Various and sundry

• Booby is on a business trip in Atlantic City and is staying at the Borgata tonight. It makes me nostalgic for all the ridiculous, yet very fun, business trips I took to Vegas back in the day. I kind of wish I were there to play video poker and drink vodka (not that I even could do that in my present condition). Oh, and eat in Wolfgang Puck's restaurant, where my friend Ris cooks. But instead, I'll settle for eating a fuss-free meal (salad and leftover potatoes) and having the teensy, double bed all to myself (along with the three cats, who are certain to all cluster on it with me). Small pleasures.

• Every night, between 7 - 9 p.m., my bra starts driving me nuts, I think because my belly is sitting so high up. Even buying another round of larger, better-fitting bras hasn't helped. So now there's a small pile of bras on the hope chest in the living room, where I toss 'em after I do the shoot-bra-out-the-shirtsleeve trick. HIM the cat has been sleeping on top of them.
  

• I was just getting into prenatal yoga when last week there was a snowstorm and everything was closed. Then, this week, I have had a cold for about a week and am doing all kinds of attractive sniffling, throat-clearing and snot-hawking. Hott! Hopefully next week I'll get back on track, since I paid for 5 classes and have attended only 2 as of press time.

• I had a job interview on Tuesday. What sort of crazy person applies for a job when she's 33 weeks pregnant? Me! It's only a part time position with a concentration on evenings/weekends (i.e. perfect for post-partum, husband fill-in time), and they didn't seem too freaked out by the fact I'm pregnant. I'm supposed to hear back by early next week, and then I'll be able to tell you more, once the potential for jinxing has passed. If I get the job, it would be perfect for me, both from a time perspective and as far as being something I am well-suited to.

• This post is making me realize my life is incredibly dull. Sigh.
  

• My midwife told me I should "eat more chips, or something," and I decided to take her advice to heart. I've been eating cookies, goat cheese (pasteurized, natch), TONS of ice cream (Booby brought home 4 pints of Ben & Jerry's on Valentine's Day; we have 1/3 pint left), chocolate chiffon cake my mother made, Utz salt & pepper chips ... let's just say I've been over-indulgent. My only attempt at control is to eat a piece of fruit before moving on to something fattening to chomp on, but it seems my stomach has plenty of room for junk food AND healthy stuff. Strange, since there seems to be very little room for other organs like, say, my lungs, which I consider slightly more important.

And, in conclusion:

• Still no stretch marks! I don't know whether to thank JASON Naturals cocoa butter or my own genetics, which for once have come through with something positive rather than the usual migraines/post-menopausal depression/cancer/et cetera. On the minus side, the heartburn is back, kept at bay with papaya tablets and CVS brand Mylanta (mmmm, cherries and chalk, two great tastes that taste great together. Or not.).