goings on

I have become a somewhat shameless fangirl.  One of my favorite bloggers decided to stop writing, and I wrote him a crazy ranting email a modestly self-effacing email, stating how much I enjoyed his writing.   He wrote back, and was as funny as I'd expect.  I don't know why I'm always surprised that bloggers are real people (who write back when you email, shocking!), but ever since I saw his email, I feel like I'd imagine it feels to meet a Backstreet Boy.  You know, if they could write well, and were cool. 

On the kitten front, I have realized that my daily e-newsletters are filling my head with potential crap about labor and delivery.   There's always conflicting advice from the many updates I receive, and I mentioned one to my friend Jaylene yesterday.  She brought up the fact that babies are born with sharp little nails that they try to remove their faces with.  I said that an article recommended bringing a nail file to the hospital.  She was laughing so hard, she couldn't respond.  Apparently, there is little chance that we will be able to file his nails just after birth, since they'll be paper thin and his skin will be all soft and also fileable -- whooops.  I realized then that I get a lot of advice that all centers around this mythical day that's four months away, where lots of stuff will happen that I won't be prepared for.  I will continue to read the updates because I'm obsessed, but I'll try to read them with a grain of salt a little common sense.

Karen keeps telling me that people have been doing this for a very long time, and that things usually work out just fine.  I don't know what makes me think that studying will help me be a better laborer or a better parent.  Maybe it's just that knowing anything makes all the unknown more comfortable.  I'll stick with that for now.