S.O.S.

Husband. Coming home. Tonight. From business trip this week.

Daughter. Way too energetic. For this momma. 

Fetus. Kicking. Groin. Yeah. 

Need to. Talk in complete. Sentences. Uninterrupted.

Now on to tea party. Just been invited. With my little friend. Morgan. *smile*

Will sleep well. Tonight. And the rest of. My life.

Face.book

I just joined Face.book about a week ago. 

Ever since then, I've been thinking about childhood friends, college buddies and family members. My whole world was opened to my past again. Amazing. Local and distant friends came out of the woodwork and boy was it fun to catch up.

But now I am having my first Face.book dilemma: To confirm or not to confirm someone? 

I know, I know... aren't I overly sensitive? 

My compassionate side says to accept everyone. But I'm not sure I want to start communicating regularly with every person (no matter how wonderful!) from my past or my present. I guess I feel overwhelmed by maintaining that many relationships at once. And I don't even have that many friends. :) 

Then last week a person found me who I would rather not have found me. It scared me a little because I didn't post my maiden name. Which is why I keep my blog private. 

So how do you use face.book? Do you confirm everyone? Any concerns with security?

Pregnancy Update

Due to the swarms of people wanting to know about my bodily functions *ha*, I thought I'd give a pregnancy update.

Firstly, le bebe is all manner of sciatic fun. When I lay on my sides, that magical tingling sensation creeps up my limbs. This really surprises me because I didn't have this with Morgan until later in the pregnancy, like when she got a lot heavier. And though the kiddo is only a few oz. in weight, when I lay on my back, it's amazing how weird that weight feels. I marvel at its growth. 

Secondly, in light of "sciatic fun", it appears that we are now in the market for le La-Z-Boy recliner. *score* I slept in one of these recliners the last part of my pregnancy with Morgan and it really helped me to sleep more soundly. We have since departed with that recliner. Plus, I'm probably in the minority saying this, but I'd rather have a recliner than a glider for the baby's room. 

Thirdly, nausea and the effects thereof have made an encore performance. They're not nearly as bad as earlier in the pregnancy and I think they're due to the summer heat. Nevertheless, I totally deserve a rebate. First trimester sickness my foot. *wink*

Lastly, this probably goes without saying, but this pregnancy is a real kicker. (Pun recognized.) I think all my inner organs have received the benefit of its little blows. I'm starting to warm up to the idea of Sir Kickalot showing its cute face in December. Maybe this isn't just a terrible flu after all. :)

Kung F.u Panda

I took Morgan to see this movie last night and it was a hit. If you like Jack Bla.ck, you'll totally dig the way they made his facial expressions in panda form. 

My 4 year old daughter loved this movie, but if you have a young son, he will *TOTALLY* dig it. 

And, bonus... the movie now runs at our second run $3 theater!! See it!

Crab

Morgan: "Mom, sometimes when you tell me to do something I don't want to do, I'm a crabcake."

Awkward pause...

Morgan: "I'm a little crabby, Mom. I'm a crabcake."

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Hilarity. Get it here.

Morgan Grace

As much as I bark about Morgan's idiosyncrasies, she is very much my grace right now. Strange and wonderful child that she is.

She sings songs about random and beautiful things in her life.

She forces me to embrace each day with as much energy as possible.

She talks to my tummy, to the baby that is.

And the other day, she told me she wanted to buy a pink rattle for the baby. A present for her little sib.

I felt a little awkward about that one.

I've intentionally quieted my heart about this pregnancy for reasons that I'm sure everyone has heard entirely too much. 

I have gotten to the point where I will thank God for my "daily bread" pregnancy... "for this day's kicking fetus, I thank You." But for tomorrow, well, I don't like to go there. The thoughts for today are enough.

I think God is telling me to celebrate a little more. He's using Morgan to do so. He's allowing her to be the emotions that I haven't dared to embrace. 

Buy the baby a present?

Think about the baby on this side of Wombville? 

I'm reminded of the Christmas Carol lyrics "Let every heart prepare Him room..." 

It's entirely appropriate for Morgan to request this gift. 

What a gift this little girl is to me.