It's a girl!  Wednesday Judith (yes, her first name is Wednesday; we can't explain it, but it's perfect to us) was born at home at 6:45 am on June 17th, 2007.  She weighs 8lbs, 5 oz and is 19.5 inches long.  Mom, baby, dad, and big brother are all doing well.  She is, in my totally objective opinion, incredibly lovely.  

To the man in the market today, and all others like him:  Just because I, or any woman, is visibly pregnant, we are not public property.  The rules of decorum, courtesy, and decency still apply.  My bulging belly does not give you license to stop minding your own damn business.  Touching women without permission is not okay, nor is commenting on their body size, shape, or type.  Nor does my gestating state give you liberty to comment on what I am or am not putting into my body at any given time.

My mom has cancer.  Ovarian.  Surgery later today will tell us how widespread.  I suppose that surgery today will tell us how much hope we should hang on to.  She's been having horrible sharp pains for months, but I don't think she went to the doctor about it.  She hates going to doctors.  Recently, she's been more tired and sick than usual, but she thought it was the flu. Friday night she was fine ...

This was my first Christmas of really sharing custody of my dear 3 year old son with my ex husband.  We have been separated for a year and a half (last year we still lived in the same house...complicated...) and I am trying really, really hard to be friendly.  To the point where I invited my ex to spend Christmas morning at my house, along with my parents and my amazing fiance.  I was trying to make sure that the ex got to see the "Santa moment", and that my son had everyone there on Christmas morning.  

The ex showed up half an hour late (luckily ds was still sleeping), and was relatively friendly all morning until it was time to leave.  Naturally, DS didn't want to leave his new toys.  Ex makes the sarcastic comment that "This is exactly what I was trying to avoid in the first place." Excuse me?  Then I guess you could have just stayed at home and not fought me about this.

See, he wanted to have him Christmas morning, even though he has NO family here and I do.  So I suggested my compromise that he come over, then take DS for a bit on Christmas Day.  He agreed at the time, and I thought it was all worked out.  But now it is sliding downhill so fast I don't know what to do....