My Tarot Card

My sister had a link on her blog, so I thought I would find out which tarot card it would pick for me. Here is the result:

You are The High Priestess

Science, Wisdom, Knowledge, Education.

The High Priestess is the card of knowledge, instinctual, supernatural, secret knowledge. She holds scrolls of arcane information that she might, or might not reveal to you. The moon crown on her head as well as the crescent by her foot indicates her willingness to illuminate what you otherwise might not see, reveal the secrets you need to know. The High Priestess is also associated with the moon however and can also indicate change or fluxuation, particularily when it comes to your moods.

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It's interesting that I am the High Priestess, since it is one of my favorite cards. However, I always found the High Priestess to be more otherworldly than I usually am.
If anyone out there follows the link above, let me know which card you are.

Entering the Home Stretch

With only four weeks to go until the "official" big day (in quotation marks because nobody ever has their baby on their due date), I thought I'd put up my list of the top five questions I've been asked about my pregancy. Here they are, in order of frequency:
1. When are you due? June 15
2. What are you having? A baby, I hope. I don't know the gender yet.
3. Are you going to breastfeed? Yes; in fact, I plan to exclusively breast-feed for the first six months, and then for as long as the baby wants. If you're a complete stranger (and yes, they have asked), it's none of your damn business.
4. Do you have any "weird cravings?" I eat a lot of ice cream, which I didn't eat very often before I got pregnant. Otherwise, no. BTW, I have yet to meet a woman who really ate pickles and ice cream during her pregnancy.
5. Do you feel any different? If you were carrying 20+ pounds, in a basketball-shaped lump on your abdomen, wouldn't you?
Funny that not many seem to ask about stuff like what's the worst pregnancy symptom you've had (heartburn, by far), or what was your favorite part of pregnancy (when I first felt the baby move). But just a few short weeks, I'll probably be able to post a list of top five questions I've been asked after the baby. Keep reading.

Bad Reality TV Night

SPOILER ALERT!
Okay, so I have a small (unnatural) addiction to reality TV, specifically "American Idol" and "America's Next Top Model." And tonight was a disappointing night for me.
Firstly was "Top Model." My favorite of the top three was Renee. Natasha seemed just weird (and did anyone else notice the tummy action going on? Methinks she stress-eats.), and Joslene was just this side of obnoxious. Renee by far had the best Cover Girl picture and ad. So why did she not make the top two? Because she looked too "old". Whatever.
Next was "Idol." I was absolutely convinced that Melinda was a shoo-in for the semifinals. In fact, I was positive that she would win (along with the rest of the world, I thought). Yet, she goes home tonight. The only reason I can think of is that she suffered from what I call the "too-good syndrome." It seems that every season, one of the best singers goes home way before their time. Last year it was Chris Daughtry (4th place), and the year before it was Bo Bice (2nd place). My theory is that the voters are so convinced that the frontrunner will move on that they don't vote for them, assuming that others will. It's the same idea that nobody will call the fire department when they see a fire, assuming that "someone else" will do it. Voters were so worried that Blake or Jordin would get the axe that they voted Melinda off.
So, this wasn't the best night for my shows. But I guess if the shows were always predictable they wouldn't be nearly as fun. It'll be interesting to see who wins "Idol" next week, because it's now anyone's game.

On Mat Leave, Baby!

So I'm off on maternity leave, and I'm lovin' it. In fact, the first thought I had when I woke up yesterday was "I don't have to work today!" I haven't done anything really exciting since I went off, but a bad day on leave is better than a good day at work, right?
The one task I did tackle was washing all the baby's clothes. It sounds silly, but the new clothes just looked so pretty, it seemed a shame to take the tags off and wash them. I was finally motivated to get them done though, when my step-daughter gave me a bunch of used baby clothes that NEEDED to be washed first. The first lesson of baby clothes: terry cloth sleepers look old fast. Thankfully, I didn't have very many, mostly because I think putting terry cloth on a baby in June is probably bordering on child abuse.
Anyway, I have a small tale of woe to share about my clothes-washing experience. One of the shirts I bought was just the cutest lil' shirt in the world. It's pale blue-grey and it's kimono style, with a snap on the inside to wrap and two at the bottom of the shirt. It also has an adorable ribbon to tie it up. I just couldn't wait to dress up my little one in this shirt. Then, just as I cut off the tags, I noticed one of them cautioned to check the snaps. I did a quick once over, thinking it's brand new, so the snaps are probably fine. So, imagine my disappointment to find that the fabric around one of the bottom snaps was torn! At best, I would maybe get the snap done up and apart a couple of times before it completely fell off.
I put the shirt aside with the tag, and thought that I would go exchange it at the store later this week. I was pretty sure I even had the receipt; in fact, I thought I should get the receipt ready for when I return it. I rummaged through my shoe box full of receipts, and found the right one. Oh, but what was printed at the bottom of the receipt? No exchanges after 30 days. I bought the shirt with a bunch of other stuff way back in February. Thus the second lesson of baby clothes: don't wait too long to wash the new stuff.
So, I kept the shirt, reasoning to myself that I can just leave that corner unsnapped, and the baby will probably outgrow it before the snap comes off anyway. But, even though it probably sounds silly, the shirt wasn't the same. It wasn't as special; and the whole thing put a bit of a damper on all the fun of playing with the new clothes. But at least it happened before I put the shirt on the baby, because knowing my hormones I probably would have cried.
Anyway, I finished washing the clothes and blankets with no further incident. And I can't wait to dress up my little one in all that cute stuff. My baby is gonna be better-dressed than me!