my wife?  she's huge.  miserable.  can barely get up on her own now.  nightly she sits in a tub like marat and laments the pains in her joints.  it's not pretty.  there's no radiance here, just the determination of a fierce valkyrie to survive an ordeal unlike any she has known.  damn, that almost sounds like a movie, doesn't it?

and me?  i'm just doin' my custodian thing.  i keep things running.  friday night i shopped.  knocked out that grocery stuff.  then we took a field trip and got us some ATHF:TMFTFD from the beast.  it wasn't bad.  saturday, i got some things put together and then we had dinner with the old man any my stepmother.  it was a good time.  we amused the people at whorebucks by saying things that pregnant couples aren't supposed to say (read: THE TRUTH!) and made it home in time to read and sleep before the dog got too pissed off.  sunday i fixed the wife's powerbook (my third SUCCESSFUL tear-down of this particular unit since its purchase in 2003) thus saving us quite a bit of cash.  not bad.  not bad.

but don't worry.  i won't break my arm patting myself on the back just yet.

quick question:  my office building pipes the satellite music stations through the halls and in the restrooms.  who in the fuck thought it would be a good idea to have rod stewart cover the catalog of music created since the dawn of time?  from CCR to stardust to otis redding.  i wouldn't be surprised to hear him pipe out some lieder any minute now.  what i want is to have it stop.  but i need to know who started it.  fuckers.  clearly a focus group hatchet job.

everything else is on hold.  all of it.  wednesday we'll go in and schedule the eviction of the dude.  in my fantasies the doc says "hey, let's just wander over to the hospital and get things rolling right now!"  but i'm not quite that naive.  i know that next week is as long as they'll let him go, but next week is a broad target.  monday or friday?  it's the difference between hope and insanity.  if there had been any relief in this pregnancy i would just say "i'll trust the process," but i know better.  yeah, yeah, yeah...when it's over we'll forget all about it because the dude will be sooooo wonderful.  i'll let you in on a secret:  i've kept DETAILED NOTES on this whole thing.  i will remember!

(mostly i'll remember that we got lucky.  that from a health perspective we did very well and had nothing to complain about.  that bed rest and the pile of crap that came along with it was a mild hassle compared to many possible alternatives.)