Preg-nesia.

I did not enjoy being pregnant.

This was common knowledge. I shared it with pretty much everyone that inquired about my sperminated state.

All the food rules. No booze. Giving up my body to a being that I have never met.

Flashforward to six months into the being's current life and....funny....I miss being pregnant?

No. That can't be it.

I know in my rational mind and from my own memories and opinions - I did NOT like being pregnant.

Maybe its not that I miss being pregnant. Maybe its an appreciation of the process that created this cool little flirty dude that lives with us now. Maybe its a hokey notion and acknowledgment of the completely unequaled experience of his birth.

Whatever it is....I've got the fever.

Pregnancy fever.

And I don't think Tylenol helps.



sometimes you see him walk up in the club, he's a flirt

Email Hall of Fame

Here's a little gem from the olden days...

From: Stefanie Sent: Wed 10/18/2006 3:14 PM To: Leigh Subject: RE: True Life - I'm from staten island I like to imagine you working in this huge white room with a white desk, white chair and a white imac laptop. I imagine that your chair is backless and is shaped like a butt and when you go to work you wear your hair bob style but flipped up. I also imagine that you have a framed pictured of the cast of Everybody Loves Raymond on your desk.

My New Blog Idea

I'm going to start a blog of all the amazing bathrooms in Chicago's restaurants and bar. And the not so amazing ones. I have been in some pretty fantastic restrooms lately and someone needs to pay tribute them.

I'm so serious about this. Sort of.

Birthday. Retirement.

Today is my birthday. And since I have all but completely retired my MySpace blog, I gave myself my old blog for my birthday. My generosity to me is overwhelming.

I may also give myself an iPod Touch. Who says Americans aren't spending? This somewhat fiscally irresponsible American is...

Is it worth it...

...to repurchase my movie collection in DVD form? Or will these be obsolete soon too?

All I know is that Molly Ringwald looks like shit in VHS.