Under the Glass Bell

I've Got Nothing for a Title

You know how they say, "If you can't say anything nice..."?

Well by that standard I shouldn't be posting tonight. But the effing NaBloMe is requiring it.

So, I'll ignore the urge to whine about how I've got a rotten cold and this is the hardest pregnancy ever and blah, blah, blah.

Instead, I'll post a YouTube classic that makes everyone smile.

The Laughing Quadruplets

Didn't find that funny?

You're one cold-hearted SOB. 

Do You Like the Things That Life is Showing You?

I'm sitting here watching the election results. I'm tearing up a bit because I am so goddamn proud of my country. I feel a sense of relief for my family's future. It feels like we just got ourselves back on track.

Ground Control to Major Tom

Took a nice, long nap this afternoon and it was heaven. (Was off work today.)

Lots of things are running around my head tonight, but I'm not at liberty to put any of it down yet. Give me a few days.

Will be happy to vote tomorrow and hope that the results turn out well.

What Will I Think of Next? Where Can I Hide?

How can one remain nauseous so many days in a row? I don't get it. I am so sick of feeling like I'm going to puke/puking. Seriously, what is up with this kid????

Today was another gorgeous day. We gained an hour of sleep, which was nice. C still woke up at 7. So he slept through the extra hour.

We made it to they gym by 9:30 this morning. They have a little kids' center where C stays when we work out. I really did not feel like working out, but feel like I have to try to do something to make this morning sickness better. I definitely had more energy for the rest of the day, but still feel shitty at the moment.

I'm in need of some good reading. I haven't been in the mood to read at all, lately. But, I've got House of Incest and The Collected Stories of Collette sitting on my nightstand. Maybe I'll dig in to one of them for a bit before I hit the hay.

Bon nuit.

When are You Gonna Come Down? When are You Going to Land?

Hello.

Nablopomo.

Go!

All is well in the outskirts of Chicago. We moved in June. We now live in Oak Park. Love our house and the hood and all about it. It's been good for us.

The boy is almost 3. Another baby is on the way. He or she is set to make her appearance on April 20th, 2009. (C-section has already been scheduled.) Morning sickness is terrible this go round. I'm 15 weeks and it still hasn't let up. That's been rough.

The hub is wonderful as always.

Fall can be so comfy. I just took some time this evening and got all woozy over it. Root vegetables and soups and gratins and orange-colored knee-length sweaters. Been listening to lots of Shawn Colvin and the latest Juliana Hatfield. Tomorrow I think it's time to break out some Joni Mitchell. Although I'm going to have to fight B to keep the new goddamn Bob Dylan out of the stereo. Christ, I hate him. (Dylan, not the hub.)

Let's see how far I can take it this month. Bon nuit.