I think the baby cat is out of the bag

We have learned an interesting fact the last few weeks. People (including nurses and doctors) don't ask you if you have told your older child what is going on with mommy. This strikes me as strange, since especially this early, bad things can happen and if they do, maybe a three year old would be better off being totally in the dark about the whole thing. I'm really not uptight about it (given my nature), it just strikes me odd that even when I was like 5 weeks along a nurse would say to Scout, "So, do you want a little brother or a little sister?" Scout answered -for the record she said sister- but she kind of shrugged off the question like, "why did this lady ask me that?" Rob and I don't talk about it in front of her at home, but she is certainly picking up a lot of this talk on the street!
On our appointment on Thurs. when the doctor was looking for the heart beat, he asked Scout about the baby in mommy's tummy. He asked her if she knew there was one, she played it cool and said yes (by now, she has probably picked up enough to have it figured out). -Well, as well as a 3 year old can work things out in her head. Here is a conversation we had yesterday:

I was on the computer in the office and Scout walks in:
Scout: Mom? Is there a baby in your tummy?
Me: (a little cagey) Maybe
Scout: (with a look of concern mingled with a hint of disgust) I think you'd better spit it out.

This morning's conversation:
She comes in and crawls into bed with me with a little bear beanie baby wrapped up in kiki

Scout: (looking at the bottle of prenatal vitamins on my nightstand) You better take your medicine.

Me: I took it last night, I don't need anymore right now.
Scout: But you need to take it so the baby goes away
Me: I don't want the baby to go away
Scout: Why?
Me: Because the baby is going to grow for a while and then it's going to be your little brother or sister
Scout: Oh. (then lost interest and went back to caring for her baby bear)

I am just going to let her ask questions at her leisure and see what happens. I know she is dying for a brother or a sister. She just obviously doesn't quite get it, but is on her way. For now, I am enjoying her questions and can't wait for the next one. I'm surprised she linked the vitamins to "baby medicine", that's pretty good. Now, we just need to get her to understand it's not something akin to a cold or flu (although that could take as long as 20 years).

Update on the babes

I had a doctor's appointment today and we heard a strong little heatbeat. The doctor actually said, "that is music to my ears". I guess he is as nervous about this pregnancy as we are. It took a while to find it, so I think he was relieved to hear it, I think he was about to break out the ultrasound. Rob and I were talking about it while walking to the car, how nerve wracking it is these days while waiting for that sound. Once upon a time it wasn't, but well -you all know. I am feeling great these days, a few days ago I was having the worst week of my pregnancy with the ickiness, but I reinstated the practice I did with Scout's where you take half a unisom and a B-6 at bedtime and another B-6 in the morning and ever since I have felt really good. I am a firm believer in that little tonic, it doesn't work for everyone, but I think it really does something for me.
If you noticed, I changed my little pregnancy ticker to a less creepy one (I hope!) and while doing, decided I might as well change my duedate to what my doctor told me at the last appointment, which is 10 days later then expected, so I am officially at 9/19. I am realizing right now that I didn't share my ultrasound after the fact. So, I had one a month ago and there was a baby and it had a heartbeat. Notice I said "A baby" not two babies (cue me wiping the sweat off my brow). Anyway, the baby measured 10 days smaller then projected so my date got changed. I did not want to accept that for a long time, so I tried to ignore it, but I might as well resign myself now with the less cool due date and kiss 9-9-09 goodbye.
So anyway, in two appointments I will be having another ultrasound and hopefully finding out if we will be having a little George or a (we don't know what the heck we would call) another little girl. According to Nancy Drew, girls can be named George too, but I'm not sold on doing that myself. Oh and if you're keeping track, I have gained 5 pounds to date, but it feels like a lot more as I am having trouble fitting into pants.

A Grudging Entry in the Journal of Funnies

Rob and I are standing in the kitchen and Scout comes in

Scout: Mom! Daddy is the king, and I am the Princess.
Me: So I'm the Queen?
Scout: No. You are the cow.

