Has a nice ring to it. I’m sure you didn’t think that the PA lottery was as interesting as all that. Somehow this idea got past them and into the real world.
While these 5 people dressed up as fingers danced around in front of a store trying to sell lotto tix… did they not see that they all looked like a bunch of penises?
It was worth the laugh when I saw the pic… I hope they didn’t invest too much $ in this *new* mascot!
For a pic and to read about it:
Dancing Penises
It’s official. It took them 8 years but I finally have a diagnosis! The best part is maybe I can get some treatment. Turns out I have Polycystic Ovarian Syndrome (PCOS). Basically it’s the reason for the excess weight, irregular periods, problems conceiving, etc.
So what was the first treatment I tried, good ol’ birth control. What did my body think of this grand idea to set it straight? Mutiny! I became a walking talking contradiction. Sure things were regulated but I felt worse than ever. So I gave it a good 3 month try and then stopped.
I’m looking hopeful towards getting on Metformin (a drug to help regulate blood sugar) as those with PCOS has insulin resistance. Hopefully this will be more helpful than the BC was.
Ok, so my hubby is a self-proclaimed Geekdad, although I doubt anyone would really argue with him on this. We were talking via IM today, as usual, and I’ve just realized that I am a Geekmom and a Geekwife. I was the one who came up with the idea of naming our daughter “Ily” after the acronym for “I love you” on IM. Of course this was after arguing that just because some celebrity named their daughter Apple didn’t mean we had to. And of course Paul found out we were preggers via IM.
So here we are the little Geekfamily. Tall Geekdad “Applehat”, with his wife “Mrs. Applehat”, living in our little geekhouse, with our little geekbaby “Baby applehat”. Driving our little geekcars “Flo” and “Six”. Running around town in our Black Buddy Scooter “Jayne” or “V” depending on which geekoccupant you ask. Playing with our big geekdog “Midas”…even our geekcat “Ginko” is a regular on icanhascheezburger.com. *sigh*
So while I don’t watch Nova or read Scientific American to our daughter… I am a geekmom who embraces how different our family is from the norm.
Ily will be 5 months old this week and I’m wondering where the time has gone so quickly. Somehow a child can slow and speed up time all at once and you look at them with awe and wonder how they could have come so far and grown so fast in such little time. I feel as if years have passed and my little girl, who only 5 months ago was inside my belly is now babbling, sitting on her own, reaching for me, standing up, eating cereal and laughing. I’m in shock and I know that 5 more months from now I’ll be wondering where that little girl who couldn’t talk yet went to… I remind myself that she’ll always be my baby and I will always lovingly be her momma.
As I sit here tonight at the kitchen table crossing off the things on my to-do list; bills, food put away, dishes done, Coke codes entered, I suddenly hear the giggles of my little girl coming through the monitor. I’m momentarily torn away from #5,#6, and #7 on my list and pause to listen to my husband, unaware I can hear him, blowing raspberries on our daughter’s feet as she laughs up a storm. There is nothing more perfect than these moments when all the pieces fit into their slots, and the house is still, save for the laughter of it’s occupants.
We have 6-7 more weeks to go… which is roughly 55 more days! Today, atleast I have gotten dressed, brushed my hair and I showered. Which is a major improvement on yesterday. I did not however, put makeup or shoes on.
Being barefoot in pregnancy is a necessity at the end. Shoes are constricting against your still growing feet (most women go up a 1/2-whole size!) not to mention the painful bloating in your feet and ankles (also known as cankles).
Thank heaven for flip-flops, otherwise known as jandal, zorrie, japonki, chappel, infradito, tongs, ma pata pata, makambos… any way you say it, it spells relief for preggos.
