Happy holidays and junk and stuff

Well Happy Holidays lovely people. It's Christmas evening and I am full of Tofurky. An episode of Northern Exposure from my new dvd (gift) is playing and the cat is sleeping on the baby changing table because he can. Actually, he quite likes all the baby items. He was sleeping in the car seat for a few weeks, until we installed it. He got a taste for being carried around when he was a kitten so we decided to test out the baby sling on him, to get a feel for it. He loves it. Freaky little furball.



I'm nearly 38 weeks now. I am so close to giving birth it's wacky. All is go. Retro rockets, activated. And so on. It's a trippy ride, these last few weeks. Surreal at turns. Thanks again to hormones (which, if you read in my blog archives, you will note that I curse these same hormones monthly with all my might!), they have lulled me into a feeling that all is cool. And why shouldn't it be really? I had slight hitch in sanity lately when I couldn't get the "I want a hippopotamus for christmas "song out of my head. It was assaulting my brain, there's no other way to say it. I would shout f--- off out loud to silence the song going round and round and round, but it would just laugh and keep on trucking through my skull. "No crocodile or rhinoceroses, all I want for christmas, is hippopotamuses..." NOOOO!!!!!!

It lasted about 2 days. I'm better now.

Crazy, man, crazy.

We spent this Christmas as just the two of us. It was relaxed and simple and really nice. The midwife asked us recently if we felt ready to be parents. We told her we were as ready as people, who had no idea what to expect, could be. She told us it can be a big change in the routine of young people. We both laughed and explained how we already live like retired hermits.

I love staying home. I need to go out maybe once every 2 months and that's pretty much it. I don't go to parties, I hardly ever go out with friends, I don't even go to movies anymore. What for, when I can rent and watch from the comfort of my home without having to hiss to the moron 2 seats down from me that if they don't turn off their cell phone, I will follow them home and strangle them with piano wire...

On Christmas eve, we had a skype date with my parents and sister where we opened our secret santa gifts. I got a big sharp knife and a knife sharpener to keep it that way. Makes me feel like a big man...with a knife. A big pregnant man with a big sharp knife. Er...well, it makes me feel like onions are really easy to cut at the very least. It was fun and modern and less Bladerunner than Skype felt the first few times I tried it.

This morning, T and I opened our gifts to each other. We did a good job! We even got the kitty cat some cat grass as a present, since we wouldn't let him eat our poinsettia. His former vexation has turned to satisfaction as a result.



We went for a wee drive in the country and then lounged at home, reading our new books. We feasted on Tofurky, as is our wont and finished with a decadent chocolate cheesecake, for which my stomach is currently debating whether or not it's going to punish me.

It's already nearly bedtime. I can't say I mind. Laying down is so sweet. Sleeping is so awesome. Getting up to pee every two hours is less awesome but falling back asleep again is redeeming.

I dig life right now. I hope you do too. Merry holidays to all.