I'LL TAKE POTPOURRI FOR $1,000, ALEX

Today's random post is brought to you by Zofran - as in, I hope I get a new prescription for more Zofran tomorrow.

Yes, I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow. I am going to ask for more drugs, not because I am selfish and wish to drug my unborn child, but because here I sit at sixteen weeks pregnant and I am STILL suffering from terrible nausea. The week that I was put on Zofran was wonderful - I could actually EAT FOOD (what a concept) and I felt pretty great. As soon as that one week prescription ran out - POOF - the nausea came back with a vengeance. The appetite was gone again. It is getting DAMN OLD, my friends, damn old.

The best part of tomorrow's appointment is that when I leave, I will be scheduling an appointment in about 2 weeks for our ultrasound - the ultrasound that will hopefully show us whether I am carrying a little boy or a little girl! We are DYING to find out, the curiosity is killing us both. So hopefully just before (or just after) the 4th of July, I will know if the nursery will be blue or pink!

Other odd things going on these days...

My sister and her husband (and the baby!) are moving in with my parents in TWO WEEKS! They are selling their condo and moving in with my parents to save money to buy a house. Their short term goal is to move before Christmas, which I think is a good idea because they'll definitely want to be in their own house for the holidays, for Kayleigh's first Christmas (and first birthday!). I am excited, though, because my parents live 5 houses down from me. So, it means I will get to see Kayleigh ANY TIME I WANT TO! I am so happy about this new development.

Speaking of Kayleigh, have I mentioned recently how cute she is? She laughs now - actual LAUGHING - and it is hilarious. If she finds something amusing she lets out this scream/shreik noise that is like a very loud belly laugh. It is funny.

I confessed to my mother last week that I sometimes have an irrational fear that I will not love my baby as much as I love Kayleigh. She told me I am completely wrong, but I said that I love Kayleigh SO MUCH I can't imagine loving any other baby more than I love her. My mom said "Oh, you wait and see." I know she is right, but there are times that it doesn't seem possible.

Our lawn has FINALLY grown. We have grass! We have a yard! Which means now I can finally take and post pictures of my new house, which I promised to do months ago (6 months ago!) when we first moved in. Now all I need is a camera. My digital camera is busted, so with a baby on the way the need for a replacement camera is URGENT. Stay tuned for pictures of the house, if you are still interested.

Speaking of the new house, Central Air is the best invention in the world, bar none. I did a 5K walk yesterday morning at 9:00AM, and by 10:00AM it was already in the 80's and muggy. Driving home I felt like my whole body was melting (no A/C in my satanic car), but walking into my house felt like walking into a meat locker. A comfortable meat locker. I spent the rest of the day napping and watching TV, and you would NEVER have known it was hot outside. Let alone that it was miserable outside. Never, that is, until we lost power at 9:00PM.

We went to bed and hoped for the best, but by 10:30 I said to Anthony "it is starting to get warm in here." "Yeah, I know," he agreed. I started to concentrate on not panicking, even though I was speculating what my pregnant body was going to feel like in 3 more hours, when miraculously the power came back ten minutes later and the cool air ducts began to spew chilly air over our bed. Ahhhhhh.....

So my neighbor, the Patriot player, is finally home. He bought the house behind us, and three weeks later (two weeks before the Superbowl) he left; he just came back for the first time this past Tuesday. We think he has a "winter" place in San Diego or something. The team had mandatory camp this past week. Next door to our backyard neighbor, yet another Patriot bought that house, so now BOTH homes behind us are occupied by NFL players. And a third house, still under construction, is supposedly under agreement with another player. According to the realtor, they "all want to move here." It makes sense; we live 8 miles from Gillette Stadium. And there is a ton of privacy. It is pretty funny, though. I keep wondering if all these new homes behind us are going to be vacant next winter, when all the players go to their warm-weather homes. Probably.

Anthony has an audition in 3 weeks to be a contestant on Jeopardy! He has to take a written test and do a live audition. He is so excited! I signed him up for it; we are total geeks and we Tivo Jeopardy every night and do a marathon 6 episode viewing every Sunday; one of our silly couple-traditions. He is always saying he would love to be on the show, and I do think he would do pretty well (as long as he doesn't get Shakespeare or Greek Mythology questions). I hope the audition goes well!

So, those are my random thoughts for the day. It has never been more apparent to me that I watch entirely too much TV until these last 2 weeks, when TV has been abyssmal. Every night I complain "There's nothing on!" Finally, tired of hearing me complain about it, Anthony said "So read a book!" I am reading a compelling book called "102 Minutes" - it is full of real life accounts from people who survived the attack on the Twin Towers, and it describes as accurately as possible exactly what transpired in the 102 minutes from when the first plane struck until the last tower fell. Depressing as hell, but good reading.

And it sure as hell beats re-runs of "Crossing Jordan."