Holy crap, my husband is funny. I just got the below email from him ... seems we were having the same thoughts about ourselves.

-----Original Message-----
From: Brian McC
Sent: Thursday, September 30, 2004 3:17 PM
To: McC, Jennifer
Subject: Re: Shutterfly album

Thanks for the pics. Did you notice how gaunt my face is in the first picture compared to how fat it is in the last picture. Looks like I aged about 6 1/2 years as well.

FYI - the pictures you have labeled as "Dave's Wedding" are actually from "Chris's Wedding."

Hey you - yeah, you - I love you!

-----End Message-----

That's funny shit. Yet still, he's sweet.

OK, seriously, they were fucking with me before. Like for real; I know it.

Here's the other thing though, too, and it's to your advantage ... my mind definitely plays tricks on me sometimes.

This is why it's important for me to be around people who know when to draw the line when it comes to fucking with me.

That's my randomness for the afternoon.

And he's even more paranoid than I am.

Hey, have I mentioned that our baby is due in ONE MONTH? One month from today!

My fingers are like little sausages, and I had some difficulty getting my wedding ring on this morning. I hope I can get it off later. OK, I just tried; I can.

I swore I'd cut back on my sugar intake. I think it might be one of the reasons I'm so tired lately. I keep crashing from the sugar high.

There are two other pregnant girls in my group at work. April is due next Friday (10/8); my pal Amy is due three days after I am (11/2). I saw April in the copy room this morning. She's still here, working away. I feel bad for her ... I hope my baby comes early, though I have doubts that he will. October 17 would be a nice date. Let me get through the birthing classes, is all that I ask.

Friday is Oct. 1, and we enter the birth month ... unless he's late.

Oh, and would somebody stop me, please? Thanks.

So Cookie got me thinking the other day about stupid things done in the past.

Then, I had lunch today with a bunch of folks on our floor, some of whom I don't know all that well, and I learned that one of the girls graduated from a high school in the same district as I, then attended the same university as I, and hung out with the same bunch of frat boys that I knew rather briefly (and I didn't know that many). All of this reminded me that it's a small world but also, again, of stupid things done in the past.

This provoked me to post, but I found myself thinking about the fact that I'm about to be someone's mother and then debated on posting.

Finally, I said fuckity (because, as I've mentioned before, cursing can be fun and is virtually harmless to my unborn child) and decided to post the following anyway:

When I was 19, I actually used the fact that one hottie and I shared a date of birth as grounds for sleeping with him. Like it was a sign or something.

I'm not a genius -- not anymore.

The Internet has been of no service to me at all today. Except for maybe this site where they have the most kick-ass BOY boy clothes.

Our baby has more clothes than Brian already. I know; I washed them this weekend.

My grandpa, he has "no use for fountain sodas." He told us so at lunch Sunday.

See post from September 2. See the lady next to me? See the other lady that's next to me? Those babies in their tummies have ARRIVED.

R, on the right, was due Sept. 17, I think. She was induced Sept. 19. L, on the left (and these are their real initials, folks), had an emergency c-section early this morning. Her baby wasn't due until Oct. 11, but both moms and babies are doing fabulous!

Oh, and just for a jolly good time, read this.

Dammit, I just lost a post. Internal Server error or some shit.

I just found out that I didn't get hepatitis or HIV in my foot seven or so weeks back when the pedicure lady cut me with the stupid razor.

I'm glad to not have diseases in my foot or anywhere in my body at all.

You asked for a belly picture; we got belly here. I can't believe I'm posting this on the Internet. I've never felt so unattractive in all of my life.

We're just about eight months along now (34 weeks). Holy guacamole, I'm big. And there you have it.

UPDATE: Here's a picture of the combo unit and another of the baby's room. We're still not finished yet, but it's coming along nicely.

The show Friday night was really, really good, but not the best I've seen of Wilco. Still, I wasn't disappointed. Brian and I also bumped into Cathy & Peter, a pleasant surprise.

People were generally nice to the pregnant lady, so I didn't end up frustrated and irritated like I was the last time I had to travel (seriously, I think it's just the nature of the airport environment). I don't know why I'm trying to compare a show crowd to an airport crowd; I've been really off lately. But I won't apologize.

The cool thing was, I saw atleast three other pregnant couples at the show. I guess that's the kind of fan base Wilco has -- I mean, they only come to town every couple of years, so the pregnant chicks leave the safety and comfort of their homes to partake of the experience.

So it was good. Granted, we didn't see the encore. At that point, I was really swelling, and there wasn't any place to sit at all. Overall, I was pleased with the venue though; I'd not seen a show at the Granada since they changed it into a music venue. It was easier to see the band than at the GTR since the floor was leveled, and it never did get sweltering hot in the place, so it gets points for that.

Other than the show, I didn't do much else physically. "Did the rock show take it all out of you?," Brian asked after I took a two hour mid-day nap on Saturday. Truth is, I think it did. I've said how tired I've been lately. Some of it is the pregnancy, but I think some of it is depression, too. I've been weird lately. Depressed. Anxious. It seems to be intensifying as the due date approaches.

