John C. McGinley wove through my dreams last night, lucky girl that I am. Unfortunately he was there mostly as a background presence in various stressful situations (brought wrong child to pediatrician, discovered most of my teeth had cavities, late to class and can’t remember where the classroom is), rather than in the sort of situation where I could, for example, grab one of his biceps and give it a little squeeze.
I was looking in my old journals to see what pregnancy was like at this stage in other pregnancies, and I found that always at this stage I am doing very little reading. Too distracted, I think. I do continue to read People magazine, because, you know, I need to keep up with important current events. And this time around, I’m reading a ton of blogs. I think this is comparable to my last pregnancy, when I spent zillions of hours reading and posting to message boards in a group of women all due the same month as me: it’s not really reading, even though reading is involved–it’s more cruising for social interaction.
One thing I have noticed, as I cruise the bloggerhood, is that more blogs need a section like *ahem* mine. See up at the top righthand side, where it says my name and my husband’s name and the names and birth years of our kids? That would be a very handy thing to have in most blogs. Often I find a blog, and I’m trying to figure out what’s going on, but who are all these people? I’ve come into a room filled with strangers, and I don’t know who is the husband, who is the baby, who is the cat, who is the blogger. I need a list of the cast members. Once I read nearly an entire post before realizing that the code-named individual was a dog and not a child.
This morning has been our usual weekend routine: I try to set things up so that Paul realizes his help is required, and he cruises obliviously past. Today I was in my pajamas feeding the twins their breakfast, and he said that he and William were going down to the workshop to do a project. I said oh, that’s a great idea, but was he going to want the twins left in their high chairs, or put down in their playpen? because first I was going to take a shower (here I glanced so rapidly it was almost subliminal at his clean, dressed person) and have breakfast (another rapid glance at the crumby plate he was bringing to the sink).
Edited to add: Thanks to Coffee Stained for letting me know that comments were disabled–I thought nobody loved me anymore.
“I said oh, that’s a great idea, but was he going to want the twins left in their high chairs, or put down in their playpen?”
Ahhh, don’t you love being sarcastic (or passive -aggressive) when they act so CLUELESS??!! Sometimes I wonder what my hubby is thinking (or if he thinks at all :)
I will read the whole post later (kidlet doesn’t want me ‘checking email’ right now)… but YUMMY DREAM! I think he’s really good looking and a good actor at the same time… wish I had a dream with him in it.
I hope you didn’t read one of my posts and think it was about a dog. Though I don’t think I’ve ever written a post about the mutt… and if I did, I’d refer to him as “the mutt.”
heh, I added a section to my blog so now it’s like yours. Never even occured to me, but I dont’ think I’ve ever written about the dog so I’m probably safe…
Well. I write about my dog constantly. But we all knew that. And that he is a dog.
Oh, how I love my dog.
Okay, I tweaked my profile a bit too. Some of the essential information was there, but now it is maybe a little clearer. I also realized it still said Harper was one, which hasn’t been true for several months now. So there you go.
When I was pregnant with Harper I had all kinds of tornado dreams.
I added a little more info to my profile…good suggestion!
How are men so clueless?
LOL..I put wayyyyy too much info about us and everyone around us on my ‘about me’ page, so no worries on this one.
I’ve found you really do have to kind of butt your way in with the hubby to get those basic things like food and showers in, you know, the stuff everyone but mommy does on a daily basis? *sigh*
Sara
The dog/child confusion was with a blog I was visiting for the very first time. The title of it and the set-up of it seemed like it was a mother writing, but it later turned out that although she did call herself a mother, she meant to the DOGS. That explains why she was letting her child poop outdoors; I get it now.
Profile updated and moved? Check!
Completely unrelated to this post, I seem to have a vague recollection of you asking about what television series we’d suggest you rent. Yes? We’ve been watching Freaks and Geeks on DVD, and it’s a really fun show. I thought I should share this.
Carry on.
I think my names and references are pretty clear, right? Since I use everyone’s real name, and have the baby tickers going. I guess the only thing maybe unclear is the dog issue. Fonzie is the dog. Lest anyone think I was referencing the Fonz and the rest of the Happy Days gang.
Good idea with the “who are we” intro with ages and names. I think I will add that info to mine!