would kill for an Advil. Just one advil.

To top it all off, I called the OB to see if we could just skip the appointment tommorow because I really don't feel up to driving into town to be told that "YES! You are still pregnant, dilated to four, 60-70% effaced (as you have been for the last two plus weeks) and YOU ARE NOT IN LABOR OR ANYWHERE NEAR CLOSE!" only to be told that I had to come in because she just has to grope me and tell me this crap in person. Why? I swear they just do this to pregnant women to torture them and remind them that all the pain and contractions and nausea and upset stomach and out of control hormones really don't mean crap, and the reality is that this little person will just sit tight until that scheduled induction. I might be more motivated if she would promise to at least strip my membranes.

Anyway, that's my pregnancy bitching.

In other news, I have been working on breaking an internet habit that I have had for a long time, and I am suprised at how much easier it gets the longer you stay away. I am also suprised at how much more laundry gets done.

Editing this to add a shout out to my wonderful, fabulous "mamas", who listen to me bitch and moan and still offer to help me in a million ways. They are, hands down, the most incredible group of women on the entire planet, and I love them dearly. xxoo