27 weeks. One more and we're done with month 7 and entering month 8 where, I think, the baby starts to settle into his birth position. Today's name: Kaden Peter Davis Brown. I am scared of labor only because I am not scared. I am worried that I should be worried. Why am I so confident? I just stubbed my toe on a door here at work and had to ( Read more... )

A strange thing is happening lately, which is that my body is freaking out. I have an ulcer. The acid keeps me up at night, clearly destroying my stomach lining and perhaps the rest of me. There are unmentionable things happening, too, which make me think I'm dying but which I'm assured is just an unfortunate but quite normal reaction to stress. ( Read more... )

I'm completely and utterly obsessed with Boston Legal. It's full of fast talk and hearty sentiment. There's always lots to say, and feel, on the show. I find real life almost boring in comparison ( Read more... )

I can't fall asleep. Ali's in Odessa and the bed seems big without him in it. So I decided to download some lullabies just for fun, and the one that came to mind is one I haven't thought of for ages, "Too-Ra-La-Loo-Ra/Irish Lullaby" by Bing Crosby. It's the song my grandmother used to sing to us when Mom was in the hospital. Granny would rub our ( Read more... )