Monday you can fall apart

I got so caught up in The Sickness over here that I completely forgot to thank you for your reading suggestions. I am nearly done with the last Harry Potter book, so I'll be returning to those comments fairly soon. People are always telling me I should read this book or that book, but they're nearly always of the Heavy Topic variety or trying to get me to learn some Lesson or whatever, and the truth is that my favorite books in the world are about a teenager named Anastasia Krupnik.

There. You've been warned. You'll find no Literary Atmosphere on this website.

When I wasn't reading Harry Potter (it is amazing how much of that book I didn't remember) I was setting up a Facebook profile. I KNOW. I am not quite sure what Facebook is FOR, but now I've joined the club and you people better friend me so I don't feel so lonely. I saw how many of you are Facebookers because Facebook stole my email address book and TOLD ME SO. But of course I am too embarrassed to friend YOU. Because what then? What comes next? I just haven't figured out this social networking thing.

Oh, and then there is the whole matter of putting personal information on Facebook, because anyone can find it and what if I add my URL too and then EVERYONE WILL KNOW WHO I AM. I mean, I'm okay if YOU know who I am, but you're in, like, VERMONT and chances are you didn't go to my high school or work with me. I can't decide if I want to be found. I don't know if I'm going to post my highly Google-able maiden name or my school information or anything that will make it easier for the Past to find me. That assumes, of course, that the Past is looking and I rather doubt that.

BUT ANYWAY. What was my point? Oh yes. Facebook. I'm on there. Ta da.

In other news, I have my first OB appointment today. I'm nervous. Sort of. Most of me is very nonchalant about this stuff. A teeny weeny part of me is always scared something is wrong. With Jack I was scared because I'd read the entire internet and knew full well that not everyone ends up with a healthy baby after nine months- do you know how much can go wrong? It is a freaking miracle that babies are born in the first place! But with this baby, I haven't really had time to obsess over all the potential horrors. With this baby I have occasional flashes of "Gee, I didn't do THAT right". Like, I don't think I told you how much ibuprofen I consumed when this second baby was just a mass of cells. Before Christmas I hurt my back and right around Christmas I hurt my neck. I was in awful pain Christmas Eve and could barely turn my head. I was swallowing Advil like candy for at least two weeks (and it IS sugar-coated, mmm!) and you know what you are not supposed to take when you are pregnant? ADVIL. Also, there was a holiday called New Year's Eve where I believe I drank at least one entire bottle of wine in one sitting. And that's not counting all the wine I drank during the holidays leading up to that one, making up as I was for last year when I was pregnant and therefore not allowed to partake of my beloved fermented grape product.

I mean, I will be surprised if this child DOESN'T have three eyes.

I know I know I KNOW, people do all sorts of things when they don't know they're pregnant yet, blah blah blah. And it's not like I'm sitting around wringing my hands about this stuff. But I do think about it. And I wish I hadn't consumed all that stuff.

Oh, and then there is the part where I spend way less time thinking about this baby than I did about the first one and OH THE GUILT and guilt=I deserve something rotten to happen and... see why I'm not big on being discovered via Facebook? I AM KRAZY.

Also? I never remember to take my prenatal vitamin. To Azkaban with me!

And? AND? Guess who has a sore throat TODAY? If Phillip took my cold, made it 50x worse and GAVE IT BACK TO ME I am going to KILL HIM.

Comments

[Lindsay]

I LOVED the Anastasia books. I read every one of them when I was younger. I am glad that someone else read them. Every time I get nostalgic and bring them up, everyone stares at me; they never have any idea what I'm talking about. People think I made the books up.

I'm the same way and too embarrassed to friend people. Also, I've friended approximately 5% of the people I am actually friends with on Facebook, so consider yourself special.

[Jenny Ryan]

I LOVE Facebook, even if it is the gateway to The World's Most Addictive Game, Text Twirl. I hope you're ready to be found, because I just "friended" you :)

[ashley]

FACEBOOK!!

Love it. :)

But I so totally don't have my blog address linked to Facebook. I don't want lots of people I KNOW reading it.

[Angela]

Oh my gracious, I had totally forgotten about the Anastasia books!!

And I'm kind of impressed with myself for finding you on facebook so quickly. I had no idea you had been so recently sucked in to the glorious cyberstalking masquerading as "social networking".

[Jen]

Anastasia is AWESOME! Have you read the Sam books? All About Sam is fantastic. (I read it last week.) It references a lot of the stuff from the Anastasia books, but from Sam's point of view.

[Renae]

Ooh - friend me! I'll try to find you - how do I find you? Do I sound crazy? I swear I'm not!

[blog nerd]

oooh do i get to take credit for doing the sucking? into facebook, that is.

[Maureen]

Anastasia rocks. Also, for the record, the Discworld books I recommended are not at all heavy. They are funny. Funny!

Also also, tell me how Facebook goes. I am debating and debating and debating.

[Mary Catherine]

Oooh ooh! Friend me! Friend me!

That is, if it's not *weird* to friend someone who's only commented on your blog twice or so.