Kiss Me I'm Bloggish

Last week I was bestowed, by the fabulous des, this wonderful award:


I failed to acknowledge this in a timely manner because, as a recipient, I am supposed to send the love onto ten other bloggers! Ack! Are you kidding? Have you seen my google reader? I subscribe to at least 50 blogs, and I read all of the 'friends shards items' AND I am a prodigious reader of several hundred other blogish sites (Stroller Derby, TWOP, PBN, Philadelphia Weekly, ad nauseum). So cropping the list down to ten was keeping me up at night!

First, I would love to return this love to des. I feel a burning desire (no pun intended) to see her tattoos up close and in person. Plus, it's fun to live vicariously through her. She just up and moved from NYC to Detroit (home of the Stanley Cup Champions, boo.) FOR LOVE! How cool is that?

Secondly, I want to call out my Philly homegirl Lora. She's one of those ladies who is going to be a big famous blogger one day, I'm sure. Funny? Yes! Adorable spawn? Check! Read her, so I can be cool when I said I knew her when...

Amy from Chicken and Cheese. Quite possibly the front runner for 'blogger I want to meet in person the most' award. Seriously. When she announced she was pregnant and not coming to BlogHer '08, I was happy for her and then totally devastated that she wasn't going to be there. P.S. I'm totally not stalking you!

Suzanne from C.U.S.S. Any blog with the word 'snatch' in the title is a winner in my book.

(Sidebar: did I ever mention that 'Snatch' was my dad's nickname in high school? I don't care to speculate on the origins of that nickname AT ALL.)

Janet from every samurai needs a mommy. Here's to rekindling old college friendships! And cute as hell babies!

The High Heeled Mama, because ATL represents. I miss you guys! Plus it's her one year blog anniversary (I loathe the term blogiversary and refuse to use it in a sentence unless it referencing how much I hate it) so go over and wish her some happy more to come!

Catherine, because her and her lady parts need all the love they can get. Plus: new baby happiness!

Susan, over at Stuff and Nonsense. Write more, damn it. Our thursday phone dates aren't cutting it! I need the written word of Susan!

The New Girl. If you don't finish that birth story in the next few days, I will find you and force you to tell it to me in person. And I mean that in a totally fun, non-threatening way!

And finally, Miss Zoot and her whole brood. Again with the new baby deliciousness! All these bloggers having babies are really out to make me ovulate, I just know it. Plus she was the originator of the lovely pink and green template I used to use before I broke it.

So there it is. My ten. There are ten more, and ten more beyond that, but I am tired. Thanks again Miss d for your continued love and adoration of my cute-as-buttons offspring!

More Proof That I Am Old

This morning Sam and I went to his weekly swimming class aqua-tots. This is also knows as '30 minutes for mommy to ogle the cute-as-a-button 20 year old swim instructor Tyler' class. Since we go to the oldest Y in the western hemisphere, the pool is frequently unusable due to unstable chemical levels or pump failure. Today was no exception. In the past they simply canceled the class and told us they'd refund the money to our accounts, which then never did. I guess people (besides me) caught on and complained, so they've worked out a deal with the township to use the pool at the local high school when the Y pool isn't safe.

We got there with plenty of time to spare. Since I wasn't 100% sure where I was going I left extra early. Naturally we found the proper location and doors in record time so we had almost 20 minutes to kill waiting for our class to begin. So we sat in the locker room and counted to 25 a bunch of times.

While we were counting, an alarm started to go off. Startled, I jumped up and grabbed Sam and our things from the locker. I threw a towel around him, slipped on my shoes and headed for the nearest exit. Just before I was about to walk out I looked around and noticed that no one else was making a move. The lifeguards were perched in their chairs and the elderly aquacise class was paddling along cheerfully. Then I heard the sound of a thousand teenagers jamming their way through the corridors. It wasn't until that moment that I realized that it wasn't a fire alarm I had heard.

The bell had rung.

Numero Dos

All throughout my pregnancy with Lucy I was nervous. When Sam was in utero I knew nothing. I had nothing to expect. All I knew was that eventually a baby would come out, and that I would take care of him. After my brief but intense experience with post-partum hormone flux, during my second pregnancy I was mostly concerned with maintaining my sanity all the while maintaining my two children.

That and my nipples falling off.

But guess what? It wasn't like that. I would almost go as far to say it was easy. Two days after she was born I was out shopping like nothing had happened. Yes, I was tired, but I wasn't insane. My nipples didn't feel like they were on fire. Surprisingly I was, well, happy! After my experiences with birthing and bringing home Lucy, I wouldn't be afraid to do it again. And maybe even again.

So maybe it's not earth shattering, but it's the most re-assuring thing I can think of.



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