i'm turning into one of those women who can talk of nothing else.
Unbelievably, the INS has actually come out and ruled on what should happen to little Elian Gonzalez. Who is Elian Gonzalez, where is he headed, and what are the chances of that actually happening in an election year?
(Don't send me your answers. This is just a little way to expand your horizons. Honest.)
Today's most obvious sign that I am, in fact, breeding: I went to Babies 'R' Us today to put stuff on the baby registry. I spent some time in the baby clothes area and I felt myself thisclose to bursting into tears as I looked at the tiny little outfits, like sleepers with feets in them. A teeny little person goes in this teeny outfit that has cute widdle fuzzy bunnies on it!
God, I'm beginning to mist up just thinking about it. I'm turning into a regular watering pot.
Of course, I then came home to read a post on my Moms list about the devastation that a new baby wreaks on your brain and your life--no sleep, constant attention, a mess everywhere you look. I almost showed it to Darin and said, "See, Bun, it's not too late to avoid this," but he would have (as he always does) said, "Yes, hon, it's too late. We're having the baby."
I met Kymm at Priscilla's in Toluca Lake yesterday. She gave me lots of guff for not putting her on my list of Top Ten Journals I Check Regularly. Honestly, like she needs the hits.
We talked about movies--geez louise, she sees a lot of movies, and she sees them back-to-back--and schools in LA. She mentioned that she attended the most liberal Catholic school in all of California (and here I was thinking I had) and the Mirman School for gifted children. I wondered if I'd better pick up an application for Mirman right away.
What I did pick up was a vast quantity of Chinese food for Darin and me, since he hadn't eaten all day (a bad habit of his: he goes 12 hours without eating, at which point he's really hungry). We watched some of the Wiseguy episodes with Kevin Spacey that we had taped. Darin liked some of them, but overall it was too ludicrous for him to sit still (or at least go without making sarcastic comments about it) for long. There are too many dyed-in-the-wool Eighties TV moments: it looks like a damn travelogue of TV cliches and popular fashions.
Spacey, of course, is riveting.
Today I went to Babies 'R' Us, picked up Darin's dry cleaning, and continued work on my drawing of the baby's room. It's like nesting, only involving a computer rather than actually shoving furniture around. I'm trying to decide on what the best arrangement is before actually buying the pieces.
I can't decide whether I should get the 3-drawer dresser or the 6-drawer dresser. Darin insists that no child of ours will need a 6-drawer dresser, but I keep reading that children are always the opposite of their parents' in temperament, which means we'll have a severely religious fool who likes to dress well and hates books.
For dinner Darin, Harry, Brent, and I headed to La Fondue Bourgignonne. I wasn't hungry, so I just hung around for the chocolate fondue portion of the evening. We arrived at 5 and the restaurant didn't open until 5:30, so I dragged Darin across the street (Harry and Brent followed) to the Juvenile Shop, where I showed him the baby furniture I actually liked. He agreed that it was pretty good, so we may have actually come to a decision on furnishing the baby's room. Of course, the furniture's twice as expensive as the Simmons' stuff at Babies 'R' Us, but I like it a lot better. And right now keeping me from getting maudlin or bursting into tears is worth about any price to Darin.
(Actually, to be perfectly fair, as far as I can tell and Darin has told me, my temperament has remained pretty much normal throughout this pregnancy. I told him to tell me if I was acting oddly, and he hasn't. I knew one guy at Apple who dismissed his girlfriend's opinions on everything right after having a baby because "she's hormonal." I told Darin he shouldn't treat me that way. He said, "What are the chances I would start treating you like that now?" Which is true: that guy was kind of dork before babies ever entered the picture.)Darin sadly informed that his plans for gifting me with a brand new Powerbook--some chicks get jewelery when they have a baby; Darin aims for something I'll really take a shine to--were dashed today by the lack of an announcement at Macworld about new hardware. I said it was okay: my current Powerbook is working just fine (even if it is three years old and therefore crusty and outmoded) and in a few months I'm going to have another 8 pound bundle to carry around. And we just got his new computer hardware, anyhow. How much more do we need?
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