So, I was all set to review last year’s new year’s resolutions and see how I did on them…except it turns out that I didn’t make any! This is pretty nuts, as I ALWAYS make a bunch of new year’s resolutions! Regardless: woohoo!! Looks like I had a super-successful 2009 since I didn’t fail at any of my new year’s resolutions! Woo! Hoo!
(Flawed logic? Perhaps. Whatever.)
In other news of the somewhat bizarre, I noticed this morning that the manager (or whoever) of the train station in my neighborhood has very kindly posted a NO SMOKING sign in the stairwell that leads up to the platform. This is nice and all, but I would prefer a NO URINATING sign. That’s right, folks: people pee in the train station stairwell. The scent in there is godawful and damn near intolerable. I’d post my own NO URINATING sign, but I fear the idiots who pee there will retaliate by pooping instead. Ugh.
Still more bizarre news is that one of the many pregnancy books I am reading these days has informed me that the three body parts babies first develop are mouth, spine, and anus. I find this both fascinating, intuitive, and disgusting. What goes in must come out, huh? Incidentally, I’ve now gotten to see two ultrasound images of the kidlet (who looks an awful lot like a blob with a heartbeat) and it should come as no surprise to learn that my child is already adorable. Seriously, it’s the cutest blob I have ever seen. It is also an exhausting blob.
Perhaps I should change my tag line to something like,”Red Red Whine: Not Rockin’ Much These Days” or “Red Red Whine: Now with 85% more WHINE!” or “Red Red Good-Lord-Will-I-Ever-Get-to-Drink-Wine-Again?”
I must run to catch my train, but before I go, I should probably clarify that the book I discussed earlier this week wasn’t just about polar bears, and polar bears aren’t the only Arctic citizens who are suffering as a result of global warming. It’s just that the polar bears pull my heart apart more than anything else (yes, even more than the Inuit people, the walruses, the seals, and the birds). You really should read the book. In fact! Let’s do a random drawing! Let me know in the comments if you would want to read the book, and I’ll enter your name in a drawing to win my slightly used copy. You have until next Friday to be considered.
Have a great weekend!
I *think* I want to read the book, but hungry polar bears break my heart, too. And people, when they are not being jerks.
I want to read it!
I want to read it! I *almost* put it on my Harper list, and when I read your review, I was very sad that I hadn’t!
I’d like to read it!
Somewhere in the drama of my own life, I totally missed the announcement that you were pregnant. So very belatedly: congrats!
The wine will be back sooner than you know, I hope!
I think I would like to learn more about the plight of the polar bear!
Congratulations on your adorable blob! that is super duper exciting news
Aw! Adorable blob! It is really strange to think about certain parts developing before others – I mean, obviously I know that happens, but I just kind of pictured everything going from completely amorphous to more defined in a different way, I guess.
A cute blob! haha When it’s your own kid, they are always cute. Adorable. Like that saying: “There is only one pretty child, and every mother has it.” I have this saying on my desk at work, next to a photo of my son when he was about two, being just heart-meltingly cute. I still think he’s adorable, even when he’s chugging a beer and in need of a shave.
Poop would be grosser than urine but urine is still pretty bad. I can only imagine how badly that must be affecting your sense of smell. Previously benign smells made me dangerously nauseated when I was pregnant. You poor thing!
I’m so happy you’ve been able to see your little blob’s heartbeat. <3
Hello girlie,
Been thinking about you lately and wondering how things are going. Hope all is well. xoxo
Now, if you have a book that tells me how I can drink while I am pregnant without endangering the head, brain, or facial features of my unborn, imaginary child; I’d like to enter the drawing for that one.