It has once again been too long since I posted and I don’t have a cohesive entry in mind so I will just string together a few random things.

+ Brian and I visited the SAM last week (we were on a date) and after enjoying the Wyeth exhibition, fell in love with this raven puppet that was hanging out in the kids area. Want to have. Verily.

+ Thirty-seven weeks. Feels like an iron ball is attached to my torso. I am fat, awkward, and uncomfortable. And sick of all my clothes, which I am steadily growing out of, in part because cheap maternity clothing can only be washed so many times before it starts to really shrink up. Baby is kicking as strenuously as ever; good girl. But sometimes it almost hurts, like when she rakes a knee or heel over my abdomen. I think she wants out soon. We are just about ready, the nursery is set (not that she’ll really be in there much), she has a little basic wardrobe of things to wear. Just waiting on the remaining cloth pre-fold diapers to arrive next week.

+ Very swiftly, the trees outside my window here at work changed their colors from green to yellow. And now the yellow leaves are shedding fast, spinning down to the street below. By the time the horribly offensive gas-powered leaf blowers show up, I will hopefully have finished commuting and be tucked into my nest at home. I’m working remotely next week (provided I don’t go into labor), and after that… we wait. And I clean and organize things and make food.

+ I need a haircut. And one more paid-for pedicure.

+ My baby shower was pretty awesome. My friend Ann went totally above and beyond and everything was just beautiful. And yesterday we had another little party at home, very casual, with a few local friends and neighbors. I made my favorite pasta salad, Brian made chocolate-chip pecan cookies, and one of the guests brought us a peanut butter pie with Oreo crust. I almost wept at the fact that I could not eat a giant slice of it. I was stuck with about four bites.

+ Which brings me to my heartburn. Wah! Lately I have been openly fantasizing about the HUGE meals I am going to eat once my uterus has been evacuated and my stomach can resume its normal volume. These days I am eating the smallest un-acidic portions I can manage, in an effort to quell the heartburn I get every day starting sometime in the afternoon. Medicine so far does nothing. I figure I can handle this for another three weeks or so. Then when we arrive home with baby, I am going to send Brian out for a massive platter of good sushi and a bottle of very good beer to go with it.

+ The title of this post is my misinterpretation of the title of an old Spoon song.