Still here, still knocked up....

Friends who read the blog will call me up if they haven't heard from me or if there's no post here, worried that I've succumbed to labor and am having the babies. Nope. I'm just tired. Puffy. Sleeping a whole lot and really not much to say about anything.

I could rant about the Michael Jackson trial. Or about the book deal the Runaway Bride just got. Or even about the furor over Gitmo. But frankly, none of these things matter to me nearly as much as whether I have enough of the new Haagen Daz light ice cream safely stashed in the freezer (I do) or whether it is naptime (nearly) or whether I can still fit into any clothing (some).

So if I don't check in for a day or two, don't worry. There have been instructions given to the guest blogger, Nissa, on how to get in here an post stuff. And Andrew has a list of email addresses for people who will get an email announcing details of the babies. Basically, if you hear nothing, you know nothing's happening. It just seems really lame of me to log in and post this really banal personal stuff all the time when I have very little else to say right now. So when I haven't thought of anything to say, I mostly will just read a few other blogs and go take a nap.