First & Last

3 year old preschool - before & after

How can it be?

It seems like Josh just had his first day of school, and we're already at his last.

Wow - he was so sweet & quiet then...what a difference a school year makes!

Still pregnant after all these years...

We're getting ready to go on a camping trip this morning. I was pregnant when we went camping last year too. Except for a few months in the fall, I've been pregnant for more than a year now. My poor husband - I swear...14 months of hormones can't be fun. It's hard to be the woman full of raging hormones, let alone the person living with her. And we have severals months to go. And potentially more children after this.

I actually like being pregnant - I've enjoyed it every time. It's one of the few times I feel really good about my body. The pregnancy gives it a purpose, and minimizes all the cosmetic flaws. I really truly like this time, this process, this place. But even still, I don't know if I can handle being pregnant indefinitely. I think we all need a break from pregnant, unfiltered Sarah. As Mr. T would say, "I pity the fool."

But how, oh how, do we survive the hormones until then? Nate is a pretty good sport, but man, have I been a challenge. I just had about a week where pretty much every person I talked to pissed me off. Deeply pissed me off. Completely, totally pissed me off in every way imaginable. But by about the 10th person I realized it probably wasn't them - it was me. It's kind of amazing - like you're inside a robot looking out, going "Shut your mouth, you're such a bitch!" and somehow the mouth continues to have verbal diarrhea. So if you're in my path, I apologize. Pregnant Sarah is on the loose.

Thankfully, we have just a few months left. And I've actually gotten to a quite optimistic place, where I'm actually expecting there to be a baby at the end. Somehow, somewhere, deep inside me, last time I think I knew it wasn't going to end that way. I can't explain it, but I hadn't prepared in any way. This time though, I'm expecting a living, breathing baby that I can take home with me...how crazy is that?

On the edge...

Well, we're coming up to the point of viability. I'm 23 weeks now...I thought it would offer some reassurance, and on some levels, it has. I have just felt a real shift over the last two weeks - I've come a long way since my total freakout two weeks ago.

It helps that this baby moves a LOT now. I haven't had more than a couple of hours of not noticing her movements. That offers more reassurance than anything. If I'm being honest, even in those moments I sometimes go "Is she moving too much? Is the cord strangling her too?"

It's impossible, I think, not to let our past define us. I am who I am because of the collective experiences I've had. The key for me has been not letting my past CONTROL me. I feel like I'm finally doing that well - I'm confident in who I am, and for the first time in almost a year, I'm feeling confident about the future.

I finally accepted that I was pregnant, and going to STAY pregnant. Last week, I actually took my maternity clothes out of the Rubbermaid bin I've been using and hung them in the closet. Now that's some serious optimism.

Dance your cares away...

They're making a Fraggle Rock movie! Wow am I excited about this. Partly because I am lame, but mostly because Fraggle Rock is just plain awesome.


from Variety:
The Weinstein Co. will turn the Jim Henson series "Fraggle Rock" into a live-action musical feature.

Cory Edwards, who directed the animated "Hoodwinked!" for TWC, will helm the picture and write the screenplay. The Jim Henson Co. will produce and TWC will distribute.

Just like the series, the film will be populated by a mix of human characters and Fraggle Rock puppets. TWC co-chair Harvey Weinstein, who has been steering his company more aggressively into the family film arena, made the marriage with Lisa Henson, who runs JHC with her co-CEO brother, Brian Henson.

Ahmet Zappa will be exec producer with Brian Inerfeld.

Pic will take the core characters Gobo, Wembley, Mokey, Boober and Red outside of their home in Fraggle Rock, where they interact with humans, which they think are aliens. The show premiered on HBO in 1983, ran five seasons and was broadcast in more than 80 countries. It posted strong sales recently when the first three seasons were released on DVD.

Barenaked Ladies

Bad camera phone images of BNL from Friday's performance.

Getting Josh to patiently wait 1-1/2 hours to see the show was a challenge, but we survived the mobs of middle-aged moms & dads. It was a really fun show! Afterwards, we waited in line for another 1-1/2 hours and got our CDs signed. That was a lot of fun - Josh was wearing a Beastie Boys shirt, and Ed & Steve broke out into "Brass Monkey" when we got up there. Josh had absolutely no clue who they were but I was starstruck enough for the both of us.

One, two, cha cha cha

Jon, you're not at the Moscone Center this week are you? If so, I hope you packed your Pepto.

The problem with accuracy

My friend Becky recently posted about not using silly words for body parts. I appreciated that. We've done basically the same thing - I also don't say "bowel movement" or "urinate" - it's a little too clinical/nerdy to me - but we do say "penis." That's what it is, so that's what we call it. But MAN did that come back to bite me in the butt big-time on Monday.

I was changing Josh in an open area after his swim lesson. He had to go the bathroom so we took his suit off in the bathroom and I brought him out in just a towel. As a result, I was trying to make sure he kept the towel CLOSED (is that too much to ask?) and didn't show the entire world his business.

He was, of course, wholly uncooperative. He instead elected to repeatedly open the towel and grab his penis, exposing himself to anyone who happened to be looking. So I repeatedly whispered, "Josh, stop grabbing your penis." He would stop for a moment, apparently then be struck with total amnesia, and do it again. And I would then whisper, a bit more urgently, "Josh, STOP grabbing your penis."

After about the 10th time in 2 minutes - not exaggerating here - I stopped whispering. I very firmly said "JOSH. STOP GRABBING YOUR PENIS!"

He looked at me and at the TOP of his lungs yelled, "MOM. YOU STOP GRABBING YOUR VAGINA!"

Nice.

Wazzup?

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This beer commercial had a ridiculous amount of impact on the way I talk on the phone. Not a day goes by when I don't say wazzzup to somebody when I answer the phone. And I don't drink Bud - how sad.