Home stretch

The end is nigh!  Since I'm walking around at just about 5 cm dilated already, the plan is to induce labor tomorrow morning.  Alice will be Mommom's birthday present!

I know that I won't be getting much sleep after she arrives, but even those couple hours at a time are sounding very nice right about now.  That, and fitting into something besides flip flops and the two shirts I have left..  Let's get this baby out before the Macy's parade people call!

So, a couple nights ago, I dreamed I went for a walk.  There I was, minding my own business, when complete strangers start walking up to me and handing me bottles of cleaning supplies. Telling me things like "That baby isn't here yet because your house is a mess!" or "She won't come until you have that place spotless!  Get moving!".

Eventually, I'm waddling through my neighborhood, with an overflowing armload of Lysol bottles, Clorox wipes, etc., while neighbors (one of which I think was the lady from the Pine-Sol commercials--when did SHE move in?!) are leaning out of the windows and hollering from their doorsteps at me to get cleaning, because that baby doesn't want to see a messy house.

But, my house IS clean.

The parts of it I can reach at least.

Places lizards should not be found

It’s been too long since I blogged. 

Would a funny story make up for my seeming betrayal?

Good!  Here goes…

Lately Miss Alice has been making sleep even more of a challenge than it usually is for me.  There is alot of shifting and a mountain of pillows of all shapes and sizes involved.  And don’t even get me started about what a production it is to fight through all of this when I need to exit the bed.

About 4am last night, I’m sleeping soundly for once.  Suddenly, I find myself standing at the end of the bed, fully awake and in some sort of plastic action figure battle pose.  All I remember is seeing a small, black, mean-looking lizard on my pillow next to me.  As in NEXT TO MY HEAD.  Unacceptable.

After a thorough search of the bed and surrounding area, including shaking out every one of the aforementioned mountain of pillows, I came up with no lizard.  Did I imagine him?  Dream him?  Is he just that fast?  I still don’t know.

Meanwhile, my back really hurts.  Turns out that, when triggering my reflexive ninja backflip from the bed, my brain failed to take into account the fact that my body is over 8 months pregnant.  Picture a hippopotamus trying to make it through the obstacle course on American Gladiators.  That’s a normal day for me right about now.  I won’t be surprised if Alice is born with a Nerf gun in hand.

So the rest of my night is spent in various locations throughout the house with a sprained back, trying to doze.  One cat, assuming that since I’m up, I should obviously be serving breakfast, follows me around poking at me.  Alice is inside kicking furiously, as if to say “What’s going on?  I can’t see a thing!”

Husband comes home from work, listens to my tale, checks the bed, proclaims me absolutely insane, and peacefully falls asleep in the lizard-infested bed without another thought. 

I do wonder if this entire episode is nothing more than the result of the small person inside of my just being hungry.  Or perhaps the imaginary lizard was eating imaginary bugs in the bed, which happen to be a recurring nightmare of mine.  In that case, I’ll let him do his imaginary job.

Let the husband deal with him now.

The Ghost Makes A Post

Just a quick update:

• My intermittent but well paying job being back to "uber-busy" mode
• Art commissions
• Third Trimester of Babyness

These are all factors which have contributed to my lack of posting, Twittering, and overall decreased presence on the Internets. When it rains, it pours, but I can;t complain. My apologies to any readers I still have!

Things will calm down in a few weeks, at which time I will have nothing to do besides work on the nursery and sit around catching up on my posting and chattering.

I can't wait!

When everything begins to taste like pie

It’s that season again.

Some call it fall.  Some call it autumn.  Some call it Thank-God-Those-Little-Hooligans-Are-Back-In-The-Hands-Of-Public-Education-Where-They-Belong-Hey-You-Get-Off-My-Lawn.

I call it punkin’ time.  Because whether you’re dealing with a cheesecake or an air cannon, punkin’ makes everything better.

In Starbucks the other day, I came upon the annual rollout of the Holy Grail of Punkin’ –the Spiced Pumpkin Latte .  Oh baby.

So tasty and momentous, this guy should have been behind the counter:”Very nice err..Cup Room you have here.”

And if that wasn’t enough, there was this amazing pumpkin cream cheese muffin, shouting “pick me, pick me!”. 

“THIS is the muffin of a carpenter!”

So I did.  I chose wisely.  And I have no regrets.

Because I’ll be doing this until the end of November.

More punkin’ goodness to come on Wandering Wednesday.

Feature Friday--BunnyKissd

Artists everywhere are getting into gear for the fall season, the time for cooler temperatures, outdoor festivals, and my personal favorite part, pumpkin-flavored everything.

This week, I’m featuring some of the great autumny items in FAE member BunnyKissd’s Fairie Gardens shop.

 

She’s also got some other wonderful items, including this adorable little guy:

Check out BunnyKissd in the latest FAE Exhibition and on her blog!

New FAE Exhibition Is Up!

The FAE have put together their latest online exhibition, “Moonbeams, Stars, and Comets”.  I love this theme, and the submissions are gorgeous!  The overall color palette is beautiful, as is the banner.

I think this is one is the one of best exhibitions yet!

Disney now owns another piece of the universe.

Those guys over at Penny Arcade always seem to know the perfect way to highlight the issues that matter to me.

So, if you haven’t heard yet, Disney just bought Marvel.

 

That's Disney, as in “Hi ho, hi ho, it off to work we go”.

And Marvel, as in "It's adamantium tasting time boys!"

This should be interesting.

 

I think it will shake out eventually to be for the better, so long as Disney lets Marvel keep doing what they’ve been doing lately.  And keep Hannah Montana far, far away from everything.  Stan Lee sounds ok with it, that’s somewhat comforting.

Know what I would really like to see?  A Professor X vs. Jafar matchup.  My bets are on Patrick Stewart there.