We introduced Spanky Lulu to the democratic process this week. I was less than thrilled with the idiot people in front of us in line at the polling station who brought their dog into the school gym while they voted. The dog in the little booth caused me to have an sneezing fit in the middle of voting. Who brings their dog to vote? Why am I allergic to everything?
Thanks to the good people of the Commonwealth, Spanky Lulu won’t go to jail if caught with less than an ounce of pot. Hopefully, that won’t be an issue for a nice long time. But if we do end up raising a devil-child, it will be nice to know that we won’t have to bail her out of the pokey for that one.
While we have mixed feelings about the election outcomes (thumbs up for Obama, sadness for Prop 8 and the other ballot questions), I am feeling a lot better about bringing a child into the world. Spanky Lulu will arrive about a month after the inauguration and I think the timing is fortuitous. There is something to be said for starting out surrounded by a lot of hope and promise for better things ahead.
In other news, we are at 26 weeks. Spanky is the length of an English cucumber. And weighs almost 2 pounds. Apparently her hearing is continuing to develop and she can hear us. While I am sure we sound like we are talking from inside a swimming pool, I may need to stop cursing her existence every time I stand up and everything aches. We should also probably stop swearing. But I guess there is plenty of time for that.
On Saturday, we are going to a couple’s pre-natal massage workshop. I hope it’s not mad fruity.
