It's a Girl!

Alden or Sophia

Pregnancy Survey
About You
Name?:	Lori
Age?:	21
Height?:	5'7"
Pre-pregnancy weight?:	11.5 Stones or 161lbs
About The Father
Name?:	Alex
Age?:	37
Height?:	5'9"
Are you still together?:	Yes
About Your Pregnancy
Is this your first pregnancy?:	No
When did you find out you were pregnant?:	10.10.2007
Was it planned?:	No
What was your first reaction?:	Couldn't believe it
Who was with you when you found out?:	Alex
Who was the first person you told?:	Alex
How did your parents react?:	Both are excited
How far along are you?:	10 Weeks
What was your first symptom?:	Boobs felt like they were being electrocuted!
What is your due date?:	13/06/07
Do you know the sex of the baby?:	Not yet
If so what?:
Have you picked out names?:	I have some ideas
If so, what are they?:	Alden or Sophia (currently)
How much weight have you gained?:	7 lbs
Do you have stretch marks?:	Yes
Have you felt the baby move?:	Not yet
Have you heard the heartbeat?:	Not yet
About the birth
Will you keep the baby?:	Yes
Home or hospital birth?:	Halfway hospital (so your partner can stay)
Natural or medicated birth?:	Natural (but maybe some painkillers)
Who will be in the delivery room with you?:	Alex
Will you breastfeed?:	Yes
Do you think you'll need a c-section?:	No
Will you cry when you hold the baby for the first time?:	Yes
What's the first thing you might say to him/her?:	Ive been waiting to see you for 9 months!
Would you let someone videotape the birth?:	No
Are you excited about the birth, or scared?:	Excited but aprehensive!
Dream City I had a dream that I was in a room their were several fish tanks all of various sizes and different plants and ornaments were in each tank as well as different types of fish (note: I have a phobia of fish! (im not proud of it!) i wont even go in the ocean! we have a fish tank at home and behind the glass no problems but when a fish is wriggling and out of water urgg! gross they make me wig out! i saved one earlier this year and if i hadnt felt bad about it dying i would have just let it die rather than to touch it and try to save it! thats how bad my phobia is! anyway so there are fish jumping out of the tanks and i keep tryin to save them and put them back in the tank (as they'll die outside) i can't figure out why they keep doing the suicide dives but none the less i try with all the speed i can muster to get them back in the tanks. at the same time they are fighting in each of the tanks so now im also trying to seperate the ones who are fighting by organising each tank to get along (i.e not 2 angel fish as they'll fight together in 1 tank etc) as im organsing the tanks i notice that now they're not only doing suicide dives there jumping into other tanks disrupting the harmony ive created by seperating them but as everythings going on at once im struggling to keep up and then i wake up! weird eh?

Recovering thinker

It started out innocently enough. I began to think at parties now and then to loosen up. Inevitably though, one thought led to another, and soon I was more than just a social thinker. I began to think alone - "to relax," I told myself - but I knew it wasn't true. Thinking became more and more important to me, and finally I was thinking all the time.

I began to think on the job. I knew that thinking and employment don't mix, but I couldn't stop myself. I began to avoid friends at lunchtime so I could read writings of Plato, Saint Augustine of Hippo, Jesus Christ, and Aristotle. I would return to the office dizzied and confused, asking, "What is it exactly we are doing here?"

Things weren't going so great at home either. One evening I had turned off the TV and asked my wife about the meaning of life. She spent that night at her mother's.

I soon had a reputation as a heavy thinker. One day the boss called me in. He said, "Skippy, I like you, and it hurts me to say this, but your thinking has become a real problem. If you don't stop thinking on the job, you'll have to find another job." This gave me a lot to think about.

I came home early after my conversation with the boss. "Honey, " I confessed, "I've been thinking..." "I know you've been thinking," she said, "and I want a divorce!" "But Honey, surely it's not that serious." "It is serious," she said, lower lip aquiver. "You think as much as college professors, and college professors don't make any money, so if you keep on thinking we won't have any money!" "That's a faulty syllogism," I said impatiently, and she began to cry. I'd had enough. "I'm going to the library," I snarled as I stomped out the door.

I headed for the library, in the mood for Clinton's latest book "Family Morals in America". Listening to a PBS station on the radio, I roared into the parking lot and ran up to the big glass doors... they didn't open. The library was closed. Later, I realized that a Higher Power was looking out for me that night. As I sank to the ground clawing at the unfeeling glass, whimpering for Zarathustra, a poster caught my eye. "Friend, is heavy thinking ruining your life?" it asked. You probably recognize that line. It comes from the standard Thinker's Anonymous poster.

Which is why I am what I am today: a recovering thinker. I never miss a TA meeting. At each meeting we watch a non-educational video; last week it was "Jerry Spinger" talking about the song "I'm bad" by Michael Jacks. Then we share experiences about how we avoided thinking since the last meeting. Life just seemed .. more bland .. without purpose or meaning, somehow, as soon as I stopped thinking, and avoided thoughts about the meaning of life and my future. I still have my job, and things are a lot better at home and the office. Now I stare for hours at the T.V. and receive my daily dose of brainwashing instead of contemplating the mysteries of life.