Yes I’m 27 weeks along on the pregnancy road!  The baby is the size of an eggplant now and seems to correlate with the size of my growing belly.  I will probably be posting a lot more baby related posts on this blog, but will try to keep it mixed up with other things — but I can’t guarantee that this won’t turn into a full-blown mommy blog.  There’s just so much to discuss about in this world!!  I will also be posting a lot of baby stuff on the other blog that I share with pa pa.

I’m still working full-time now which makes it tough to post regularly.  After work I want to do nothing but surf the internets about baby things, and on the weekend I like to lounge around the apartment while husbie makes breakfast.  Now that I’m heading into the third trimester, I’m ready to start thinking about my labor and just ordered this book from Amazon: Natural Hospital Birth: The Best of Both Worlds.  I’m planning on giving birth at St. Luke’s Roosevelt Hospital at the Birthing Center but am trying to prepare myself in case I won’t be allowed to (depending on when the baby decides to arrive.. if it’s breech.. etc…)  I really want an unmedicated birth and am going to try to stay in labor for as long as I can at home before heading to the hospital (which is only 5 blocks away).  I know a lot of moms say this and end up demanding pain killers but if anyone knows me they know I will really follow up on this… I think pain is relative and can be mentally controlled.  We’ll see.

I’m still actually going to band practice which isn’t too demanding since we haven’t had any new shows since June.  We are planning on a show in November and a radio show next week.  I don’t know if I will be able to do more than that though, pregnancy does make me lethargic but I would like to play one show where I’m nice and big.

I got Phil a cake to celebrate his new job.  Why?  Why not?  And why not add a candle on it too to make a celebration wish?  Why only eat cake for birthdays?  I mean, my mom did this for our family for 30+ years for nearly any occasion when almost the entire family were in the same house despite avid protesting of no more cake, so why end the tradition?  Because even though we always pleaded and begged my mom, “please, no more, no more!! nobody wants to take in any more calories than the 4000+ we’ve already consumed from the excessive galbi and lobster and heaping bowls of rice from the dinner we just ate,” we’d still eat the cake and it would taste pretty good, if only because it made my mom happy.

Turtle Cove golf range in the Bronx

25 cent toy from Woodbury Commons

Bizzy in a good way and lots of great things happening! (right now I’m choosing to not be so busy at work) Not that I forget about the blog, sometimes I just don’t feel like updating as much after I look at my Google Analytics stats.  I should really get rid of that plugin because it makes me feel sorry for certain people.  TMI?  But I also find it cool when someone has looked at my blog for a while through a random search of “nearsighted cats”.  Either way, f. it. I like my blog and I like to look at it as a partial visual journal for the last couple of years and I guess it’ll continue to be so for all the world to see.

I can’t remember anything else I did, I just remember the light and how it turned my kitty into a tiger.

Our first set of furniture where we’re actually concerned about it getting ruined by the cat’s claws.  It’s a delicate balance between not being a totally lame superficial yuppy vs. learning to be a grown up that kind of cares about stuff because it’s also lame to pretend that you’re still a kid when you’re not. Drinking a Sunday afternoon beer or two is great for yammering.

My approach to this situation was to trim the kitty’s nails with clippers.