"With the thoughts you'll be thinkin'
you could be another Lincoln..."

I love the Wizard of Oz. When I was little I used to watch it at least twice a week at my grandma's house. She liked to tell the story of how she met the actor who played the Tin Man at Clicks when she was buying avocados. She saw him walking in and she called out, "Hey, aren't you Jack Haley?" He growled back, not so kindly, "So what if I am?" to which she responded, "Then so what!" and turned her back on him.
I'm also convinced that the Cowardly Lion bears a stunning resemblance to my mother's late stepfather, although I have to keep that opinion to myself. My favorite part is when the Cowardly Lion says he hasn't been able to sleep because he scares himself and that he's afraid of sheep.

You know what's awesome? J has never seen the Wizard of Oz, so I sing that part up there at the top to him and he has no idea what I'm talking about.

To be fair, the song I identify with would be If I Only Had a Heart, but only because the Wicked Witch of the West didn't have her own song.

And if I ever hear that song again, I might just kill someone. Not literally, but the thought has crossed my mind.

I don't have long to go, which is both sad, and still never going to get here.

I had a weird dream last night that my kid got into some kind of big trouble and I was freaking out. Pretty soon I will not be able to completely protect my baby from the big terrifying world.

I think I have finally plateaued, although every time I say that, I seem to expand a couple inches. I get a lot of uncomfortable looks from the people in my classes. This morning I spilled some water on my pants and people kept pointing out that my pants were wet. Like they thought maybe I didn't know my water had broken. Also, one of my boobs is noticeably bigger than the other. Like, you can tell even when I have a shirt/bra on, but without either of those, one boob is definitely resting on my gut now.

Gizmo also seems to notice something is up. He is getting super clingy, but he avoids making contact with my belly. I think he felt movement in there and it scared the shit out of him. Or maybe he can see it. That's also possible. Sometimes it's not even round. It contorts and wiggles violently and I can imagine an alien trying to claw its way out.

I finally went out to pick up the co-sleeper I ordered. It's really nice, but I'll be glad when people stop asking me why the baby doesn't have its own room/crib.

Not really much different this week.

I made cookies last week. I don't know why, since the smell of cooling chocolate chip cookies makes me sick. Somehow it reminds me of slimy things. I ended up giving all of them to my brother.


Here's Gizmo sleeping perilously close to the edge of the bed. His feet were hanging off.


This one is a mystery to me. There's a screw in the toilet. I don't know how it got there, and this isn't the first one I've seen.


Have you guys met Felix? He's SOMEONE ELSE'S cat, but I am the one taking care of him. You don't hear much about Felix because he's a cat, and I don't see him unless there's milk, food, or catnip on my person.

Spends a lot of time watching birds.

Or taking up lots of space on the couch or bed.

Or attempting to rip open bags of catnip with his teeth.

He really hated me for awhile after I tried to stick this tiara on him during the MXA pageant.

I found this sight so amazing I had to take a picture.

In the absence of a blanket on the ground for him to sleep on, Gizmo will prop himself up on the nearest solid object. This includes door frames.



That's really all that happens around here lately. We all just sleep.

I'm not allowed to open it until my birthday at the end of September...

Edit: I opened it today. It was an engagement ring. Doesn't that just suck? Today I just kind of wish I could be somewhere else. Only two things keeping me going.