Looks like some one has a case of the Mondays...

What a weekend. I think we were home for about an hour all weekend, not including sleep. I really like being home too. I'm one of those semi-introvert people who enjoy good company, but love to be with just my familythe most. Though I have to admit, the Bean and I had a pretty good time "doing lunch and a movie" just us two.

Well, S. told his mom about my "condition" and she called me practically screaming in the phone. She's so excited I think she might hurt herself. Seriously, I had to hold the phone three inches from my ear. :)

So anyway, we took some belly pictures this weekend. I'm officially starting my belly-journal today. So here ya go:

Would you convict me?

...if I hunted down and tortured the woman who STOPPED in front of me on the freeway this week? Apparently "merging" was just too taxing a chore, so she stopped her big azz SUV right in front of me on the freeway. Not an on-ramp. Not an off ramp. Lane two of the freeway. I, of course, could not get out from ehind her big azz because all the drivers around me were still going 80 MPH flipping the two of us off.

"Excuse me" I screamed... "I am not the azz hole who stopped on the freeway! I'm an innocent victim of her deranged stupidity!!!"

Why this woman had not died a fiery death years ago, if she pulls stunts like this, is beyond me.

But perhaps this was not so bad. Perhaps it would be worse if you were pulled over for speeding and instead of "pulling over" you stopped in the middle of the two-lane highway so the cop had to stop traffic, pull up next to you, and through his PA system told you to "move to the phucking shoulder... now!"

Yes, that would be worse. And that would be the nut job who stopped her car in front of my husband, during morning rush hour, on highway 41.

It's a wonder we're not all dead.

Well, apparently it's strange question week

So, let's say you're a guest at someone's house and you're with your husband/wife, gf/bf, significant other, etc... Your host has generously provided you with a clean, comfortable bed to sleep in.

Now, you're young & randy & full of lust and even though you're only going to be there for like 8 hours, you simply MUST have sex. I mean, don't lie, we've all felt that way. Hell, you've only got 8 minuites and you feel like you simply MUST have sex...

So, you do the deed.

Question is:
What is the proper etiquet:
A) to use some kind of, um, barrier or something so that when your host strips the sheets to wash them the next day, he/she does not have to look at or handle your "wet spot"
B) iffen you didn't use something to protect your hosts bedding, strip it yourself and put it in the laundry basket, or
C) Just leave your big 'ol sex mess for someone else to clean up

So what would ou do? Clearly, my quandry today is hypothetical. I really don't think I'm being prude or puritan, or even unreasonable to not want to have to clean up some one else's sex. If I wanted that job I'd go work at a Vegas hotel that rents by the hour.

I dunno. But next time a certain couple comes to stay with me, I'm leaving a sex towl by the bed.

Let's talk about awkward...
Though, thankfully not of the "sex stains in the guest bed" variety.

How do you tell your boss that you're pregnant? Particularily when your co-worker just droppped the same bomb on her just two days ago?

Well, if you're me, you stall, procrastinate, and find every reason you can not to have a private conversation with her.

I tell ya, these are the perils of working in a field comprised completely of women. Seriously-- our office populated by 17 women and 0 men! We had one man on staff, but he quit to go teach cross country skiing. How much "teaching" is there really involved in cross country skiing? The sum total is something like "put on the skis, hold the poles, move your legs in this totally unatural, spastic sliding/swooping motion, and try not to fall, because unlike downhill skiis, cross country skis don't pop off." Oh, and they don't turn either. You've guessed, I take it, that cross country skiing is not my sport of choice? did enjoy it when I went last year, it's just that beginners should NOT try to ski a black diamond trail on their first day out in 10 years.

OK, I've thorougly digressed. But anyway. You get the picture. When your whole staff is women, you've got expect maternity leave sooner or later. Unless you only hire post-menopausal women I guess.

That seems to be about all the news that's fit to print. I'll come back this weekend and let you know how my son's "Princess Party" went. One of his best friends at school is turning 6 and she's having a "royal celebration" complete with Ariel, Belle, and some other Disney princess. We'll see if the Bean is thus scarred for life...

Good to see you again

It's been a while, I know. You've been just dying here without me, haven't you?

