Pfeh.

So you wanna see my big whale of a belly? Well, I have a picture of that, but it took two hours of tweaking last night to be able to distinguish the color of the belly from the color of the pavement in the pict, so by the time I'd done that, I was too damned tired to upload it. I'll try to get that one tomorrow. The one below, you can kind of see the belly, but be assured, it is NOT that I'm just fat, so nyah.

Bear, Mikey and me at the Children's Discovery Museum outside San Francisco on 2/21/2000

This one is Russell looking like a miner or a ditch digger. It scares me some to contemplate him as a ditch digger, especially after he's told me he wants to either do something with computers like Mike or be a doctor like Dr. Mike, his pediatrician, but he had a wonderful time getting filthy, thanks to the Discovery Museum. I don't know if you can get that black a butt clean, but I'll let you know.

My son the ditch digger at Children's Discovery Museum outside San Francisco on 2/21/2000

Here below is Mike shaking Russell for spare change. He can't wear his trenchcoat and look trashy any more, so he's shaking down neighborhood kids for spare change and candy bars. It's sad and pitiful, but it's what he's been reduced to, since I've insisted he wear clothing that generally doesn't have the lining torn out, buttons missing or holes in it. What a bitch!

Mike shaking Russell down for spare change and pokemon cards

I've got more pictures, but time as always is my enemy. And hey, this way, I can keep up the suspense!

Stream of consciousness to follow:

I'm doing better today on insulin. I've actually had three, count 'em THREE normal sugars in a row. We're going for four, bab-EE!

I didn't get paid $504 of my earnings today. I'm depressed as hell about it, too. I'll get it back eventually, but it sucks in the interim. At least we have the tax refund to cover our butts for the time being, I guess. It's still a total bummer. I did call the attorney who had to file the garnishment and ask that they contact the sherriff's so that I can get the money back (less the $25 I made arrangements for) and they said they would call today for me. I'm hoping that that will make a difference in expediting things along. I know we got the tax refund, but I'm scared silly anyhow. Must be hormones and just generalized terror. I hate that the thought of money reduces me to tears. I know that other people get by on much less. I'm still scared though.

We have our first premarital counseling appointment with Canon Marcia today. I'm so excited. Mike rearranged his whole schedule to come to it. I feel so loved. He rocks my world.

Oh, and I discovered why sex has been so uninteresting...blazing yeast infection. I nearly had forgotten that I had the same kind of stuff last pregnancy, but I talked to the nurse and I'm taking meds for it and it'll be gone soon enough. I just get them so rarely that I'd forgotten what it was. I mentioned that I'd been kind of itchy and sore and the nurse said,"Oh, yeast infection!" My best friend, Sue, in college used to ask me when I had a yeast infection if she could borrow a cup so she could bake some bread.