I'm sure I'll have more to say on the subject at some point tomorrow.

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Insane killer escapes on field trip to county fair

Really? You really thought it was ok to take this guy to the County Fair? Really? (to quote Seth and Amy)

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Stolen from Nikki. Because I'll likely have to pump at some point and hands free sounds pretty darned spiffy.

Win a Medela Freestyle Hands-Free Breastpump from Nature's Child - Wholesome goods for Mothers and Babies

I feel like a complete California Moron. (no offense intended to my Cali friend). It rained yesterday. And you know, that qualifies as a Winter Storm here. Traffic comes to a halt and they act like it's frigid. In fact, it rained and was 45-60 degrees.

However, I, moron that I am, managed to hit the wet tiles in front of my building at just the right angle to completely bust my ass. I was down and back up so fast I barely had time to be down. But it scared the shit out of me. It wasn't till I had passed our doorman and said "Hey Frank, I just busted my ass out front!" and was on the elevator that I thought about the fact that I'm pregnant and falling is NOT GOOD when you are pregnant. I'm sure I'm fine--impact was minimal--but it still gave me the Monday morning shakes. Joy.

For the record, this pregnancy has been far, far more annoying than the last. Nothing earth-shatteringly bad. Just--the brief sicko period. Several boughts of almost migraines that you can't really take anything useful for. Except tylenol. Which, well, not very useful. The dead exhaustion. And the crabbiness. And the sense that I am already clumsy. And feeling fat. And the weird early stages of feeling like it could all be a big lie. Despite all these other annoyances. Annoying. I don't want to feel annoyed by this kid. And I don't. Hopefully you know what I mean.

Anyway. I'm going to tackle this Monday with gusto. I'm going to walk back out the door and step over the slippery tiles and be just fine.

If...

Not as cool as I thought it should be.

But I'm tired. We had a relatively good week with the in-laws. I got to S twice. (which is always bittersweet) But I am really, really tired. Time change throws us all off and had Lily up at 6:00 am for 3 days running. I've been up and in the office early because despite only missing two actual work days I feel a million miles behind. I think it's just my busy time and I have to deal with it. The fires have shrouded the area in smoke for weeks now. I can't imagine what it must be like closer. But the air is lacking oxygen and it has been 100+ since we got back. Did I mention that I'm tired.

Emotionally exhausted as well. It is draining managing my in-laws. On top of that my brother's wife was diagnosed with a rare but treatable heart condition while we were home. She'll have to have something called and eblation which may be up to a 10 hour procedure similar to angioplasty where they cauterize ssome rogue nerve bands around her heart so it doesn't hit 221 beats a minute. Because, you know, that's just not good. She's only 31. She's not fat or out of shape. It's a congenital arrhythmia that has suddenly caused problems.

So no nice long post. Maybe tomorrow or on the weekend.

They were under the bed. I thought they were but I didn't look hard enough. I realized this morning that I'm ready to run faster. While I don't want to kill myself I'm thinking about adding two more days a week on my own running further and faster. I used to be able to do 5 almost 6 miles an hour. So maybe I could do Monday-Wednesdays on my own and Tuesday-Thursdays with Tori. She'll step it up for a while but she's eventually going to have to back down as she's pregnant. I am sickly enjoying 5 am. Though this morning I may lay down for 45 minutes. I'm really tired for some reason. I guess I could read for 45 minutes. That might make me feel better. Probably more than 45 minutes of not great sleep, huh?

We'll see.