how can you not think of willy wonka?
Darin and Fernando went out tonight to a sneak preview of The World Is Not Enough in Westwood. Fernando's gold ticket only allowed him to take one guest, not two. Despite the fact that there are those who have never seen me and Darin apart, we are in fact two separate people and Fernando could only invite one.
I actually don't mind. I would have minded if Fernando could have taken an entire posse of friends and said to me, "You stay home," but not going along with didn't faze me in the slightest. Sometimes I think Darin doesn't do enough stuff with his friends (without me around).
Considering he won't be going much of anywhere spring of next year, I think he should go out and enjoy himself as much as possible.
Darin called. He and Fernando report that The World Is Not Enough is better than the last Bond film. I am under the impression that a test pattern would be better than the last Bond film. They didn't rant and rave, leading me to believe it was neither the most memorable nor the worst two hours they've spent in a movie theater.
I assume I will go see it one afternoon for a matinee. There are other movies I want to see first: Sleepy Hollow, The Limey (if it's still playing), Mansfield Park...
Today was the monthly Ob-gyn appointment. I have gained 7 pounds since the last one, which makes for an 11 to 13 pound gain altogether. This is about half of what I'm supposed to gain altogether (ha!), and considering I'm at about week 23 or 24 of 40 I guess that's about right. I hope this weight gain is not due to my renewed interest in chocolate, or else I will gain way too much weight in the second half of this pregnancy.
One of the things I got at the office today was a list of the classes Cedars-Sinai offers, such as the Prepatory class ("You're about to have a baby -- here's what you do"), Infant Care ("Here's how to change your new tot"), and Infant CPR, among others. I called Mary to ask what classes she and Rod had taken. She described some of them and said she wished she'd taken others. She encouraged me to sign up for lots of them, including the Early Bird Pregnancy Class, which is for couples in the first 14 weeks. (Despite her encouragement, I probably won't sign up for that one.)
We discussed breastfeeding a little -- she had some problems at the beginning, due to bad advice her pediatrician gave her. (Every new mother I know of has had serious trouble in the beginning, as a matter of fact, though for different reasons.) During the discussion, she told me: "You know how breastfeeding is supposed to add a few IQ points to your baby? Rod said that with you and Darin as the parents, your baby won't need any more IQ points, so you don't have to breastfeed." Hee hee hee. Sigh.
One of my standard jokes on the subject of having Darin's baby I got from Sandy Lerner, back when I knew her at Stanford. She said that if she ever had kids, she'd adopt: not only were there plenty of children in the world who needed adopting, she could just imagine having a baby with her husband, Len Bosack, who was one of the smartest men I've ever met -- she said, when the baby was two weeks old, it would flop over in its cradle, look up at her, and say, "Mom, let me tell you what you're doing wrong."
I have amended this in my telling of it to: "Mom, let me tell you what you're doing wrong and let's work on how we can fix it." Which, if you know Darin, is just like him.
At the moment I can't imagine Bug doing this, but I'm having trouble imagining Bug doing anything except poking me in the size and leaving ripples across the surface of my stomach, much like the Loch Ness monster passing just beneath the surface. It still weirds me out to think that another person is poking me or rubbing her head against my stomach walls or whatever's going on.
I keep thinking that this could be weird intestinal gas or something, despite the fact that these stomach rumbles have their own heartrate of 143 beats a minute.
The answer to Tuesday's question: there are enough questions about the crash of the Egypt Air flight to raise questions about whether the crash was induced by the suicidal tendencies of one of the co-pilots. Unfortunately, much of the speculation revolves around the co-pilot saying some kind of prayer from the Koran in Arabic, which brings up the dreaded spectre of Islamic Terrorism.
Of course, as many commentators have pointed out, invoking the name of Allah or uttering a prayer from the Koran is as common in the Islamic world as mentioning God or his son is in ours, even among the atheists. So we really don't know what happened. And anyone who says he does is a big fat liar.
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