You have enormous value to me...

Well, hello there, LJ. Fancy seeing me here.

I think, maybe, I might be coming back here. I need somewhere to expand on my thoughts and ramble more than I can comfortably do on FB or Twitter, and that whole me-bloggging-regularly thing didn't happen. And now it's been too long.

I miss not being censored by the worry that the wrong someone might stumble across what I've written. So, yes, I think LJ is it.

Update, for any of those still glancing periodically in my direction...
Eli is two years old and quite a massive pain in the ass but also a wonderful bundle of hilarity and cuddles and new words and peanut butter toast. He'll make me count the hours until bedtime, then miss him once he's asleep.

Although we hit a HUGE rough patch last summer, Pete and I are doing well again, and are expecting baby number two (and I WILL get my top choice name if it's another boy) in early to mid december. Exciting! Yes. Also, I need to lay down and may vomit.


I've been working in a dental office and like it very much, so I plan to continue with it for a few years.


Oh, and I'm hopelessly in love with Castle (the show, not the character), which I'll admit does figure heavily into my return as I suspect I shall need some companionship on the long road to next season.

And that about wraps it up for now! Will I drag out my laptop so I can surf properly? Will I disappear back into the ether? It's all so titillating! Let's see what happens next...

I would like this baby out of me. I've had a few promising signs and even went so far as to have contractions every 4 minutes for over an hour last night... before they tapered off into nothing. I'm seriously losing my mind at the prospect of not having this kid for another two weeks (which is when they'll induce) and the starting and stopping is not helping! I'm not freaked out about labour at all. Bring it on! I'm so ready to meet this kid and find out whether it's a boy or a girl.

I can't seem to sleep more than a few hours at a time (and only when I'm completely exhausted). So being that I'm awake anyway, I thought I'd come online and wish everyone a very Merry Christmas! I hope that wherever you are and whatever you do or do not celebrate, you have a wonderful day today.

I seem to have pulled or strained a muscle in my neck, no doubt while tossing and turning at night, since I'm spending a great deal of time lately trying to find a sleeping position that is even remotely comfortable. The back of my neck, right at the top, has been increasingly sore on the left side for the last few days and now really FREAKING HURTS. It aches all the time and when I move it the wrong way (and sometimes when I'm still), sends a shooting pain up the base of my skull.

This wouldn't be such a big deal if I could take a muscle relaxant or even an NSAID like Advil but oh, no... Tylenol only. And it's just not going to cut it.

I'm going to check with my doctor tomorrow at my check-up and see if Rub A535 or Tiger Balm or something would be okay. In the meantime, ouch.

Never share with your husband all the things you plan to do and cook the next day because when you wake up in the morning and realize that you need to run the dishwasher and clean the kitchen BEFORE you even get started, and that there are way more loads of laundry than you thought, and that making a cheesecake from scratch is going to take a while, and that you are absolutely batshit crazy for volunteering to make a turkey for dinner, you'll also realize that people are expecting you to actually finish what you claimed you'd start.

And being that it's the roommate's birthday (hence the cake) and the turkey has already been defrosted, I really have to at least do the cooking stuff.

There's snow outside. Real, staying on the ground, can no longer see any grass and it's still really coming down out there snow. The weather report warned me but there's nothing like going to bed with clear streets and waking up in a snow-globe. The dog is excited about it which means he'll fake needing to go out an extra three or four times today just because he likes to romp. Romp really is the only word for the crazy, barely coordinated jumps and stumbles that are his signature winter move. This from a dog who, according to his breed info, should greatly dislike the cold and be more suited to hotter climates. Riiight.

Anyway, I'm sitting here in pjs (not even mine... P's, because the two pairs of pajama pants that still fit around my gigantic belly are in the wash) and debating whether I want to make a stew badly enough to walk to the nearest grocery for the few items I'm lacking. This would be about a 20 minute walk were I a normal, not 8 and a half months pregnant person, so it'd be a fair trek through the cold and snow. But I just have this idea of a beef and root vegetable stew for dinner that will not go away! I'll have to mull it over... and check to see if I can unearth my hat, scarf and mitts.

I've been watching the fourth season of Dexter and ( mild barely-a-spoiler )

( My super-exciting life )

Awake since 4am and have already spent ten minutes googling Bea Arthur. Is that weird?

Am considering whether to try to sleep or just give up and put on a disc from Season 2 of Bones (all other dvds are packed). Also apparently considering giving up pronouns...