Incoherent Thoughts in the Wee Hours

Yes, it is indeed 4:30 in the morning. And I am up. Have been since about 3:30. I can't blame this entirely on the baby, though, since I am doing my best to hack up a lung. That is the fault of a coworker that wouldn't take a day off despite having the flu. The baby is causing the indigestion that finally drove me to the couch so I can sit up. But overall I am going to blame Dallas ISD, which was the only district left without a decision on school closings when Sergio checked at 3:30.

But they finally came through and SCHOOL IS CLOSED!

There is a child in all of us. I just realized that this statement is both figuratively and literally true of me.

There's a Nose Where My Belly Button Should Be!

We almost missed the six weeks belly picture! Can't have that. Here I am today at 30 weeks 6 days. I included a picture with my head in it this time because I was getting complaints that I didn't look like people expected when they saw me. Some people said I was smaller than they expected and some said bigger. Maybe having my head in the picture will allow for some sort of comparison. Either way, I am getting alarmingly large already. The other teachers at school don't let me forget this.


As for other pregnancy related topics, not much is new. She moves a lot. It is no longer a gas bubble feeling, nor is it something you have to search around for. As room runs out I feel her presence pretty much all the time. Her butt sits in my ribs and she kicks her feet across my belly. Watching this utterly creepy phenomenon has become our nightly entertainment.
She was particularly active while I was watching the inauguration the other day and it occurred to me that Obama's voice is probably nearly as familiar to her as mine and Sergio's. I just know she will be fussy sometime in the future and we will be able to play an Obama speech to calm her down. And if that doesn't work we can just find a House Hunters episode and let her listen to Suzanne Whang, who has to come in a close fourth for most familiar voice.

Children, Darndest Things, So On.

"Mrs. Barron, you want to hear a joke?" asked Jose.
I nod, expecting the usual ten year old stuff about chickens or knock, knock who's there.
"A mexican, an Ecuadorian, and an El Salvadorian are in a car. Who is driving?"
I ponder this for a moment before shrugging.














"Immigration!"

I laughed really hard. So did Sergio when I retold it to him. Is that being culturally insensitive?

Really? Tests to Graduate but Not to Become Parents? Good Thing.

We are getting some internet at the house right now, so I guess we better take advantage and post something here. Let's see...Sergio and I started Bradley classes last night. This involves going to an older woman's house in the suburbs and lying around on body pillows learning relaxation techniques that will hopefully help get us through natural childbirth. With five other couples. And as all awkward situations are for Sergio and me, it also involves many ill-timed jokes. We neither one seem to have the tact it requires not to make jokes ranging from poop to flatulence to fraud while being told to relax our muscles and breathe. We are also the slackers of the class. We were late to the first class, we have the closest due date, and we didn't take my nutritional log.
We are totally ready to be parents!

Movies

Horton Hears a Who ♣♣♣
It was cute

Stepbrothers ♣♣½
Pretty funny

Pineapple Express ♣♣½
A little different than the typical bromance Rogen fare, but funny in parts.

There Will Be Blood ♣♣♣½
I don't know how to rate this. We usually rate a movie based on what it set out to achieve, meaning that even a terrible horror movie could get a four. And this movie certainly seemed to do whatever it intended to do...but I want a refund on my three hours!

Just Checking In

For those of you wondering why there has been such a dirth of posting lately, there is no real excuse, save that Dawn continues to be pregnant and often uncomfortably so and I myself am attempting to begin a new, and last, semester of law school. (Reading that last sentence leads me to believe I have a problem with commas). In any case, stay tuned, continue checking in and I assure you that there will be posts, this is a sort of reverse Field of Dreams request; if you come then we'll build it. As bait I present a few of the events we are looking forward to in 2009: Ms. Rosalind Cate Barron will be born, I will graduate law school, I will pass the bar, Dawn and I will move back to Arkansas, Dawn and I will both be gainfully employed at the same time, etc., etc.