33 Weeks!

We (Husband and I) call this "Planet Baby".

People say that once your bellybutton pops out, the baby is "done".

Like those poultry timers.

Rumor has it that that is how the poultry timer was invented.

Thanksgiving

My husband is well. My baby is well. I have a warm, safe home. I have a loving family. I've got great friends, really great friends. I'm about to be done with a job I no longer enjoy. I just ate a yummy cookie. I'm happy.

Today's good for realizing that the good things are much bigger and better than the not go good things are, size and crappiness wise.

Happy Thanksgiving.

God. Dammit.

I went to college with Mella. She is my very good friend and I love her. She is an extraordinarily gifted writer.

She had a miscarriage a few months ago.

She recently came out as being pregnant again.

They went for the ultrasound. Here's what happened.

Dammit. Dammit. Dammit.

I have no idea what to say to her.

I hate that she and her husband are going through this.

I hate that God is allowing this.

I feel guilty for having a healthy little baby inside me when she has lost two.

For you pop culturists to think on...

Cute dream last night. The worlds of DC comics and Sex and the City had united. Carrie had a little crush on mild mannered reporter Clark Kent, and Samantha was doing her seductive best to land billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne.

They make an attractive couple. Though I have to admit, Bruce looks like Charlotte's ex Trey Macdougal.