(Props to Rob for not laughing too hard and insisting to Scout that I was the Queen)

Fro Bagg on the big screen (Ok, my laptop)

All has been pretty quiet on the nerd war front. Sue lost book 4 behind her bookcase (she has since found it again and probably started it over for at least the 3rd time). I decided after finishing the first two books I would watch the movies to get a better handle on things and perhaps be able to visualize things in "Middle Earth" a bit better. What does that mean? Is it supposed to be in some untapped area of the planet? Just wondering. This took a large amount of time mostly because I decided to just rent them from the library instead of using my Netflix account. That meant I had to wait an extraordinary amount of time on a waiting list, which didn't make sense since I was able to renew them 3 times each. (Yes, that's right, I didn't jump on them the second I got them.) They are really long!
If you will remember, I watched the first movie in the theater and was prepared to like it since I saw imagery from the movie earlier and found it stunning. It didn't work like that. For me, the imagery was not enough to pierce through the severe bordem that I was feeling. I believe B's favorite part about this story is my clapping when I saw the first credit roll (I clapped because I was so happy it was finally over). Anyway before starting the books last fall, the only thing I could recollect from the movie was two little flashes. Hobbits in little cave things with little round windows and doors and a ring being thrown in a fire, and also I remembered Gandolf falling down some cave hole. THAT IS IT. I thought reading the book might jog my memory a little. Nothing doing. Then I thought for sure watching the movie again would have to jog something out. Nothing. I swear not one thing besides those few things I said looked familiar at all. I was mostly surprised that Sean Austin didn't make a bigger impression on me what with my Encino Man roots. Ok, that was just a weird little side note I thought I would share. Turns out, when you know the story -and perhaps get to watch the movie in your dunglees- the movie is pretty good. I alotted 3 different nights to break the movie up into one hour segments and ended up watching half in the afternoon, and the other half that same night. That is a pretty good compliment. I watching wilst sorting cds in the afternoon and watched the rest in the wee hours of the night (Emily's dinner and a movie, if you are my facebook friend- you know what that means). Rivendell and it's "elven council" wasn't as boring this time around, that was good. Anyway it was nice to watch it and get some visuals and brush up on my plot points. I didn't like getting a visual on hobbit feet. Hobbit feet creep me out.
It took me another month to get around to the 2nd movie. I came away from that movie with a better appreciation of the men on quests doing stuff. They aren't nearly as boring to watch as to read, and wars are MUCH better to watch then to read. There really is no comparison.
The best part about the second movie was the ent's feet. I liked their feet. A lot. So, I am glad I watched them, I feel better armored to start the 3rd and final book. It is on my nightstand as we speak, lets see how long it takes me to pick it up.
Sue and Amy- it's time to declare. Get reading Sue, I am on the home stretch.

Bean's Dreams

In the middle of the night, oh I'd say about 4 times a week, I am called into Scout's room by a sobbing child. She tells me what her dream was about and I rub her back, give her kisses and tell her it was just a dream. This doesn't take long, in minutes I am back in my own warm bed -usually horrified about how mean I am in my daughter's dreams!!!!

Here are some recent examples:

-mommy ate my popsicle

-mommy got Wowee and Kiki all wet

-I left her downstairs alone (she is scared of downstairs)

-She was in my tummy (I kid you not, this dream occurred 2 or 3 days after I had found out I was pregnant -Scout hasn't been told yet. Another Psychic Scout example?)

-She couldn't find me anywhere and she loves me so much! Her exact words. Break my heart.

What is the deal? How come daddy never eats her popsicles in dreamland???

