The advantages of having a husband

R to the rescue!

Look at how my belly dwarfs that doorknob. I'm huge!

I need to clean my bathroom mirror...

What follows is a slide show of my failing to take a good picture of my belly in the bathroom mirror.

I suck.

Second ultrasound photos

It's only been, what, two and a half weeks since the ultrasound? I'm calling these semi-timely.

Here we've got the head (over there on the bottom left, for those of you who aren't good at interpreting ultrasound images). I think she might be grabbing her chin and, if so, she totally got that from me.

A lovely spine. These pictures didn't scan quite as clearly as I would have liked (or maybe it is just that the print-outs suck). Her spine really came out well in the ultrasound. Like a string of pearls.

And, yes, there is indeed a human being in there. We've got a couple more photos, but I'm not going to show them to you. One was supposedly a face picture, but really is a cross-section of her scull and looks like a creepy death's head. The other picture is what I might delicately call an upskirt shot, and although some people feel comfortable posting such things on the internet, I am apparently not one of them. We're saving that picture for blackmail purposes.

half asleep = crazy hallucinations

So, in the middle of the night I woke up and saw something on R's bedside table. I told him to look over there, at which point in time he told me to stay in bed and that he would take care of it. He left the room, only to return slightly confused, as he had been heading to the office to check whether it was 1:30 am or 1:30 pm. I suppose it was probably the best reaction I could have hoped for, as I had been pointing out the crab-spider hybrid that had been crouching menacingly next to our alarm clock.

Not patient enough for baking

Well, it might not be the end all and be all of pizza crust recipes (or maybe it is just that I didn't let the dough rise completely), but I definitely made a nice little pizza for dinner last night (and ate it in a timely fashion). Considering the fact that R put in a request for pizza the last time I was up at my mother's house (umm... several years ago), it was high time, and I'm sorry I didn't do it sooner.

Go make some pizza.