Mar 11 2009

THE LIST

The brief, off-the-top-of-my-head version:

Jon Stewart
Something about his geeky self-satisfaction… I don’t know. Probably too smug for his own good, but I can’t help myself.

And, OH MY GOLLY, the pictures of him with his kid? HOT. (It’s the “good dad” factor.)

Steve Burns
But only post-Blue’s Clues (TOO SKINNY!) when he started a band and got a little grungy. Especially when dressed as a groundhog.

Hee! Cute.

J. August Richards
Gunn… Oh swoon…
*drool*

Johnny Depp
Well DUH. May not be original, but sometimes good things really are that popular.


Morena Baccarin as Inara Serra

Ouch.

( I find that I frequently fall for characters rather than the actors portraying them and feel very disappointed whenever I see them in anything else.)

Does that give you an idea?

Mar 11 2009

Economic Impact

Times are tough just now. My company is having to make some difficult decisions. One decision that has been made is that my time has been cut to 32 hours per week.

It was hard to hear, at first but, after the initial shock, it actually didn’t feel that bad. For one thing, I still HAVE a job, which some people cannot claim. For another, I think that 4 days a week will help me be more efficient, knowing that I have to get everything done in that time. For yet another, just after I was told that my time was cut, I got an unsolicited (but TOTALLY legitimate) job offer to do design work for 6-8+ hours per week from home.

And the company I work for, despite certain faults, is pretty awesome to their employees. A lot of us don’t get paid to the industry standard, but they are very understanding of schedules and family priorities. For instance, I have been assured that they are going to do everything they can to help me work from home, something I’d like to start even before Roo is born. That means that I won’t have to face double daycare bills for a long time, if ever! If I can make it work right for me and the company, I may be able to skip placing Roo in daycare until after Cole goes to Kindergarten. AND I may be able to have Cole home with me in the afternoons after school instead of paying for care. It’s still yet to be made totally official or tested, but this may turn out to be the best thing they could have done for me.

Am I still nervous? Yes. Of course. Anyone who is not nervous right now is either independently wealthy or delusional. But I also have a lot of hope that, no matter what happens in the next few years, my family will get through it.

Mar 05 2009

Obsessions

I have now thoroughly perused the baby girl collections at both Target (online) and Gymboree (online) and I have melted. Have become goo. You can find me- I’m the puddle on the chair mat under my desk.

This is my attempt to make this whole business more “Real” (and here I even snort at myself, so you can play along at home). I have not entered that stage of compulsive baby-shopping (a stage which my husband is now hoping I bypass entirely this time around), a stage that came almost immediately with Cole and lasted until… um… I guess that one never really stopped. But for this new baby? Meh- I just can’t get into it.

And I feel like I have to keep reasserting how excited I am to be having this child, and how loved she will be, and how utterly spoiled her grandparents will make her once she’s here. Please have no doubt about the depth of my feelings ALREADY about this little darling.

But I am also so WAYWAYWAY more relaxed about nearly everything concerning this pregnancy and the baby-planning and all, which I mostly think is a good thing. I think that most people who know me would say that I tend to get a bit… INTENSE… about stuff when I’m obsessing, and that this relaxed state is 1) Excellent, and should probably last forever, and 2) Probably will NOT last forever.

(Dani+OCD 4EVER!!!!!!!!!!!)

Trust me when I say that there is pretty much no chance of this baby coming and us not having at least the basic necessary stuff. My mother alone will probably stock us up with enough girly junk to last us for days, even taking into consideration that tiny babies poop A LOT more than 3 year olds do, and tend to be messier about it.

The girl clothes, though, just seem so much more complicated than the boy’s stuff. Cole was always either dressed in a sleeper or a onsie and stretch-pants. Easy-peasy! The girl stuff? DIFFERENT STORY. There are ruffles and dresses and skirts and bloomers and tights and bonnets and and and… Where are the simple baby clothes? Where’s the stuff that I can toss in the washer and not care about? Where’s the plain stuff with no ruffles for all the spit-up to get caught in and go rancid? Huh? ARE YOU TRYING TO GIVE ME LAUNDRY NIGHTMARES?!

I’m thinking, when we get to the buying point, I may just get a bunch of the onesies that say “I’m not a boy” and leave it at that. Done and done.

Mar 04 2009

20 Weeks

Here I am, halfway through this pregnancy and STILL having trouble entirely coming to grips with having another child. A very wanted, appreciated, planned child, but still… It’s a weird feeling, and one that I thought I would get over once I could feel the kicking, but the kicking is here and I still can’t believe it’s really happening.

But happening it certainly is, evidence of which we were given in spades at our ultrasound yesterday, an ultrasound which added yet another level of incredulous disbelief. Because, you see, in the ultrasound technician’s opinion, we will be welcoming a girl into our family in July.

A GIRL.

She might as well have told us to expect an alien or Bigfoot.

Not that I’m unhappy about it- FAR from it. I’m delirious with joy each time I let myself believe that we might have a little girl. It’s just that… well… I don’t believe it. It has nothing to do with mother’s intuition, I’m fairly certain, and everything to do with the fact that all of the babies that I have had the privilege to care for in my life have been boys. I have never, ever had to change a girl baby diaper or gotten to dress up a girl baby in pink, or whatever it is that girl babies are supposed to wear these days. I am very comfortable with my role and experience as a mother of a boy and I’m having a lot of trouble switching into girl mode.

And I really don’t care for pink. The color of my blog’s background was always meant to be vaguely ironic.

So I spent some time this morning poring over ultrasound pictures of 20-week baby girls, hoping to find one that looked JUST LIKE my baby’s picture to once and for all PROVE that I am or am not having a girl.

Can I just say HA! You can laugh as hard as you’d like at my naivete. I am.

(Also- there are some REALLY bad ultrasound pictures out there. Like, are you having a baby or an amorphous blob? But a really sweet amorphous blob! *ahem*)

So girl baby is what we’re going with, because it’s the best we’ve got until she’s (OMG- SHE) born.