Thom Yorke, Master Lyricist

Since a certain percentage of this blog is devoted to my favorite band on earth, I thought it was time for another post about them. What has been on the Radiohead part of my mind lately is how amazing their lyrics can be. This can all be credited to Thom, as he writes them all (the only exception I have been made aware of is "The Tourist" written entirely by Jonny Greenwood) -good song, but will not be part of this post today. I am going to pick out a few songs that have caught my attention as being particularly good lyricly, display their lyrics, and hopefully I'll have the song if you would like to listen to it too, since the music adds to the atmosphere of the lyrics and makes them richer. I am aware that some of you could probably care less, but I think some people that read this blog may have some interest at least. If not, well, skip it I GUESS, but perhaps some of you are curious as to why this group has captivated me so completely, and if you know Emily, you should know Radiohead. I think I will make this a series, with a new topic every time.

True Love Waits

from the album I Might Be Wrong (A Live album)

I'll drown my beliefs
To have you be in peace
I'll dress like your niece
To wash your swollen feet

Just don't leave
Don't leave

I'm not living
I'm just killing time
Your tiny hands
Your crazy kitten smile

Just don't leave
Don't leave

And true love waits
In haunted attics
And true love lives
On lollipops and crisps

Just don't leave
Don't leave

Just don't leave
Don't leave

Like Spinning Plates
from the album Amnesiac

While you make pretty speeches,
I'm being cut to shreds.
You feed me to the lions,
a delicate balance

When this just feels like spinning plates.
I'm living in cloud cuckoo land.
And this just feels like spinning plates
Our bodies floating down the muddy river.

I added two versions of this song, because they are drastically different. The first is the studio version, where they used a lot of artistic license you could say, the song sounds like he recorded the lyrics backwards and replayed it. I KNOW the music is backwards, it is really cool and different, but the second version is how they play it live and I think it actually is beauty incarnate (plus the second version, you can actually hear what he is singing).

Scatterbrain
from the album Hail to the Thief

I'm walking out in a force ten gale.
birds thrown around, bullets for hail.
the roof is pulling off by its fingernails.
your voice is rapping on my window sill

yesterday's headlines blown by the wind.
yesterday's people end up scatterbrain.
then any fool can easy pick a hole. (I only wish I could fall in)
a moving target in a firing range.

somewhere I'm not
scatterbrain.
somewhere I'm not
scatterbrain.
lightning fuse
powercut.
scatterbrain

I find this song to be their most blatantly poetic song

Paranoid Android
from the album OK Computer

Please could you stop the noise, I'm trying to get some rest
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but not an android)

When I am king, you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)
What's that...? (I may be paranoid, but no android)

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking and squealing Gucci little piggy
You don't remember
You don't remember
Why don't you remember my name?
Off with his head, man
Off with his head, man
Why don't you remember my name?
I guess he does....

Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me
From a great height
From a great height... height...
Rain down, rain down
Come on rain down on me

That's it, sir
You're leaving
The crackle of pigskin
The dust and the screaming
The yuppies networking
The panic, the vomit
The panic, the vomit
God loves his children, God loves his children, yeah!

I have long hailed this song as being a masterpiece in lyrics. It's a masterpiece in many other ways too, but this post is about lyrics and I couldn't write it without adding this one.

*****Update*****
I cut out one song in my final cut and have regretted it all day.
Therefore I am adding it now.

Let Down
from the album OK Computer

Transport, motorways and tramlines,
starting and then stopping,
taking off and landing,
the emptiest of feelings,
disappointed people, clinging on to bottles,
and when it comes it's so, so, disappointing.

Let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Shell smashed, juices flowing
wings twitch, legs are going,
don't get sentimental, it always ends up drivel.
One day, I'm gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction,
hysterical and useless
hysterical and

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

Let down,
Let down,
Let down.

You know, you know where you are with,
you know where you are with,
floor collapsing, falling, bouncing back
and one day, I'm gonna grow wings,
a chemical reaction,
hysterical and useless
hysterical and

let down and hanging around,
crushed like a bug in the ground.
Let down and hanging around.

I just love the feeling of this song and the boredom that is portrayed
with commuting day after day, and I do also love the references to the squished bug feelings.

Well, there are a few examples (painfully few, it was really hard to
narrow down, as the amount of amazing lyrics this man has written
is never ending) but I tried to limit myself.