July 2008 Archives

So the general consensus was that the pervs like to collect belly pictures in addition to boob and butt pictures. I have made my Flickr baby set private, viewable only to friends and family. I do, however, have a pretty wide definition of friends and family. So if you are sad the belly pics are now hidden and you are not a perv, drop me a line (lizworking at the place where gmail lives) and I will help you out. The belly, by the way, is now getting bigger by the minute. I'm at that annoying stage where things have stopped fitting but I am so not motivated to buy new clothes for a couple weeks' (!) wear. Lucky for me, the universe is kind sometimes and I have been gifted or loaned a whole pile of maternity shirts to get me through this last month (!!) or so.

My parents recently gave me a whole pile of stuff I'd asked them to save from when I was younger. I'm not sure what exactly I thought I'd do with all this junk down the line, but I remember being fervent in my desire that my old stuffed animals and random knickknacks not be thrown away, but packed up for posterity. I was sure they would be welcomed with open arms by an adult me, who would be unable to wait to bestow these gifts upon my own children. So now that I am almost a parent (!!!), they decided now would be the time to purge their basement of all these things and drop them off at my house before I could decide otherwise. Long story short, I now have a basement full of ca-rap. Okay, some of it is admittedly fun, like the box of Barbies, complete with very 80s outfits. Lots of shiny tops and off-the-shoulder shirts and wristbands with tassels.

As I've mentioned, Max likes to bring us little presents in the middle of the night, or have them waiting for us when we get home from work. Apparently he got himself into the Barbie box, because this was the outfit waiting for us when we woke up the other morning:

Obviously, he didn't arrange it quite this way, but his intent was clear. I like that he went for only the one legwarmer look. Very avant-garde.

In the past couple weeks, I've received about five notices from Flickr where someone I don't know has added me as a contact. Since the only thing to do in those situations is to check out that person's profile, photostream, and favorited pics, that is what I did. In each case, it was some skeevy guy with a bunch of breast and booty shots for contacts and who belonged to groups like "sexxxy making out hot." I quickly blocked all these contacts, but now I am wondering: where are they finding me? Do I have one poorly tagged photo that's leading crazies to me? Is it just random weirdos that are trying to amass as many contacts as possible? I really don't think I have anything in my photostream that would leave anyone to believe I'd be posting topless photos anytime soon. Maybe in addition to boobs, they also really like candy?

While in Target today, there was a young couple in the men's department looking over the pants selection. The guy was holding up a shirt to several pairs of pants, trying to decide what matched. Upon closer inspection, this was the shirt:

It's very important to have the correct pants with that shirt. Difficult to match.

Willow is visiting! So far, we have eaten a lot of good food and gone to see Hellboy. This is how lame I have become: after planning the movie night with several friends and J for about a week now, I managed to somehow watch the entire move and then fall asleep for the last five minutes. In case you haven't seen the movie yet, some shit goes down in the last five minutes of the movie. I know this because I had to have it all relayed back to me and it involved a prolonged question and answer period. That will teach me to try to sit in a dark, air-conditioned, stadium seated theater after 10 pm.

This morning we had brunch in a ridiculously delicious creole restaurant that serves chicory coffee and hot biscuits the size of your heat. The acoustics are pretty terrible, but it led to this exchange:

Heather's dad: It's too bad we can't time travel. Though I guess they found out electrons can time travel.

Willow: Yeah, leprechauns can do anything!

Everyone: ...

Heather's dad: Electrons.

I most appreciate how Willow was willing to jump right into a conversation about time-traveling leprechauns with no warning. That's why she's the best.

For the record, I've been on a hot cupcake streak since Wednesday. They've been popping up everywhere! It's looking good at least through Monday.

Hello! Here I am.

I'm in a bathing suit waiting for my swimming partner to finish up a meeting before we can head to the poooool. I love the pool. I would live in the pool for the remainder of the summer if I could somehow manage to continue my job and social life from said body of water. Okay, filing might get tricky, but I could totally handle conference calls.

I don't know if it's heat-induced or pregnancy-brain, but as you've probably noticed, I'm having a lot of trouble coming up with blog entries lately. It's like my brain has just shut off. I think perhaps it is conserving energy for the near future where it will have to function at twice the capacity and half the sleep. Did I already tell you I'm contributing to a little candy-reviewing blog spot over here? There is nothing like being obligated to eat some candy and write about it for work-related reasons.

(While I'm writing this, Pinky is sitting next to me on the chair trying to purr and nudge me the hell off so she can have it all to herself. She's temporarily stopped in a position where she is basically doing a headstand, with her lower body smashed up against my hip and arm. This is presumably preferable to stretching out on the completely empty futon directly behind her.)

I hope you've enjoyed this completely filler post here, but I gotta go slather myself in sunscreen and make my way down to my temporary office.

We had a second ultrasound yesterday to check on the positioning of the placenta. They flipped on the 4-D for a minute and we got a glimpse of the baby's face. The technology is amazing, but the baby managed to pull a pretty hilarious face, so the only picture we have looks decidedly un-cute. He was looking, as J put it, very Cydonia mensa.

Everything looks good and he's measuring about a week ahead of schedule. We met up with some of J's relatives last week, one of whom almost had a 10-pound baby (they induced at 8 pounds). So there could be a giant baby in my belly. The placenta is still low-lying, but right above the cusp where I would have to have a mandatory c-section. There might be some of you reading this who have very little interest in placentas, but maybe you should just google "placenta" and check out a few pictures that pop up. That is what I had to do after my first ultrasound, because what I realized I didn't, after all, know much about placentas. Oh man, that thing is crazy! Anyway, it's important to keep that guy intact and doing well, so we'll see what the doctor says. I've passed the 30-week mark...in the home stretch! Right? Right??

Otherwise, things have been lovely and mild. I rediscovered a Thai restaurant right around the corner from our house that is actually the very first place I ate pad thai in high school. It is still as delicious as I remember. Definitely the best pad thai I've had in Denver, maybe even surpasses New York stuff. Sometimes pad thai just tastes like old oil or wet dog and I can't abide by glommy noodles, so going back to a really delicious dish that started my love affair with Thai food was pretty awesome.

I've spent the rest of my time getting worked up over these people who adopt monkeys because they had "empty nest syndrome" and needed a living doll they could feed french fries and candy to. After they removed the dolls' teeth, of course.

If you need me tomorrow, I'll be watching the Nathan's Hot Dog Competition from my couch while eating donuts with my friends. It's no standing in the press box and drinking at Ruby's, but it will be decidedly more relaxing.

Happy 4th!