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Cara LOVES yogurt.  Not just a little bit.  Cara loves yogurt like a junky loves his next fix.

She’s become just a tad bit independent in her old age and has started insisting that she feed herself the yogurt.  Since she was eating the adult Yoplait that I eat, the stuff would always end up more ON her than IN her and it would take like 30 minutes for her to eat that tiny container of sticky goodness.

I finally resorted to mixing the yogurt with milk and making a bastardized version of a smoothie.  [yogurt + milk + sippy cup + shake like hell = smoothie.]

When I can’t check in for my doctor’s appointment without staring at your tits, your shirt is NOT WORK APPROPRIATE.

Just had to get that out there.

There is this woman at the front desk of my OB’s office who apparently doesn’t know the meaning of work appropriate clothing.

Last week, she had on a “party shirt” like what I used to wear in college.  Her very perky boobs were right under her chin and the neckline was ridiculously low.  I could literally see half of her boobs.

What does this picture say to you?  [The kennel door is open, by-the-way.]

To me, it means that the end of the summer is getting damn close and the beginning of Fall is on its way.

Let me explain.

We live in Arkansas and Arkansas is usually unbearably hot from sometime in May until sometime in September.  But, yesterday was a fluke and it freakin’ ROCKED!

Our back door was open almost all day.  The windows were open.  The ceiling fans were on.  I wasn’t sweating my ass off.  [Sophie's kennel is blocking the door so that Oscar the Cat doesn't escape.]

I’m currently reading The Ghost Map.  It’s about a major cholera outbreak in London in the the middle part of the 19th Century.  How’s that for light bedtime reading?

In my defense, Tucker’s reading Bitten which is about…well…bites.  Spider bites.  Ferret bites.  Snake bites.  Human bites.  Pretty much any and every bite that you can think of.

Yeah.  The point…where the hell did I hide that?

I was on Twitter this morning [cause that's where I always am] and JesseHambley linked to a really cool website: http://www.charitywater.org/birthdays/intro/trailer.html.

We have had issues with eating out with Cara since she was a tiny infant.  Actually, that’s not totally right.  Other people have had issues with us eating out with Cara since she was a tiny infant.

When Cara was an itty bitty baby, I would breastfeed her when we went to dinner.  Since I hadn’t yet really gotten into the groove of the whole “breastfeeding in public” thing, I was VERY discreet and would request a booth in the back [and how about a curtain while you're at it].  Despite my shame tinged REALLY covered up breastfeeding, I got a myriad of nasty looks and whispers and a lot of shaking of heads.

I am awake.  I have been awake since 5 am.

Cara is awake.  Cara has been awake since 5 am.

Do you see a correlation here?

Not only did she wake up but I could here her bouncing in her crib and couldn’t help but hear the earsplitting screams.  [Cara, is the screaming REALLY necessary?!]

The most maddening part about the screaming is that it’s not a pissed off scream or a sad scream.  It’s just a damn loud scream to let me know that she’s ready to get up.

I had one of those crazy hormone induced pregnancy dreams last night.  This is new territory for me since I haven’t ever been one to have the three headed baby dreams or the dreams where I give birth to a cat or anything weird like that.

[The only "strange" dream I can remember from my pregnancy with Cara was one where I dreamed that she had amber colored eyes and was a she.  I was kind of right; Cara did end up being a girl but she had blue eyes, not amber.  I was close though...right?]

Last night my eyes were a bit swollen and I had snot running down to my top lip.  [I'm an ugly crier.]

I was watching the Pausch story on ABC and every time he came on the screen, I started crying again.

I must admit that I had never heard of the man until the story broke that he had died.  Even then, my reaction was one of indifference; people die everyday and I didn’t know him.

As a matter of fact, I was almost annoyed at all of the constant talk about Pausch and his “last lecture” because I just didn’t get what the big deal was.

The enormity of what we’re about to undertake is about to drive me crazy.

This kid’s due to be born sometime in September and I just can’t seem to get my head around that fact.  I look at our place and the absolute lack of any baby stuff.  I keep getting bogged down with all of the details and logistics of having a newborn along with a toddler.

I keep going from utter elation one minute to total despair and gut wrenching fear.

Today is a study in ADD.

You have no idea what I’m talking about so I shall explain.

This morning my mom called and asked Cara and me to breakfast - Cracker Barrel.  [Give me a break, ok?  This is the South and it's a law that you must eat at Cracker Barrel at least once a week.]  We ate, we talked, we had a generally pleasant time.  Since I had an OB appointment today, Mom offered to keep Cara.

Sweet!