Ow, My Aching Vagina

The Upper Cabinets Are In!

  • Go read: Paul Gravett on the New York Times’ dismissal of manga as “those Japanese comic books that feature slender, wide-eyed teenage girls who seem to have a special fondness for sailor suits.”
  • The upper kitchen cabinets are in, the lower cabinets and pulls go in today. The guys have tomorrow off for the holiday, then the tile people start on Thursday. The cabinetry looks great. I’m especially enamored of the large cabinet over the refrigerator that’s divided vertically for trays and platters. We’re so fancy! Flickr photos of progress to date here. (We’re going to do a PB Teen tile thing next to the door as an organizer. I should probably order that soon.)
  • Claude had an “accident” in the kitchen last night after dinner. Since there’s no evidence he’s feeling ill anymore, we decided he’s confused by the upheaval and thinks the kitchen is now “outside.” So we put the baby gate up before bed last night, blocking his access and that seemed to work. Hallelujah. Everything with that dog is two steps forward, one step back.
  • Jason Aaron posted a few pictures from Tony Moore’s Bachelor Party: Day Two.
  • Have you ever heard of Monkey Pants? Apparently it’s a Japanese thing. Holy crap they do excel at cute, don’t they? I lost about half an hour last night scouring the internets (and ebay in particular) for variations on monkey pants. These might be my favorites. Hard to say. If you turn up any cute ones, post links, will you?
  • Baby news: the kid is cRaZy active these days — doing gymnastics in my belly, I think. It’s pretty fun, except for the poking at my pelvic floor. Ow, my aching vagina.
  • We have our gestational diabetes test and 3d ultrasound on Thursday and apparently I’m nervous about it as I dreamed last night that we saw the baby’s face and it looked like some kind of hideous Simpsons baby monster — imagine Cletus the Slack-Jawed Yokel as an infant, in utero. Snaggletooth, unibrow, mustache camp, Christian Bale chin — I was horrified. I freaked, trying to figure out how it must be some kind of mistake… (”Is it time to start drinking again?” asks Fraction.) Eep. Does the fact that I’m apparently worried about having an ugly baby make me shallow? Or was I just shallow to begin with?
  • ETA: Repro Depot appears to be out of the Amy Butler Nappy Bag pattern. Does anyone know of another source? SECOND EDIT: Terry found it!  Thanks, T2.  (Other Nappy bags on Flickr.  I figure I’m going to be sewing curtains as soon as I have a diningroom table again anyway…)

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