I can’t wait to have my body back under my control… baby didnt like that much, I got two thumps on my belly button! *Sigh*
Hooray! We’ve reached the third trimester! Let me be possibly the first woman to admit that pregnancy is NOT amazing, wonderful, full of bliss and enjoyable. That’s right. I said it… the word is out. I don’t think it will really lead to the destruction of the human race like we all thought… 
I’m not saying that pregnancy is without it’s positives… but let me tell ya… those positives come when your little bugger is finally completely on the outside. Apparently I will forget all the puking, heartburn, constipation, pain, incontinence, bloated painful feet, not being able to touch my toes, stretch marks, mood swings, crying for no reason, animal-like hunger, inability to work a normal work day, inability to go 30 minutes without peeing or eating, awkward belly, waddling, exhaustion, lack of sleep, getting up 4-5 times to pee in the middle of the night, memory problems, clumsiness, gas, breathlessness, nausea, bloated hands, growing leaking boobs, extreme back pain, hips popping out in the middle of the night, leg cramps, not to mention that baby has to come out of where?!?!… I know there are more… but because of my preggo brain I can’t seem to remember them at the moment.
So we have 13 weeks and 5 days left… or roughly 90 days and counting…
Pregnancy does have some positives.
1. You get to buy a whole new wardrobe. Although the downside is, your favorite clothes no longer fit, including shoes.
2. Your hubby picks up on some of the housework like laundry, cooking, cleaning, and dishes. Downside… he never quite gets the hang of it so when you are feeling well you “nest”.
3. There is nothing quite like feeling your little bebe moving around inside of you.
4. All the hormones and stuff make you forget all the bad stuff probably before you’ve even left the bathroom…bedroom… kitchen…lol.
5. In the end you have an amazing little bebe.
But as for those who “LOVE” pregnancy… you’re all a bunch of nutcases… 
His new book “An Assault on Reason” sounds like a great testament to the problems in America.
Not to mention he calls Bush “unfit to run the nation”.
It’s about time.
I had a hankering for some food and Paul brought up Rita’s. YUM! I agree and we head out…
First thing I notice when we get there are the two ready to pop preggo women in line… so I giggle to myself and join them.
3 preggo women at Rita’s.
I decide on a strawberry gelati and Paul the mango. The preggo’s around me choose gelati’s too… strawberry and mango. As we wait, another preggo joins the crowd (of 10).
4 Preggo women at Rita’s.
We place our order and are handed our treats… of course I steal a bite while we wait for her to process the card… and lo and behold another preggo joins the crew!
5 preggo women at Rita’s!
Thanks Rita!
* Moral: If you’re preggo and hungry on a warm Tuesday night… head to Rita’s!
Probably myself included.
Because of popular culture… people who are overweight or have a BMI of over 25 are made to feel like something is wrong with them. We’re made to feel like a minority at every turn, clothing stores, beaches, doctors offices…. And most recently I’ve read “people of size” instead of fat, only heightening the illusion that we’re few and far between.
Everyone seems to ignore the fact that 2/3 of Americans are in this category.
That 50% or more of women are plus size.
That there are risks associated with higher weight… but doctors don’t know the reasons for this, or the causal relationship. (They’ve never been able to figure out why I put on the lbs while eating fewer calories and working out more than my peers.)
Not everyone who is overweight, overeats,underexercises, or makes poor food choices.
So right now, I’m 18 weeks preggo and enjoying every minute of it. Lucky for me, my OB’s aren’t sizists and haven’t treated me any differently. I’m sure it helps that I’m not exactly packing on the pounds… in the first 4 months of pregnancy I’ve only put on 5lbs or less. I finally feel “free” in my own skin. It’s so wonderful… and I wish I could feel this way pregnant or not.
I think most people just figure I’m getting fatter cause my belly doesnt exactly resemble a preggo belly at this point. To me it does, but not to most cause it’s very low and hasn’t popped above my belly button yet.
So my point is, I know more “overweight” women this year that are preggo than “normal” women, so men must not be paying much attention to stereotypes. Maybe television and print need to take a cue from reality.
If you’re a sizist… learn the facts and stop being biggoted.