Thursday, September 2, 2010 at 6:37PM As of today, the kid is set to debut in 16 days. If you need me I’ll be crouched down behind the couch silently screaming while simultaneously passed out. And at work for another 12 days. You say crazy, I say…….yeah, pretty much crazed.
Sunday, August 29, 2010 at 3:37PM 
Two eggs in a basket with cheese in between. Maybe Elvis was pregnant.
Friday, August 20, 2010 at 8:22AM Monday night we went on a tour of the Hospital where the bubs will be born. Us and 80 other expectant couples. Not that I thought we were special, but evidently September is crazy busy for the maternity ward because of all the Christmas, New Years and Valentines Day coital celebrations. I thought I was overly judgy of regular girls. But pregnant girls – I ripped them to bloody shreds in my head. But only the ones that still had visible collarbones, toned arms and cute outfits. AKA all of them. There should be a sign at the Vancouver city limits stating in large print: All dumpy pregnant women head back to the suburbs. There is no place for you here.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010 at 7:28PM I could bottle the sweat coming off my neck, under my belly and off my butt - it's really that bad. Kinda makes sitting down and writing as appealing as reorganizing the apartment all weekend to find we still really don't have enough room for another member of this family. Oh wait, we did that. And it sucked. And my feet and ankles are plump and tingling. Thanks August for saving the best for last!
Seriously though, new post with lots to tell by Thursday.
In the meantime, looky here at my last R2AK column where I count down my Top 5 Concerts.
Thursday, August 5, 2010 at 6:14PM So, August. The month dawned with mixed emotions. Nuv went on a four day road trip which left me minute by minute either: A) devastated and unable to listen to any music that had a hint of a melancholy note, otherwise I would end up sobbing in the handicapped bathroom at work, envisioning the funeral arrangements I had to plan because he was surely laying in a ditch somewhere, the flaming wreckage of the car and his friends spread out in a Rorschach pattern of blood and fuel all over the Idaho tarmac.