I swear I could have a third eye growing out of the middle of my head and Mike would think I was the sexiest person alive.

This morning, I'm lying there dozing, drooling on my pillow wishing it wasn't so fucking early and Mike comes over and cuddles up and says how beautiful I am. I know I've got crusty eyes, the white foam of dried drool upon my cheek and he's giving me big brown love eyes.

He also told me the other day that I smell different since I've been pregnant. I wasn't sure how to take that. Chemical attraction and all that made me feel a little bit insecure. Do I smell badly? Less sexy? Less wonderful? I'd guess by the nearly constant perv on his part, that I don't, but those things do cross your mind when you look like you ate someone's bowling ball.

And then last night, he told me how that I look about as big as I did before I was pregnant with the baby in there, but rounder. Again, bad thing to say. I am immediately freaking out about how I must have looked before and he must have thought I looked awful and all this. Of course, rather than assume he's being supportive and wonderful, I assume he's being critical. He's not, I'm just insane. Just when I think I'm comfortable with myself, a piece of insecurity comes out of the woodwork like a termite and bites me in the ass.

And this morning, I was annoyed that we left late. He told me he wasn't in the shower until 7. I know I was poking him in the ribs at 635 and about every 5-10 minutes after that. He said something about how there seems to be a lot of poking going on in our house. And we both giggled evilly.

Of course, then on the radio into work we heard that today is the Chinese New Year and the Year of the Dragon. My best friend, An, in high school s Taiwanese and was born in the year of the Dragon and told me what a lucky sign it was in Chinese, how Dragons are special people who have special insights into things. An was also a Taurus.

You have to understand that Tauruses and we Virgos are very tight. My brother is a Taurus and he and are very close. And Mike is a Taurus and also was born in the year of the Dragon and he's my best friend. I am never sure how much of any of the zodiacal stuff I believe, but I believe in a continuum, of life catching up on itself and I believe in the significance of some of these things. Our daughter will be a Taurus born in the year of the Dragon like her father. I believe that is significant. It means to me that there's a good chance that I will be close to my daughter and it makes me happy to think about that possibility. It also makes me think that our family will be so balanced with two virgos and two tauruses.