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A few random thoughts

Thought the first: Aaaaa!: I paid one of my rare trips to the mall today and was quite alarmed, upon reaching the top of an escalator, to find myself surrounded by Christmas trees. I have to admire their restraint: Christmas stuff was out in August last year. But for pity's sake: who shops for Christmas trees in early September? I'm still wearing summer clothes and struggling with my conscience about turning on the a/c. Fact: Struggles with one's conscience can be much more comfy when the a/c is on.

Thought the second: Pink: I never thought I'd be one to dress our daughter up all frilly. And in fact, until today, I'd only bought her one outfit myself: a onesie that says "Tax Deduction" on the front. What a sentimental mom. The generosity of family and friends have loaded our daughter up, well before she has need of any clothing, with all sorts of incredibly cute items, some frilly, some not. I have to say I'm looking forward to dressing her up in all of them, and I'm extremely happy that she has some incredibly cute, pink, flowery, frilly items in which she will probably be photographed an awful lot. Today, I bought our baby a winter coat, and decided not to go with the pink, but rather with the white. Because what could be more practical for a newborn baby than white?

(We've already remarked on the fact that if the ultrasound people were wrong and Baby turns out to be a boy, he's just going to have to wear the pink outfits anyway. We got a San Diego Chargers blanket from Andy's parents, in which we can wrap him so he can save face when looking over his baby pictures in the future.)

Thought the third: oooooof: I've reached That Phase. The phase of pregnancy at which my discomfort level is starting to outweigh the ease with which I can take care of the baby while she's getting all her sustenance from me (with no fussing). Trying to get up, especially from a lying-down position, is getting to be an epic endeavor. So is trying to find a comfortable position in which to sleep. Trying to get out of a car is downright embarrassing in public. I'm outgrowing my maternity clothes, and when strangers comment that I look like I'm almost due, they're doing it with increasingly worried expressions on their faces. I'm looking forward to once again being a normal size, and more important, a normal shape: I feel like some fundamental law of gravity has shifted and I'm about to sprawl forward on my face at any second. Wheee!