Britax, Barack, and bottled blonde.

So far, I'm doing a not-so-good job of keeping this updated. And I don't even have a baby to blame!

In baby-shopping news, we have a car seat! I went to Buy Buy Baby yesterday armed with a sweet coupon -- thanks Jamie and Heather! -- and picked up a Britax Roundabout. We also registered for a plain ol' infant seat, so we can transport the babe without waking him during the early days. But once Danger outgrows that (maybe when he's a week old? haha) the Britax is ON and he's going to look totally pimp in the back of our Mighty Mazda!

On the way to BBB, I listened to Barack's swearing in and speech. Woohoo! Maybe one day soon, I can start opening my 401K statements again.

And today, I went to Rizzieri and got a long-overdue cut and color. Not to brag, but it's MILFy. As I was leaving, we realized that I'll probably be bringing a baby to my next touch-up! Wow! :)

Kindred spirits.

Trolling around babycenter this morning, I came across this post...

"i have been diagnosed with sandinvaginosis, anyone else?"

...and LOL'ed so hard I nearly choked on my pizza. Luckily, it seems I've managed to escape the psycho hormones, seeing as I haven't threatened anyone's life in the past seven months. But if I were suffering from acute sandinvaginosis, here are a few people who might have triggered a major flare-up:

1) The guy at Shoprite who never lets me bag my own shit. Seriously, this guy will run from the other end of the store if he sees me lift a salsa jar. And while he's a sweet old man, he's a terrible bagger. This week he packed the raw chicken with the bread. Ew! And then scolded me for not buttoning up my coat.

2) Everyone who has any opinion in the breast vs. bottle debate. And, likewise, anyone who wants me to have an opinion in the breast vs. bottle debate.

3) The Whole Foods employee who sat down next to me and said, "I thought pregnant women couldn't eat sushi." Then he offered a few more insights into mommyhood, such as "Don't have too many kids or you'll wreak havoc on your uterus." Here's a tip: If you're going to charge $8 for a spicy shrimp roll, let me eat it in peace. I hope he talks shit about the wrong person's uterus and gets a beatdown. Just sayin'.

What the blog are you blogging about, Sonic the Hedgeblog?

So, I'm knocked up. Super knocked up, actually. And every now and then, I get the urge to brag or vent or ramble about my knocked-up-ness. And I think: I wish I'd started that blog.

Because the thing is, I totally meant to start blogging back in August, when my doctor confirmed I had a bun in the oven. Not because I have any brilliant insight into pregnancy, but just because I wanted to remember all the fun stuff that happened along the way, and someday "share those stories with my baby," i.e. force him to act interested while I wax nostalgic.

Fast-forward five months, and that blog has pretty much gone the way of countless other big plans (t-shirt design company, online travel mag, at least three YA novels). But I figure, maybe it's not too late to start. I still have ten more weeks of baby-brewing to do, which is ample time for me to learn new things and develop new neuroses and all of that. Plus, once Danger makes his grand entrance, it might prevent me from mass-emailing everyone I've ever met with daily photos and updates. (I personally LOVE getting photos and updates. I'm not being sarcastic; baby stories are so entertaining to me, and this was true waaaaay before I became hopped up on mama-hormones. But I know not everyone shares my enthusiasm.)

Anyway, now you know where to find all the news that's fit to print on baby Danger and his awesome parents. I'll try to keep it updated, even when I'm sleep-deprived. :)