...So I said, "Why not?"

Joseph said I should start blogging. Hee hee. The spellcheck says that "blogging" and "spellcheck" are spelled incorrectly. They seemed correct to me. I'm not going to fix them.

I don't feel I have that much to say. And usually when I want to write my feelings down, I'd do it in my journal. Seems more personal to me. It's not like I've written in my journal really since Aki was born. I think I've written in it twice in the last two years. Actually, I don't even know where it's at. Maybe it's packed away at my dad's house with all the other books. Or did I bring it here?

I didn't feel like doing the dishes tonight. Joseph said he would do a load if, and here come the stipulations, I would not log onto MySpace. "Why don't you start a blog?" he said. So here I am. Doing the blog thing. Maybe someday I'll have something important or profound to say, but today, you'll just have to put up with my random ramblings.

Oh, I should note: not only did Joseph do the dishes, but he also made dinner tonight. I told him I was in the mood for his stroganoff. I think he thinks I was playing the "Pregnant Craving" card, but it really did just sound good to me. Maybe it was a craving... Either way, I have an awesome husband!

About this pregnancy thing...apart from feeling tired all the time and suddenly needing to take naps every afternoon this week, I don't feel pregnant. I guess it's a good thing. That's what all my formerly and presently pregnant friends say. They say I should feel so lucky not to be nauseous all the time. But when I was pregnant with Aki, the nausea was part of what made it so exciting. I felt different. I knew I was pregnant, without a doubt. Now, of course, I know I'm pregnant this time around, but it just feels weird. I don't know how else to explain it. I almost feel like I'm lying to people when I tell them our good news. Maybe we're telling them prematurely. Maybe we should've waited a couple more weeks. I mean, at this point I'm just barely pregnant. It's not like there's anything we can do about it now. Our families and most of our friends know now. Of course, so does anybody reading this. Hmmmmmm.

So, what does one in my position have to blog about? I'm not trying anything experimental, like polyphasic sleeping. I'm not really studying anything right now. I mean, my life right now revolves around my growing family and trying to keep the house clean after them. Not that they're really that messy. It's just one toddler and a fully grown man. Nothing like what my mother-in-law has to deal with. She's got a tween, three teenagers and two twenty-somethings living at her house, plus all the other people that are over there all the time, including ourselves. Give me another fifteen years. Then my house will really be as messy as I'll say it is.

I mean, when I was a young, highly opinionated college student I had plenty to say. I just didn't realize there was a medium for it at the time. And would I really have done it? Probably not. No, for me, it takes making a deal with my geeky husband (and I'm using the term "geeky" in the endearment sense) to get out of housework.

I love popping my back! It always feels so good when you can get a good crack out of it. I'm not going to be able to do it pretty soon, but then I'll be able to again. That last sentence reminds me of Luca the Octopus in A Shark's Tale when he says, "Hey boss! Lenny was wearing a disguise so we wouldn't recognize him, but now he's not wearing the disguise anymore, so we do recognize him!" Ugh! I've seen that movie way too many times. In fact, I just noticed the other day as I was in the kitchen that I was lip-synching the words to whichever movie was on at the time. I felt pretty embarrassed for myself. I bet you would too.

The other day I was in the car, and that song "Safety Dance" was on the radio. I started giggling to myself because I thought of Homer doing his version of it singing, "You can dance! You can dance! Everybody look at your pants!" So I decided to sing along using Homer's lyrics and thought it was kinda weird when it sounded like I just sang along with the actual words, so I had to wait until they sang the chorus again. And guess what? Those really are the lyrics! To think, this whole time I thought the Simpsons writers were being so clever with another Homerism. Nope, they really are just silly weird eighties lyrics. It doesn't make me love Homer any less though. I'm glad we named our old cat after him. Good ol' Homer. I miss that kitty.