We did pick up the changing table/combo unit this weekend and got it situated in the baby's room. Brian got lots of things put together/put away, too, like the stroller that we've had for at least a month that hadn't been taken out of the box until yesterday.

Today was another lazy day for me, but heck, I've made some progress on the new book.

Kids, don't let Monday ruin your Sunday. I must constantly remind myself to follow that bit of advice.

Yesterday I had a comp day. I work for the coolest, nicest couple of guys. It's this amazing thing -- working and then actually receiving appreciation for the job you did. It's something I previously wasn't all that used to. It's a perk, definitely. I mean, you get a paycheck and maybe that's all the appreciation you're actually entitled to, but this is NICE. Very nice.

I had quite a list of things I wanted to accomplish yesterday while off, but I didn't really accomplish much more than watching TLC in my capri sweats. I had a McFlurry, mid-day, and watched The Baby Show and cried when the infants were born during both back-to-back episodes.

I think I may be a little hormonal.

Finally, around 3:30 p.m. I decided to TRY to get a few of the fun things on my list done. I went to Half Price and Borders and got the latest book club selection, along with Anne Seybold's Lucky, which I've been wanting to read for awhile. I figure I better stock up a few extras in the house so that when the baby comes, and I'm home bound and can't just run up the street to the book store, I'll have something to read.

I also made another trip to Babies R Us, this time to pick up the changing/combo unit we ordered. Unfortunately, it wouldn't fit in my lil SUV, so we'll have to pick it up this weekend.

And that's about all I did yesterday, but then I realized that I've actually accomplished quite a bit over the past few days. And because I like lists, I'll list my accomplishments here:

Took clothes to dry cleaners
Got a manicure and a pedicure
Bought shower presents for two fellow preggos
Got car washed
Bought new maternity clothes (to get me through this last month and a half)

Don't ask when shopping and beauty treatments became part of my to-do list; I simply cannot tell you when nor how that happened.

And now it's Friday, and I have a half day if I want (but so much to do), and I have a doc appointment with my husband to check on the boy. And holy SHIT we have the WILCO concert tonight. I hope I'm not miserable there. I hope I can find a nice place to sit and that Jeff Tweedy might even wink at the seven-and-a-half-month pregnant lady way in the back, with the baby dancing in her belly.

"Speaking of breeding, I heard you were pregnant. Is there any truth to this? Did you ask my permission?"

The above is from an email received from an old high school friend. Word travels pretty fast when it comes to procreation.

With just more than six weeks left, I'm super-anxious. I don't know how I'll make it until the due date without some sort of sedative. Work is slowing down, which is good, but it leaves me with way too much time to think.

It's getting hard to breathe.

UPDATE: Pictures of the crib and bedding here and here. And you can see the sand and sea portion of our "sand-sea-sky" paint. :)

I used to think it was impossible to really lose contact with people. I figured you could always find them if you really wanted to, but that's not necessarily the case.

I used to know a kid named Spencer Baxter. This weekend, while looking for a tool shop with my dad in Richardson, we took a wrong turn and ended up driving past this apartment complex where Spencer's grandmother, Jimmie, used to work at least 12 years ago. I remembered the street when I read the sign identifying the intersection as "Wagon Wheel."

So I guess it makes me think of Spencer. And taking out my belly ring sort of makes me think of Spencer and of all of his piercings. I remember he threw a cigarette butt at me once, and I remember listening to Metallica at Sonic. I wonder what ever happened to him. We last spoke in 1995.

Lately, I've been feeling really weird at the end of the work day. It's an odd but familiar feeling ... I've actually been so tired lately that it feels like I'm hungover, if that makes sense.

And you can imagine how odd it is to feel hungover when you've not had anything to drink in seven months. Maybe I'm dehydrated, too.

Today is significant: I've lost my youth, become a woman. Yeah, OK, I'm 29, but shut up.

Today, after 11 wonderful years, I removed my belly button ring. I'm proud to have worn it through seven months of pregnancy (nearly 33 weeks -- I know, but it's pregnancy math). And what keeps me going is knowing that I could have worn it longer, but I chose to preserve it.

I removed it now to prevent unnecessary stretching in the hopes that one day soon I'll don it again.

Please keep me in your thoughts at this difficult time.

I've said it elsewhere, I'll say it here: Fuckity is the word of the week.

I am back from New York. I've been on four planes in 36 hours ... or something like that.

I've been playing with pictures lately. Here's one of me crushing my husband at JV's wedding August 14. ;)

So I'm finally getting around to posting a picture. Here's one of me and some other pregnant chicks. Yes, I'm wearing horizontal stripes across my belly.

This photo was actually taken one week ago at the triple baby shower B's work hosted.

WTF is the world coming to? And particularly, the Deep Ellum part of the world?