Still Here.

I had chocolate pudding at 5:30 this morning. Because I'm 38 weeks pregnant-- which is a full MONTH more pregnant than I ever was with Wes-- and I've pretty much stopped caring. If anyone wants to tell me I can't have chocolate pudding for breakfast I will punch them.

If I can catch them.

Which is unlikely.

While I still lived up in Utah I very briefly dated a guy who had a married friend with a pregnant wife who was probably about where I am now. One night we went over there to drop something off on our way to a movie and the wife wanted to come say hi real fast before we headed out. I still vividly remember sitting in their living room and watching her emerge from their darkened hallway. She was massive. She lumbered. It was kind of like watching an old horror movie with some kind of slow moving blobby menace. It was frightening. I remember thinking, "Oh sweet mercy, I am never having children."

And now that is me. I am that lumbering thing emerging from the darkness to haunt your dreams and make you vow to never have children because, "Sweet heavens, is there even any recovering from that?"

I hope so, my friends. I hope so.