We got this art-deco chair-desk over the weekend. Believe it or not, this thing cost WAY more than you’d think. Josh was SO into it, though. So we had to. And, I LOVE IT! Check it:

More importantly, the monkey LOVES IT. And look at that wee little drawer in the chair where she keeps her crayons and her new Cinderella toy cell phone (which I’m hoping she forgets is in there [HEADAAAACHE!]…, but that’s another story).

Not that I’ve seen much of the monkey this weekend. She’s been ALL into her daddy lately. And, I know, it’s a good thing — since Mamma will inevitably be preoccupied with New Baby at least for the first while. But, it’s hard, too. I miss my mommy-obsessed little monkey. I miss being the one she NEEDS.

But, then, at night, when daddy’s taking her out of the bathtub…. And, the little monkey screams for her mamma…. I love. Nothing can comfort her more than a little breast-feeLing (yes, we are still breastfeeLing — but we’ve moved up to the collarbone and cleave…no more nipple action, THANK UNIVERSE!)

Anyway, the monkey loves her new chair. And, I love her new chair — because it keeps her busybusybusy for HOURS! And, I can just sit here with my swollen feet up. LOVE!

Ummm…. Her daddy dressed her…. I am, in other words, not responsible for the above ensemble.

Yes, for me, it was a weekend of nothing. I’m REALLY trying to take it easy. So, while Josh-O took the monkey out to play, I relaxed. And, in the evening, when the monkey went to bed, we brought out the FLICKS. Friday night: FABULOUS FOUR: RISE OF THE SILVER SURFER. Saturday night: SPIDERMAN 3.

The movies were both very entertaining. Fabulous Four was nothing to write home — or write blog — about. But, Jessica Alba was so STUNNING it was ridiculous. And, I fell a little bit in love with this guy….

…Victor Von DOOM! You know I like zee bad guys….ahem:

I LOVE YOU, DICK from Big Brother!

Of course, in Spiderman 3, I was SO not into Spidey — Tobey Maguire (not my type — are his eyes really THAT BLUE, though?). But, I LOVED me some HARRY OSBORN! James Franco…. That smile…. Those dimples…. GIRLS, those dimples make the WHOLE movie so worth watching….

These were the best photos of James-Franco-as-Harry-Osborn I could find, and they don’t do him any justice, really (couldn’t find anything with the melt-me DIMPLES!):

Oh, and the movie itself? Really good: Topher Grace even managed to look a little bit hot…. And, Kirsten Dunst was a very good Mary-Jane. She should really keep her hair red like that…. Makes her look so much less trailer than usual…. Anyway, LOVED it. HIGHLY RECOMMEND. Took my mind RIGHT off the fact that I’m 38 weeks preggers and feeling it!

I’ve had a lot of anxiety today. I’ve been pissed off at the world (no, not you, darling). So, I went for a drive to the grocery store to stock up on healthy fare — that is, after lying in bed the ENTIRE day feeling angry and anxious. And, what made me feel SO MUCH better? BLASTING this song in my car:

Ahhh, Timbaland! If I’d never met Josh-O and I weren’t preggers, I’d totally want to bear his kids. The man’s a GENIUS. Just look what he did with Nelly Furtado’s sound. And, THIS SONG! Totally made me feel better in my 38-weeks preggers angers anxious stupour. At least for its duration. Timbaland really needs to make his songs a little/lot longer — then he’d be totally PERF!

My friend felt sick that I wrote about her “incubator” comment in my previous post. Really hurt. Which didn’t help ease my anxiety level today. No, it DIDN’T HELP MY ANXIETY. (So here come the excuses:) It’s just…she NEVER reads my blog — or, at least so I thought? And, NO ONE would know it was her? And, it’s a really interesting and provocative conversation piece whether she meant it or not? Anyway, she made that comment to me while we were discussing our discomforts. She didn’t mean it. But, I, in my very preggers irrational state took it seriously. And, now, she feels terrible that I would even THINK that she meant what she said. I’m relieved she didn’t mean it! But, even if she had meant it, I suppose I should have told her how I felt about it then and there instead of waiting till later on to write about it.

It’s so hard to draw the line between what’s okay to blog about and what’s NOT OKAY. No one’s perfect at anything (except, as I said earlier, Timbaland COULD BE). I certainly am NOT. And, my judgment seems to have gone somewhere I know not lately. So, I sucked. And, I suck lately because I’m a swinger (shut-it, perv) — a mood swinger: I can’t handle ANYTHING properly. I beg, people, ALL PEOPLE (and poor JOSH-O!) — cut me some slack.

Slack or no slack, though, I’m sorry, Friend! You know I love and totally get you!

And, by the way, to all the other people whom I may wrong lately? Forgive me in advance, and just rejoice in the fact that, AT LEAST, I’m super fat right now…ahem.

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