Oh, where to start. How about a smattering? None of the following items are in any chronological order.

1. Both Josh and I totally are over our asinine neighbors. Apparently multiple heated emails to our landlord are appropriate when we had the audacity to procreate and our devil spawn has the audacity to, you know, live. I am so over them it isn’t even funny. Poor Josh, he’s gotten some of the most, uh, colorful emails from me in my anger and frustration.
2. We spent almost four hours in the Children’s Hospital ER early Saturday morning because Matthew developed croup. Listening to your kid bark like a dog or a seal while he can hardly catch his breath is not my idea of fun. Neither is worrying about how much noise it’s causing (see #1) and then finding out that your worry was well placed because the asshole downstairs did indeed email the landlord. He is thabkfully doing a lot better - his pediatrician says to give him a spoonful of honey to help his cough. He doesn’t turn it down, that’s for sure.
3. Josh got me a sewing machine for my birthday (an early gift, my birthday is in mid-October) and wow, I totally love it. I am all thumbs and have torn things up and ripped out seams but it is fun.
4. On BART right now and the following is one of the most “conservative” conversations I have had in quite awhile. Teen girl: “There’s nothing wrong with being gay. I mean, I have lots of friends who are gay. But why stay in the closet? If you’re gay, come out. If you’re not, stay in.”
5. I am almost seven months pregnant and just now had the first person offer me a seat - out of guilt. I’d been sitting when a guy on crutches came on the train and stood there - no one sitting in the seats reserved for those with disabilities anknowledged him, so I got up. The girl I mentioned above took one look at my belly and sheepishly offered me her seat. I declined.
6. I am changing healthcare providers…seven months in. Long story short, I saw one of the two midwives the other day after a particularly bad headache. I took Advil for it, emailed my midwife, she asked me to come in for a blood pressure check. I did, and saw the other midwife, who spent most of the time we had (maybe 7 minutes?) lecturing me about how bad I was for taking Advil and how I hurt the baby’s heart, and then asked me if I took the glucose tolerance test, commonly administered during this point in pregnancy. I knew right then that she hadn’t even bothered to check my file before coming in. I told her I didn’t, because I already had diabetes, and she told me I should probably take it anyway to see how my body was tolerating it. Fuck that noise. And then she left as quickly as she came in.

   After thinking about it and steaming over it, I have decided that I didn’t even want to chance having this woman come within 50 feet of my body while giving birth. The hospital where I’ve been going has 3 midwives - 2 of whom are the ones in my office, and another guy in another office - yep, a guy midwife. So I did some research today and am having my medical records faxed over to UCSF, which has a huge midwife staff and is considered fairly low intervention, which is what I am aiming for. Once those records are faxed over, I’ll set up an appointment and hopefully find a midwife there who will not treat me like a sack of shit or like an ignorant sack of shit.

7. Matthew has been doing fairly well in his big boy bed, although tonight he was clearly pissed about something and so slapped my face (ugh) and put his hand over my mouth and told me “shh”. His teenage years are going to be a JOY. He’s also randomly saying Joe Biden, which is hilarious - at least someone’s talking about him.
8. Speaking of politics, I am utterly sick of Sarah Palin and her running mate, John McCain. I feel like this entire election is one gigantic clusterfuck of a reality tv show and it is sickening. It really ticks me off - regardless of who is in office, is it really too much to ask for people who are intelligent, respectful, and people who really would put “country first”? Apparently it is, McCain. Country first, my ass.

I think that’s about it.