Real quick.

I'll write more later on (when I'm not at work), but: I'm being kicked in the cervix right now. I'm at 15 weeks this Wednesday, and I'm (and have been all week) being kicked all to hell. This is my favorite part. :)

And also by the by, isn't life great? This morning: Wade and I in the kitchen; Ruby laying on her belly on the (very wide, don't worry) kitchen counter, up on her elbows, coloring on the back of a wedding invitation and getting pink and purple marker all over her face. Listening to a great cd (which Ruby was delighted went "around and around and around!" in the machine). Eating leftover eggplant parmesan for breakfast from my favorite restaurant when I was 12 -- that's still around and still makes amazing eggplant parm! Perfection.

And now at work, listening to the Pogues, getting kicked in the business, and it's a hot beautiful day outsdie, and this book exists and really? Truly? Life is pretty fucking fantastic.

Oh, hello there!

As you can tell, this blog has not been a priority lately. Still kind of tired (though I hit 12 weeks yesterday, so of course, today -- the first day of my second trimester -- I'm full of vim and vigor! (after a two hour nap)). Increased hours at work. Ru continues to be hilarious and fun, though she requires no small amount of time and attention. And the house is still about 75% unpacked (thank god we have a third bedroom, which has simply become an "open the door and chuck in that random thing that doesn't have a home" room). So really, absolutely NOTHING HAS CHANGED. Which is why I haven't written much lately. And unless there are some drastic changes in my life/mood, I'll probably continue to update here fairly sporadically. My goal is once every 3 weeks or so, but we'll see. Fair warning.

HOWEVER. I'm here and posting some stuff now, so enjoy!

First off, Ru displaying her nascent operatic singing, with help from her back up singers.


Then there's Ru just being generally cute, but turning into Sean Penn at the end.


Our new place has a yard, which has been such a BLESSING. Amazing being able to go play outside at any time. And I love that Ru and I can do things like "work in the yard" together. Which means I can make her water the plants for me.

And last but not least, Grandpa Mike came to visit.

Cuteness abounded.

Also, I'm pregnant, did you hear? Here's what's going on with that. Like I said, I was 12 weeks yesterday. We'll find out the sex for sure, the question is when. I have an appointment in about five weeks (at 17 weeks along), and I'm hoping that I'll be far enough along that we can tell then. I'm convinced, however, CONVINCED that it's a boy. To the point where I was talking recently with some pregnant friends who are both having boys, and I was like "That's so weird, we're all having boys!" And they were like, "Oh, you already found out?" And I was like, "Oh yeah. Um, no I haven't yet." But I'm fairly sure. Like 99% sure. Reasons other than my random certainty? With Ruby I was starving all the time, with this one I'm pretty hungry, but nowhere near the same. With Ruby I was boiling hot from the very beginning all the time, with this one I'm freezing constantly. With Ruby I would nod off in the middle of conversations I was so tired, with this one, I'm tired (see: my constant bitching about it) but I can still function (or maybe I have no choice on that one?). But yeah, all that to say: boy. All I do is look at boy-ish crib bedding, think of boy names, boyboyboyboyboy. Oh, and I'm HUGE. Enormous. At three months this time, I'm the same size as I was at like five months last time. I get that I'm all stretched out and whatever, but still. I've been in maternity clothes for two weeks now. Huh? Biggest baby of all time? Possibly. Just know to expect a 11 lb. penis-haver in mid-October, that's all I'm saying.