I haven't the foggiest...

The lower mainland has been swamped with fog for about a week now. It's really spooky and I love it. It's a right pain in the arse when you are trying to see anything more than 2 feet in front of you, but it looks cool.

Went to the Doctor's again the other day and everything is going really well. The baby is facing downwards, I suppose he's getting ready for his grand exit! His butt, of course this is very important information that you'll all want to know, is around the region of my bunt, or belly button for those of you who don't speak Bell!

I guess because Graham and I have created another human, he decided it was okay to remove a little piece of himself 'cause there's always more on the way. Wonder what I'm on about? Graham was kindly making butternut squash and tomato soup when he decided the squash needed to be cubed just a little bit more (see where I'm going yet?). Along with the squash went the end of his left thumb! Being the trooper that he is, he continued making the soup when he got home from the hospital!

Admittedly, I found it very difficult to feel comfortable eating the 'thumb' soup even though I knew full well there was no thumb in it. My co-worker/friend John told me I was being an ingrate and I should suck it up and eat the soup that my husband lost his thumb tip for...I concurred. In actual fact, if there was any thumb in it at all, it was quite delicious.

The loss of the thumb tip brought up an interesting, but possibly dark, conversation between Graham and I. See, our dog Peanut was apparently eye-balling Graham's bloodied thumb. We wondered if Graham had fed the dog the thumb tip, would she have eaten it? Both of us agreed whole-heartedly that she wouldn't have given it a thought and it would've been devoured in a second. The deeper and darker thought you ask? Would she have stopped at the thumb tip, or would she sneak around trying to eat bits of us while we were hove off on the sofa? Just a little something for you to think about.

For those of you who have requested pregnant photos of me, I promise to try and have something up on the blog this weekend.

In case you're curious as to how many days are left until the due date, it's 70 (if you are in Canada)!

December 30th will be my last day at work until I complete my maternity leave. It's a bit early to leave, but our company is moving buildings, my work partner (and best friend) will be on holidays and it's the start of RRSP season. Hmmm, stay home and relax, or join in all the chaos at 9 months preggers; my choice is clear.

I think it will be really strange not working, but that's because the concept of it is foreign to me right now. I'm a bit afraid to stay home and take care of the family and house. I've never been the most domestic of women (Mom don't laugh!) and the idea of that being my primary task is, well, frightening. I have been practising my cooking for the past wee while because I don't want my poor kid to wish for a Mom that is a good cook. When I think about the number of times I have said, "I love my Mom's homemade __________" it pushed me towards figuring out how to cook better than I have been. I don't want everything coming out of a box, or being heated in the nuker.

As an aside, part of my New Year's plan is to actually start an address book for family and friends because I am totally crap at knowing who's having a birthday or anniversary, or if I do know, I don't know where to send the card! If you would be so kind as to e-mail me your birthday, anniversary (if applicable), address and phone number, I would be very happy...and so will you because then you'll get one extra card!

- Allison