OK, so maybe dying is a little strong. But I'm here, and I actually have something to say today.

So, I'll explain more about what's been going on lately in a bit. But first, I have a quandry of sorts. And you dear readers (the masses of you I know are lurking) have the answer, I'm sure.

In my previous entry just after Christmas, I shared with you all that my cousin "came out" on Christmas Eve to most of us family members. She has since told her mom & dad. I don't know exactly their reaction, but they're pretty good people so I would guess that whatever worries or misgivings they might have (if they indeed have them) were expressed simply as love and support. But here's the thing. My cousin's mom is my mom's sister. They are extremely close, but she hasn't told my mom & dad yet. I can think of a zillion reasons she might have chosen not too, even though I think she knows that my parents also would be accepting and supportive. Not the least of which is that she might feel like it's family business and my cousin will share when she's ready.

Well, the thing is, she has shared, with just about everybody. My parents, and some of the more distant family members (like the biggot aunt I mentioned), seem to be the only ones in the dark.

My cousin and her partner recently moved to a larger town about 30 minutes away. Apparently they were here visiting today and my parents talked to them about how things are going. My parents filled me in and said that things seem to be going very well for them. So I'm thinking, "OK, they finally know." But nope. My mom says something like "E. is so luckyto have a friend like B. They get along so well..." She also said "I know your cousin M. thinks E is gay, but she's just speculating. I don't know where she got that..."

So, here's my question. My parents are talking to me about E. They have no idea that yes, she is a lesbian. They have no idea that pretty much the whole family knows except them. I know.

I feel like it's not my place to say anything because if my aunt wanted my mom to know, she would (and will) say something. But at the same time I feel kind of jerky just shrugging and going "oh ya, I don't know where M. got that idea.." and basically lying to my folks. So what do you think? Either way I know I'm going to feel weird about it. I just wonder if I made the right choice to keep my trap shut.

So come on, comment. Tell me your opinion on the matter. That means you too Kristy.

And now, the news...
Well, since almost all of you are either real life friends keeping tabs on me here, or friends from that other "special place" we love, you kow the really big news.

On Christmas Eve, I peed in a cup and got proof that I'm not just "stressed" like my (dumb-ass) doctor said. I'M PREGNANT for crying out friggin-loud! I wish there were and emoticon in blog land to show you how freaking idiotically happy I am. Y'know that cat from Alice in Wonderland? Ya, he and his grin have taken up residence here.

This also happens to be one of those not-supposed-to-happen-in-a-million-years kind of things, so it's taken a while to become "real" in my head. I'm a lot farther along than I thought I might be when I got the positive test, so I'm also pretty nervous about whether things are "OK". So far all seems to be going fine. We're just hopin' and wishin' for a full 40 weeks.

I'm trying real hard not to listen to what everybody thinks I'm going to have. Cause you know they all have an opinion. Apparently I'm a lot more superstitious than I thought, because every time I think about whether it's a boy or girl baby, I get afraid that I'll jinx myself and which ever I think it is, will turn out to be opposite. For quite a while I had a hard time even calling it "baby" because I was freaked out that if I let it be "real" I would jinx it and something terrible would happen. Geeze, hormones raging here? Anyway, feel free to speculate about the gender of this baby, but don't tell me!

Well, I'm getting better, and more relaxed about it. Though I don't think my nerves will finally ease until I'm like 38 weeks! I'm very excited and really looking forward to all the stages of pregnancy I missed when the Bean was born early. Even the "I'm as huge as a house" stage. :)

So, for the record, my estimated due date is August 5, 2006. I'm almost 12 weeks right now. I plan to start a photo-journal of my belly. I never did any of the fun stuff like that with the Bean and I always wish I had that kind of record. So I'm trying to fully embrace this pregnancy and maybe all my happy, "thank-you-God-for-giving-me-another-shot-at-this" vibes will keep this baby healthy, strong, and developing for the full 9 months!

And now, back to That's Entertainment...
Last weekend I went to see Brokeback Mountain with my best friend in Sacramento. We decided that our husbands surely would not go see it with us, so off we went. Like pretty much everybody has concurred so far, it's AWESOME. And it's so, so sad. They did a fantastic job at protraying a real love story. I only wish I had read the book first.