2009 Muscial Sundays

I am a nerd. Now that it is out there in the open I am not ashamed to admit that I like musicals. They are often cheesy, drag on a bit, and don't mesh well with reality, (at least I have yet to see someone break out into song and a perfectly choreographed dance in the middle of the day, but maybe I am spending my time in all the wrong places?) but I like them nonetheless. Somehow I decided that in 2009 Mark and I were going to have musical Sundays and watch a different musical every Sunday night. So far- Sound of Music, Fiddler on the Roof, Newsies. (If you are counting I was out of town a week) Mark is anxiously waiting for Grease and I think we have to do Mama Mia this Sunday, but I think to stay true to the theme we have to do some of the classics too. Any suggestions on favorites/want to let us borrow? If you want join the nerd, feel free to tune in any Sunday night for a new favorite...


(you should look carefully at the main kid in Newsies- you might recognize him from the Dark Knight!)

What's in a name?

Lately I have been stressing about finding the name for this little babe. Mark doesn't seem concerned since he keeps shooting down all the names I bring to the table... I am starting to worry that she might get stuck as Blueberry for the rest of her life! Ahhh! Everyone says picking the name is the fun part, but until we have some stellar ideas I am just stressing about it! I dream of names and then when I wake up I wonder what the heck my sleeping mind was thinking!

Some people are so much braver than me..

So I have decided that there are either some brave people out there or others are just more confident in themselves than I am. Strangers have been asking me when I am due and what I am having and all kinds of other pregnancy-related questions for a while now. The first time a stranger asked me when I was due I was so taken off guard that I just kind of stared at her for a second. She then followed up the silence by adding that she figured I was pregnant anyway because I am thin everywhere else. While it was a nice compliment, I thought it was still a risky comment- I mean, what if I just have a disproportionate fat roll? What if I had a strange growth? What if my outfit was just that unflattering? I was very tempted to respond that it was a tumor that the doctor was trying to figure out how to remove. That would have been a good reaction to watch... but it didn't mess with her after all.

I wonder how many people have mistakenly asked a non-pregnant woman about her expectant state...yikes.