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Well, obviously my daughter had definite ideas about Scorpios. I don't mind, supposedly Sagittariuses are easy-going, friendly, action-orientated folks. I have no recollection of ever knowing one so perhaps these people also don't give too much credit to horoscopes, unlike all the Libras I know. Anyway, as you can tell from this photo, Ingrid has not yet made her way into the world (or perhaps I am fooling you and she is tucked away in a baby bjorn under my dress). Soon, though, very soon. I go in for a non-stress test today just to confirm that she is alright baking away in her womb. Hope all is well with everyone. Take care.

Things are progressing though I am still not holding Ingrid yet. I thought I would share songs that make this hormonal pregnant woman tear up (actually they have that effect even when I am not pregnant; I guess my hippie roots are showing). They aren't new but sometimes I think we need to listen to them anyway.



This last clip is a little odd, what with the quick zoom of the tourist cheese smile, but in a way the man doing prostrations is rather what I feel like over these past few weeks. Letting go of the attachment of calendar times, respecting my body, my child, bowing down to the natural order of things. Okay, hope everyone is well. Take care.

We've been watching a lot of Invader Zim recently, hence today's photo. We've also been playing Uno, walking, eating sushi and crispy tofu, looking at Jason's friends waiting for a Wii in Wal-Mart, walking, drinking hot cocoa, being warned about rising crime in Riverside, discussing the dangers of Riverside, considering the possibility of a dog, listening to the sound of rat teeth knawing on the thin replacement panel of wood behind the stove, considering the possibility of a cat, and having contractions. What, wait, what was that last thing? Yes, it seems that sometime, eventually, Ingrid will enter this world. These things take time though (as if I haven't proven that by going 10 past my due date) and it is possible that tomorrow I will still be posting about random tidings, for instance this article is one of those things that I will probably talk about for days (like I did with the issue of mothers waxing their toddler daughters' eyebrows...). Or like I talk about The Office because man, did you watch the last one? I mean, Pam and Jim are meant for each other but then comes Karen and I actually like her. Yeah, you see this is what happens when I can't find the library books I wanted. But I did get the new issue of dwell which makes me happy. And Jason got himself a new present, though I won't discuss the details here, you know, for security purposes. Anyway... until next time, take care.

This, to our dorky souls, was really funny. And don't get excited, I am not about to write how this was how we got to the hospital to have Ingrid, because she is still comfortably floating around in my womb. But if I had to go to the hospital, what better way to get there than in the Jambulance?

Quick, call the Party Medics! What really cracked us up (and it doesn't take much these days) was that this was parked in the emergency space outside the building (we won't mention the building's name, it brings us shame to admit where we were on a Friday night without Sebastian).

So, yeah, no Ingrid. My midwife is stumped, she had guessed that Ingrid would have arrived by now but so did everyone else. We went and checked out what was going on inside to make sure she is still healthy and thriving. She is. Plenty of fluid to swim around in. Ten fingers and toes. And huge lips. I know these pictures are a bit blurry and in general looking at ultrasound pictures is like looking at that is it an old woman or a young woman drawing, but I will try to explain. In the top photo she is looking towards us. You can see the top of her head on the right then follow it along the forehead to the cheek to the chin. So once you have that figured out you can identify eyes, nose, and mouth (all in their proper places). The bottom image is a profile and you can see her long nose and again her juicy lips. You know who I think she is going to look like?

This guy.

Enorme:
1. The largest drink size at Tully's Coffee
2. What a short woman looks like at 41 weeks pregnant

Last night, around 1 o'clock a fantastic storm blew in. The wind was awe-inspiring. Our windows were open and the curtains danced like ghosts. Eventually Jason got up and shut the windows and soon after the wind gave way to rain. Change is in the air (but still no Ingrid).