Second Leg.

i knew it.
i knew that green day would come back for a second leg of the US tour. it was exactly on this second leg of the american idiot tour, 5 years ago, that dorian and i went on our geek-er-ific green day blog road trip and followed the show to 7 different stops... and i was 5 months pregnant.

here i am again, 5 months pregnant, and yesterday was the pre-sale for the next phoenix green day show. which is in august. which is exactly when im supposed to be having a rocket baby.

due on the 16th, concert on the 30th... baby rocket will most likely be born already.

my thinking was, hey lets bring him! the show is at an enormous outdoor arena, we could easily find a nice little patch of grass on the lawn. it would be like a really loud picnic, with my favorite band playing in the distance but still not far enough away to exclude me. picture it, nursing a happy newborn at the rock show. its what jane austen would have done if she had been a green day fan.

i told dorian this plan and he agreed. and then i found out he thought i was kidding.

plan b? i hold the baby in for 2 extra weeks with some determined clenching and we all enjoy the show, still from the cheap seats as im sure dorian (who didnt approve of my collander strapped about the waist method of baby protection in 2005) will surely not approve of strainer-based armour in 2010, and everyone will be happy with a nice uterus barrier between noise and second hand pot smoke. right?

leave baby rocket with a baby sitter, you suggest? that may be an option, except for the fact that i know good and well that a two week old baby knows only one thing about babysitters- 'youre not my mom and i dont like that about you'

i didnt buy presale tickets, though i may still have a few days to convince dorian that my jane austen plan is solid. till then, im open to suggestions.

and i, i just wana see the light.
and i need to know whats worth the fight.
k.

the happiest pants on earth?

youve heard of a man without a country? well, im a lady without pants. regular human pants, you know, the types with buttons and zippers, dont fit me and maternity pants are still too big.
im currently weathering this storm with the strategic use of a bellaband, basically a tube top one wears around one's waist to either hold regular pants closed or elastic pants up. the effect, i assure you, is both stunning and practical... and all this time i didnt know i could look MORE lumpy around the mid-section.

add to that a week long trip to disneyland.
why would that trouble me? in a small way because i am responsable for packing 3 people for a week long trip each and doing so means advance preparation. therefore, of the 4 pair of pants i can currently wear, 3 are packed away and one has been on my ass for the last 4 days. i finally gave in today and have been going about my business in a pair of yoga pants that are strechy and expansive but never intended to push the size "medium" into such rotund territory.

furthermore, i dont know about you and your pregnancy... but mine comes with vivid and sometimes scary dreams. last night for example i dreamed that zoe got lost.

i searched and searched for her among topiaries, castles, frontier lands, tiki rooms, but i could not find her. the terror, for me, came from picturing my little girl scared. as long as she wandered around amused and distracted i knew that i would find her and she would be ok, but the thought of her crying... and scared... and wondering where i could be... is terribly frightening. many times in her little life i have realized that what i am most afraid of is for her to feel afraid. or lost. or alone.
and so i woke up and immidiatly wondered how i could lo-jack her to prevent such a thing from ever happening.
of course, it will turn into a "what should you do if you ever get lost" conversation... but that can sometimes lead to trouble. i dont want to convince her that getting lost is a general possibility lurking around every corner. we had a talk about stranger-danger and her response has since been to introduce herself to everyone on planet earth, first name last name and address, and then they arent strangers anymore.

the importnat thing to remember is that i will be at disneyland for a whole week... unable to ride anything good. so come see me and lets eat turkey legs and snicker doodles and go round and round the jungle cruise, shall we?

k.
of course you will notice that this chamber has no windows and no doors, which leaves you with this chilling challenge... to find a way out! of course, theres always my way...