Sailing

The boat ride, if about a half hour too long, was lovely. The pregnancy-unfriendly hors d'ouvres and cocktails were on the crowded and stuffy lower deck, which meant I was able to plant myself in a corner of the upper deck for the duration of the three-hour sunset tour from the Berkeley Marina out to Alcatraz and back.

With luck, I found myself surrounded by a batch of Simon's coworkers I hadn't met before, and not only were they just dying to talk about all things baby, but they also encouraged me to take off my heels and just relax while Simon shuttled up and down the stairs fetching me plates of pickles and portions of Sprite (in a martini glass).

I found myself appropriately attired in a dress and heels, but I also went with stockings for warmth, in the process discovering that one doesn't have to stuff oneself sausage-like into full-length pantyhose if one has a collection of thigh-high stockings from years of dressing up like a Sexy Fill-in-the-blank for Halloween. I always knew that wild and crazy youth of mine would come in handy someday.

Speaking of Halloween, it's coming up and Magic 8 Ball says "All signs point to Leah is going to be gigantic on October 31 of this year." What should I dress as? I somehow think that this is not the year to be another Sexy Fill-in-the-blank (although I already have the stockings!) and I should turn my focus instead to things like Pregnant Fill-in-the-Blank. How do you guys feel about knocked-up nuns, girl scouts, and school marms? Simon's already got his heart set on being a douchebag, but I just don't know that I can pull off hot chick.

It should be obvious that Simon is not being a douche in the above picture but instead being his usual sexy fill-in-the-blank self, although now with more Obama. (He's wearing a little campaign pin, which I just realized you can't really see in the picture very well.) He got a set of buttons in the mail last week, an addition to his election collection that includes a giant stack of Obama bumper stickers and this, which he made with his own two hands:

He's sending it to his conservative, swing-state, cribbage-addict uncle in hopes of reforming some of that narrow Midwest thinking of his. Winning votes one card game at a time.

And finally, speaking of narrow thinking, I'm excited to announce that we are maybe probably sort of narrowing our thinking down to a good first name for Wombat. It's something that I took to at once and have already started using when the uterine kickboxing gets a little boisterous, but Simon wasn't so sure about it to begin with and has spent the last few weeks rolling it around in his mind and mouth to test the fit. What that means, of course, is that I'm forced to be a little more lenient on the middle names he's suggesting, which run the gamut from Duke to Schopenhauer. Tell me, which do you like better: Obama or Barack?

Twenty-sevenish weeks. Those aren't stretch marks but indentation lines from my p.j. bottoms because I am STILL working from home.

wrote Leah at 6:37 AM | Comments (20)