someting that restores my faith in humanity's strangeness in a really good way.

as usual the orphan's dinner for thanksgiving was lovely and delicious. mmm. those foodies sure can cook. and probably a hell of a lot better than the asstards on top chef. it was nice to see some of the old crowd, visit with the people we only see at thanksgiving, and stragely, to realize that this is probably the last holiday season in the current format. brian rightly brings up having a proper christmas at home for the peanut. and we will have to find a way to do that. it's the reason that christmas moved to san diego (for my nephew) and now we will have to find the right way to adjust again and still visit family. i feel a bit uneasy about this, as i've always had christmas with my family, and i particularly love being with my brother and sister in law. but this is part of the game. having our own family now.

i am so thankful for everything. i have a good life. amazing and fabulous friends. the most wonderful 'husband' (we'll get around to doing the paper deed one day), and a son on the way. it's not a bad gig. it's definitely a weirder path we're going down than what i had in mind, but that's what keeps things interesting.

oh, and i'm thankful that i'm not the sort to get up at 4am to go to macy's this morning for the after holiday sales.

xoxo to you all out there. happy long weekend.

Posted by talkingcrow at 11:16 AM | Permalink | Comments (2)

Ahhh. Must start updating more often. Things are good, I've been sick (now getting over a cold). The usual. On several levels I'm a bit checked out. I think there's some weird biology that turns one into a hibernating mama bear at this stage. But maybe it's me. The other 900 women I know who are pregnant right now don't seem to be in the same situation.

So, the other morning, after I had dropped Buck off at Fun Farm (the dog, to doggie daycare), I was headed to work, and stopped in traffic next to a guy in big black truck. He was digging for gold up in his nose. Very determined to get his finger to the back of his eye socket. Clearly not too concerned with being an exhibitionist. When he was done, he took the digging finger and wiped it on the other palm like he was Elvis spreading peanut butter. He then looked up, looked at me, and didn't even remotely register that he was oversharing his personal habits. bleh.

And for something more fun, at least for us... I had only felt the peanut in the sense of him stretching in the morning, definite "you are rolling over, so I am rolling over" kind of stuff. Then, two days ago, on the second day of Halloween candy overdose, he started kicking. Kicking like a kid on a sugar spree. (you think??) And he's been bumpin' around ever since. So, there is movement. There is even big thumpy movement you can feel with your hand, if your hand is at the right place at the right time. It's WACKY I tell you. It even made my personal superhero tear up. Dad is already so proud. :)

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