and massive medication. things look better.
Both [parties] embrace the amoral and unprincipled politics of triangulation, and neither fights with conviction and courage to rescue God's country from the cultural and moral pit into which she has fallen.
Did the Atlanta Braves forget to show up for the World Series?
(Don't send me your answers. This is just a little way to expand your horizons. Honest.)
I've discovered I can feel Bug. Last night, as we were drifting off to sleep, I noticed a slight thumping, not unlike a little gas or stomach rumbling (as my mother-in-law puts it). Only it wasn't in my stomach, but a few inches south and to the right of my belly button. And I realized what the feeling most likely was.
I considered not waking Darin, but then I decided he would want to know. So I said, "Darin?" and told him. He seemed very pleased that I had woken him for that. I put his hand over the area, but he couldn't feel anything--not surprisingly: the thumping feels very soft on the inside right now.
There's a downside to discovering something like this: it's like becoming aware of your tongue. Soon it's all you're aware of. I was worried I wouldn't sleep, because I would be acutely aware of each little rumble.
And today it's even worse. I'm beginning to wonder how I was ever not aware of what's going on in there. And is the baby constructing a boat or something? Because the movements are constant. Thump, thump! Hiya! Just trying to make some room! Don't mind me! Thump!
Just yesterday afternoon, Mary asked me if I could feel the baby and I said no. Ha! How a few hours changes things.
This is all too weird for me to think about right now.
I don't know what we did this weekend. We took a lot of drugs, I know that, and now we're both feeling a lot better. We're no longer using a box of Kleenex a day.
Darin saw Bringing Out The Dead on Friday with Brent and Al and hated it. His response to Roger Ebert's enthusiastic review: "I wish Gene Siskel were around to set him straight."
We went out to brunch with Fernando on Saturday, and again with each other on Sunday. All through brunch yesterday Darin kept asking, "Should we go do something?" But we couldn't think of anything to go do.
"You realize that soon we won't be able to do anything and we'll miss all this free time we used to have?"
I nodded sadly. And we went home and loafed off anyhow.
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