I’m actually working on a legitimate post, which explains the recent flurry of crap, or as I like to call it “fluff”.

However before I put it out there, I’d like to thank all of you who tried to help locate my lost post about XBoy’s Dental Drama. I’m still feeling a bit gutted about that.

I don’t know what to say about Bloglines finally updating. I’m still promoting exporting your Blogline feeds to Reader.Google, which is really easy.

Some of you have noted the generic avatar assigned to your comments. My little monsters…While I personally think they are kinda cute, there is a way of personalizing your avatar without having a WordPress account. If you go here, to Gravatar, you can create a free account and assign an avatar to your email. Once you do that, whatever wordpress blog you comment on will have your own personalized avatar and not the mystery man, or quilt block or amoeba-like monster attached.

I’ve decided to have a postpartum baby shower, cooties be damned. Even I am left uninspired to purchase much for Murdock not knowing his or her sex. Apparently over 70% of expecting parents find out the sex of their child prior to birth, so guess who the manufacturers are appealing to? Not the less than 30% of us looking for “gender neutral” items. And while a majority of gestators find out, I find it ironic that whenever we admit we don’t know if Murdock is a boy or a girl, we are enthusiastically commended for making the “smart” choice in waiting. You and I both know that same person is saying to those who know, “Oh, that’s the way to go! It makes shopping so much easier!”

Of course these are the same people who say to me, “Someone wasn’t planning for the Summer heat, now were we?” I seriously attract Stupid. It’s got to be a reflection on me somehow.

Anyway, as I was saying about the shower, I had been working on a wish list/registry kind of thing which is now published as one of my pages. It’s also password-protected, but it’s the same password. I honest-to-god expect nothing. I actually started it to help me figure out what I needed and to compare prices, but since I’ve been asked…well, there it is. Trust me, nothing too exciting.

Cripes. Look what rambling can do to what was supposed to be a short post. Blech. Par for course since the post I’m working on is actually long. Enjoy brevity as I know it!


  1. Honestly, I’m surprised that the number who don’t know the sex pre-birth is as high as 30% or so. Because, of the people I know, inside and outside my computer, pretty much all of them chose to find out, even if they decided not to share the information with anyone else.

  2. Even if you find out the sex of your baby why would that have to mean you wouldn’t want to buy gender neutral things? I’m not a big pink/princesses for girls and blue/trucks for boys fan.

    Anyway, so glad you posted the wish list! I was just about to send you an email asking if you had registered somewhere.

  3. i will have to attend the baby shower via mail…
    i like my little monster, it has bunny ears! i couldnt have picked a better one myself. i dont think i will change it.

  4. i knew what i was having but refused to tell anyone before the birth because i didn’t want to end up with a boatload of pink frilly stuff. ‘course, plenty of pink showed up later…but still.

    why goog reader and not bloglines? i like bloglines.

  5. Oh how fun I found your blog after more than a year or so. LOL

    Oh and I’m a total Google Reader Fan! Congrats on being pregnant. I hope I’m shortly behind you. Going through my first IVF cycle.

  6. The shower sounds wonderful! I, on the other hand, am hand-making my gifts for you (with the exception of XBoy’s big brother gift, for which I will get input from P). This simply means that it may take quite a while after Murdock is born to get it finished. Now, if you’d found out the gender ahead of time, it wouldn’t take so long… We didn’t find out with P either. We had a friend make us a gift for P and he actually asked, at about 36 weeks, if we wouldn’t mind finding out the gender to tell him so that he could get started on it. He promised not to tell anyone else. What a prince.

    Stay strong!

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