Thoughts, or something...

So it's seven o'clock in the morning. But when Isaac woke up crying it felt like the middle of the night. It still feels and looks like the middle of the night. What exactly is the benefit I'm getting from all that daylight we're saving. It might be great for some people, who don't have to get up in the morning. In my mind, the darkness is the worst part of winter.

I've been meaning to write a post about Keith's wedding this weekend. It was a lot of fun. But I just haven't found it in me to string together enough coherent thoughts. We of course killed our food budget. I'm not thinking to much about that.

Isaac is now standing on the coffee table and has put the handle of the vacuum cleaner in his shirt. He has that huge "look how smart I am" grin on his face.

And I've never been to Boston in the fall..

... is not a claim that the Cleveland Indians can make. I however, still can. It is funny when a sports team is actually doing well (though with the Indians it isn't completely unheard of) -- random people ask you what you think will happen next. (This evening as I was leaving the YMCA, one of the other folks leaving asked me if I was a fan and if I thought they'd win).

They are losing as I type this. But who knows how things will turn out. I have no doubts that their chances are better than the football team. (an opinion that I trust other readers of this share, though possibly for different reasons)

Well, it is about time for the math show that my friends who don't have a TV introduced me to, so it is time to draw this to a close.

Keeper of the Cheerios

Every so often I google myself to see what is out there about me. Nothing exciting really. But the thing I found exciting was that now, if you google the phrase "keeper of the cheerios" my blog shows up in the first page of results.

I shouldn't be on the computer right now. I just looked over and saw Abigail is using the large roll of masking tape to tape Sammy (who is completely willing) to a chair.

If you fight the Insurance Company long enough, you'll probably win!

Empire has finally paid for the work Paul had done on his foot in March.

Woohoo!

Tents

Due to the ever expanding size of my tummy, and due to the upcoming church rummage sale, I have been sorting through clothing and trying things on. I had to face the unfortunate, saddening reality; I have now reached the tent phase of pregnancy. For those of you unfamiliar with the concept, this is the phase in which the only clothing that fits makes you look like you are wearing a tent.

I have lots of really cute maternity clothing from my previous pregnancies. It never fit right. Right up until the point when you really need maternity clothes it is possible to find all sorts of adorable maternity clothes. Then, once your tummy reaches a certain point, the only way to find clothing to cover it is to buy things three sizes to large. I don't get it. My tummy is big, the rest of me is not. Presumably this is what maternity clothing is supposed to be for. SO WHY DOESN"T IT FIT?????

Some of the shirts fit pretty well, but they aren't nearly long enough. I thought I could get by wearing a camisole under them. But the camis I can find either aren't long enough, or they roll up over my belly.

Ugh! Two more months of tents.

She'll be a big one!

I saw the obstetrician today. When he was looking at the ultrasound, he said "It looks like we'll be seeing this one in mid November." I looked at him and said "WHAT????" He said "When's your due date again?" "December 17." "Oh, umm... early December then, and it looks like she'll be at least an eight pounder."

I guess the baby is more the size it should be if I were much farther along, and even then she's on the big side. He had forgotten to look at the chart for the due date and was just making an age assumption based on the fetal size.

prenatal soccer?

Have you ever lain awake at night watching your stomach move around into all sorts of crazy positions? No? Let me tell you, Naomi is quite the mover. I am not sure if it's kick boxing or what it is she's doing in there.

I can barely keep my eyes open, and yet there's not a chance I'm going to sleep. When Abigail used to do this I would walk on the treadmill until she'd fall asleep. Yes, babies do like to be rocked to sleep even in utero. But I am physically so worn out there's not a chance I could mill enough treads.

I spent much of today cleaning the house. While not spotless, it looks pretty good. The women's Bible study met here tonight. I am leading the study for the next few weeks . We just started an eight week study of Colossians. It went very well. The only disappointment was a relatively low attendance. Also I was the only participant under age fifty. Do young women think a straight scripture study will be boring? The last time I tried to lead a study I invited only young women, and none of them came.

Ah well...