The Wrong George

When I was putting Lucas in his car seat this afternoon, he had a strange request for me.

"Mama, will you play that George Bush song?"

"Huh?" I asked, racking my brain and not recalling any song that I played him about or by our former president.

"Do you really want to hurt me," he sang.

"Oh... you want to hear Boy George not George Bush." I was cracking up by now.

We listened to my Wedding Singer soundtrack on the way home and then showed him a video of Boy George tonight. And the song is still stuck in my head.

"Do you really want to make me cry?"

History

This morning on the way to and from dropping Lucas off at school, the inauguration was playing on the radio. I actually cried as I heard Obama being sworn into office (yes, I am so hormonal and weep at the drop of a hat when pregnant). It wasn't because I was so happy or even sad about the event, but just that I couldn't believe that I was "witnessing" such a historical happening. Finally, a black president after 43 white ones! Pretty cool.

Anyway, I turned the TV on when we got home and Emily and I watched the rest of President Obama's speech. After a few minutes of patiently putting up with a "boring," non-kids show, she asked me to turn it off and turn on Mickey Mouse instead. Sheesh, two year old's have no attention span for history. If only it had been a cartoon.

Pessimisim

I saw a headline in the Sacramento Bee the other day that read:

"Folsom Lake is Half Empty."

What a negative attitude I thought. The news is always so depressing.

Living Large

This is me and the growing baby belly taken a few days ago. I am 21 weeks pregnant or a little over halfway there. By the size of the ball I am carrying (and the fact that I am outgrowing my size small maternity clothes), I am truly living large. Starting to feel a bit gross, too, unfortunately. Darn the stigma that we women need to always be thin to be pretty. It's hard to lose that mentality that is drilled in us even when pregnant. Don't worry, I am absolutely not starving myself (I like food too much for that), just am not feeling super good about how I look with this freakish belly that is only halfway as big as it will get.

Friday morning is my ultrasound where we hope to find out the baby's gender this time.