It's Monday, Isn't It?

How can it be Monday already?! That seems really unfair.

Someone Give Me a Cookie - Now!

Oh the cravings. You don't understand, until you have experienced them, the depth and breadth of the pregnancy craving. I foolishly thought they were just a way to get your husband to go buy you a bag of Cool Ranch Doritos at two am without complaint. How wrong, how very wrong I was. I swear it's as though the baby has a takeout menu and a direct line to my stomach stashed away in there. And it better in come in thirty minutes or less or else.

It is Very Strange...

...to watch a little foot (or maybe it was a head, or elbow, or fist) cause your belly to bounce around. I'm not used to seeing parts of my body move independently of me. Sometimes you get so used to being big and round and unweildy, you forget there is someone in there.

Urgh!

So I have absolutely no idea why, when my blog is set to show the last 15 days worth of entries, it will only show the entries from this month. Very irritating!

The weekend in the sticks was fun. The reunion was more enjoyable than I thought it would be, as I am not very big on spending vast amounts of time socializing with people I barely know. My husband and I spent Saturday night up at his cottage, just the two of us, and it was perfectly lovely. His sisters and their families and his Dad came up Sunday and we swam, and chatted and ate food while sitting around the bonfire.

The only annoying part would be my husband's aunts, who spent much of the reunion cornering us in the kitchen asking when were planning on starting our family. One aunt went so far as to tell us that they had graciously given us two years since our wedding, and they now expected an announcement by October. At this point, I fell back onto my usual response, telling them we had decided not to have any children, but would instead rent them for special occasions.

Buh bye!

I am off to the sticks this weekend, in order to partake of a family reunion. The call of the lake and swimming is enough to drive an extremely hot and sticky girl to tears.

Later!

Gotta Love Free Enterprise!

Sadly, Ebay nipped this one in the bud a mere hour after it was listed. One must wonder, though, exactly how much bang a company would get for it's buck, seeing as the guy is married after all.

Gimme a "B"...

I have spent much of my life feeling as though I am being pulled in two very opposite directions. One day I am the little hippie girl, the next a goth baby. I swing between glowing idealism and snarling cynicism, sometimes in the same thought. I like daisies and combat boots. I live liberal and vote conservative. (Of course, in Canada, that particular distinction is a little more vague, since conservative isn't really so - that's what we have *shudder* Reform for.)

It's awfully exhausting hating frills and ruffles and girly crap and loving cute fluffy little bunnies all at the same time.

I think I have found the perfect solution. I wanna be a Radical Cheerleader! (If that link doesn't work for you, try this one.) This is the most perfect thing I have ever heard of. Pom Poms and combat boots! Social conciousness with style! Protests are often so very boring, standing around waving a sign or chanting some desultory slogan. Who wants that? Not me. I want to bounce while shouting catchy cheers!

I have found my calling.