I have made a horrible mistake. You see, when we were planning the baby shower I had last weekend, my sister-in-law (who hosted the shower) asked whether I wanted it to be all women or co-ed. I opted for all women. I see now that this was a grave error, as if I had made it co-ed I could have forced Chris to write half the thank you notes.
You now know what I will be doing for the rest of the day.
However, in the name of procrastination, I had to stop by to brag that on Saturday we had lunch live and in person with Bad Penguin. And you didn't, so there. It was lovely, of course, and a good time was had by all, at least I think so. The first thing Chris said to me when we parted company was "I hope we aren't lame." In my opinion, lame would be an improvement over huge raging dorks, which is what we really are, but he was concerned about it.
And also, it is time again for a picture of the small planet that is currently passing for my belly. The last time I posted a belly picture, I got teased a bit for always wearing the same clothes for the pictures and for the sad state of fading displayed by my much-loved and oft-washed yoga pants. To avoid more teasing this time, I decided to wear a different pair of pants (I have to wear the same shirt for comparison purposes, you see). Just to be obnoxious, I chose my regular old pre-pregnancy jeans which I can not only still button, but can also button and sit down (although I admit I would not care to do so for long). So, you know, neener neener, or something.
Now, go blow stuff up.