We're having a kid

A few observations about pregnancy thus far:

1. I really enjoy plums. Fruit in general, but especially plums because I am often quite thirsty. And you know what? They're great, and oft-forgotten. So go get yourself a few, and enjoy. You're welcome for the suggestion.

2. My clothes are getting snug, and I am in the flattering stage of looks that vary from "Aww, she's plumping out a bit, must be drowning her law school sorrows in Skittles, bless her heart" to "so...is anything new?" to "Back away from the doughnuts, tubachub."

3. I could sleep. all. freaking. day.

4. I made it the whole first trimester without puking. From what I hear, that's an exciting accomplishment, but now how am I supposed to guilt and/or manipulate our child about how much I barfed for it?

5. People keep asking me what I'm going to do. What kind of response does that deserve? What do you mean, what am I going to do? How about, love it? Raise it? Try to train it up in the way it should go? My new response: "Well, we've decided to keep it." No one has asked husband what he's going to do, just me, and maybe they never got the birds and bees talk, but it takes two. And we are both thrilled. And no I am not dropping out.

6. I don't know anything about little kids, and it's an overwhelming feeling to imagine that a little person, part me and part husband, will join our little fam. Will it hate us? Will it love us? Will it resent us? Will we embarrass it? Will it one day laugh with us about homonym mix ups and misplaced quotation "marks"? Will it be a poet/mechanic/florist/(insert vocation here)? Will it get its father's digestive system? (Please, please no). Will it decide to join us during finals, or will it hold out a bit longer? Will a relationship with a higher power click for it right away, or later in life, or never? Will we mess it up or will it flourish amidst our quirks? Will my nipples blister and bleed (I know, I know, it's gross but we've all heard the horror stories...come on...)?

We're pretty thrilled.

Happy Canadian Thanksgiving!

I'm thinking about celebrating it at good old Chuckarama.

W. T. F.

Question: What the h is a "beastie" and since when is it used in the paper? Let alone in referencing a rodent head??

From the Trib, through AP, today:

"Watson was cooking lunch for two sons Sunday when she said she found a severed rodent head in a can of Allens Cut Green Beans, which had been purchased at a Wal-Mart store in American Fork. Allens spokesman James Phillips said the beastie probably was picked up during the harvest and did not originate in the canning factory. He called it an isolated incident. "

barf. good old dictionary.com taught me that beastie is a noun: "Chiefly literary. a small animal, especially one toward which affection is felt." I FEEL NO AFFECTION FOR RAT HEADS IN MY DINNER.

death and laughter

So, many of my friends have HILARIOUS blogs and if you visit just about any of them, I guarantee you a giggle if not a snort. But this one takes the cake as of late, so I just want to send you to THIS post courtesy of my dear friend Zacharoo. I have been laughing for an hour. "ass sports"??? BWAHA!

Nothing's gonna change my love for you.

I've loved this song since I was in kindergarten, and I was so happy to find the video that I couldn't keep it to myself. Toss up: which is better, the tunes themselves or the music video??

Sigh.