It's not as good without Bob Barker

Tonight my grandma called to make sure that her three and a half month old great granddaughter watches The Price Is Right. My family is weird.

Hit me!

Today is the day.

Back in May, an ultrasound technician took some measurements of our then 19-week old baby via some grainy 2D black and white images, fed the numbers into a computer program, and the computer program spit out a date: 19 September 2008. Since then, this date has been the magic golden number upon which all my prenatal analysis has been based. It is the all holy estimated due date. It is the day the doctors believe our baby should be born, no if, ands or buts. Certainly no discussion or consideration of any other contributing factors.

As far as I can tell, our baby has no intention of being born today, and if our baby is not born today, then, as of tomorrow, I will be considered — horror of horrors — overdue. The earth will split open, demons will slither out from the depths, the thick, deadly smoke of hell will block out the sun, and time will stop. So in the name of all that is good, just, and beautiful (and just because you like me) hit me with all the "baby, come out!" vibes you can muster. Pray, meditate, hope. Do what you have to do. Let's get this baby out!

Revenge?

A few months ago, I dreamt that Danger Kitty beat Matt in a free throw shooting contest. Then yesterday, Matt dropped Danger Kitty in a bathtub full of water. On purpose. Hmmmm.

MIL blog

I read this blog post today and it made me think of Matt's mom. I wish she had a blog. That would be a good one to read, I bet.

Past and present residents of Tallahaseee and Woodville

Last night I dreamt that on August 1, Matt and I were moving into a house with his brother Dan. I think the house was in Tallahassee. It was certainly in a nasty hot climate like that. Where the garage door should have been was a giant screen door, and the space that should have been the garage was the living room. There was still a drive way leading up to the garage/living room though, and to the side of it there was a two-sided, somewhat rounded bookcase. We were only allowed to put our stuff on one side. The neighbors got the other. I was really not looking forward to this move, because I liked our current apartment better than this trashy house.

This is completely unrelated to the above paragraph. Danger Kitty has gotten so much nicer in his old age. He turned five a month and a half ago. He follows Matt around all the time just like always, but he's much more cuddly and insistant that Matt pet him. When I am home alone, Danger Kitty gets lonely after a while and come over to squeak at me and rub against my legs. It's nice to have a 20+ pound ball of fur wanting to love you.