feldman

Apparently I am indeed considered 6 weeks and 3 days along as of today--despite the fact the kid sparked about four weeks ago, give or take. Which means I start seeing the midwife in a couple weeks, likely right before x-mas.

Due dates are slippery things, so I'm thinking in terms of the zodiac. The zodiac has good personality archetypes, but the birth date correlation is bogus--as a means of giving a general idea of due date I find the imprecision very pleasing. Something like 3% of folks give birth on the given due date, but I'll bet if you consider zodiacal periods you'd get the majority of the bell curve right on target.

So the kid's due sometime in the middle of Cancer (July 21st to August 11th), though if it goes longer, early Leo is a definite possibility.

Which confirms what I told FeldMom the other day when she showed me a pattern for a knitted baby hat and suggested the kid could wear it home from the birth center. "We're talking dog days of summer, mom. That would be cruel." I assured her it was darling, and the kid would wear it that coming winter.

*pauses to seize with squeeing over the idea of LITTLE! NOGGIN!*

Okay, I'm back. And to show you that at least I'm not alone in my occasional lapses into Ren Hoek-like fits of affection for something that, currently, looks more like a sea monkey than anything you'd let even sit on good couch, Mr. F dreamt about the kid the other night.

ME: Boy or girl? Just curious.
MR. F: I don't know, babies all look the same to me, I can never tell. But this one was *ours*, and hence far more interesting than the average.

We're finally even, him and I. When we were first dating I woke up in a cold sweat having dreamt of a little girl holding my hand who looked kind of like him. That's when I realized I was in trouble, that he wasn't just something fun to do for a while. Bwahahahaha! Take that! Your subconscious bows to my meme!

I need sleep. I need more than my own sleep, I need your sleep. Not all of it, just a small portion. If half of my flist tithed just one hit of the snooze, that'd be almost seven more hours of sleep. That could tide me over until Thursday, easily.

In other news,

thassalia and I are not writing "Bones" fic. More specifically, we're not writing cracktastic "Bones" fic with blatant sexual themes and anthropological in-jokes. At least, that's what Thea says. I'm considering sweetening the offer with beads, yams and an 8x11 beefcake shot of Milford Wolpoff.