I suppose I ought to just get used to being awake at random times like this, but I am NOT looking forward to that part of having a baby.

I am tired, but I can’t find a comfortable sleeping position. So far, I’ve tried bed, the couch, and the rocking chair. The baby has been kicking almost non-stop today.

I’ve also organized the wipes and diapers, put away the toys and blankets that we got out so we could take pictures to show to Jill’s parents, and I would have mounted a shelf but I think the hammering would wake up Jill. So I read (re-read) ~150 pages of a novel instead.

Ok, enough with the whining. I did have a couple of other random thoughts I wanted to put out into the blogosphere today.

The L Word: Season 3, Episode 1
Great episode!!! They are back in full on soap-opera mode, and it is so much fun — for example:

Alice has become completely psycho and is stalking Dana, who is back with Lara-the-Chef. Helena saw a psychic and it looks like she is going to be trying to get together with Alice. Alice is also helping Bette & Tina completely alienate the social worker who has to approve Bette’s adoption effort — she crashed into the social worker’s car (which was parked) and blamed the social worker for the accident. Alice is coming off like a deranged drug addict.

Shane wore a pretty, 1950s-looking white dress belonging to Carmen’s formerly skinny mother! Carmen is making them pretend to be straight while hanging out with Carmen’s family, which has had the desired effect of making Carmen’s family love Shane. I predict Shane being set up with Carmen’s male cousins next episode.

Jenny, in her usual obnoxious way, met a girl — the much touted new butch character — while living with her mother and stepfather and getting therapy for being a self-mutilator. Even though her folks are observant Orthodox Jews, Jenny thoughtfully brought the butch home and had loud sex that was guaranteed to get herself kicked out of the house. Since she’d already declared her plan to leave for LA "tomorrow," this seemed particularly pointless, but it worked. The best part of the Jenny storyline is that it didn’t begin until 32 minutes into the program. And next week, it looks like she and her butch girlfriend get gaybashed and get into a gunfight driving from the Chicago suburbs to LA.

Who else…Kit is going through menopause, Kate Clinton has a hilarious cameo as Bette & Tina’s sex therapist, Kelly Lynch was no where to be seen, Helena has bought a movie studio, Shane’s haircut is better, the whole gang comes up with more funny euphemisms and nicknames for genitalia and sex than I ever previously imagined, and I think this season is going to be fabulous.

Sadly, they haven’t updated the theme song or the opening montage. Maybe they shouldn’t — I’m clearly part of the overwhelming majority of the audience that doesn’t like Jenny or the theme song, but we’re all still watching anyway.

Organic Gala Apples vs Conventional Gala Apples
You already know I’m addicted to gala apples. It turns out that what I’m really addicted to are organic gala apples. Here’s how they’re different:

Conventional Gala Apples: Crunchier, more consistent shape & color, BLAND
Organic Gala Apples: Sometimes funny looking, very distinctive, strong, sweet apple flavor, utterly addictive.

The big ones from Washington State are the best, although the Canadian ones are also yummy.

Anyone want some conventional galas?

How can the baby be pressing down and crushing my large intestine at the same time that he’s trying to kick his way out through my right floating rib?

Sorry, momentary distraction. Long moment, actually. On Friday he’ll be considered "full term" and really and truly, he can come any time he wants to after that. I don’t know if I’ll make it all the way until February 3. Or beyond.

It’s now 3:10. I’m going to try to sleep again.

Fruit & Veg Count, 1/8: 1 gala apple, 1/2 cup carrots    And no jello. (But I did ask Jill to go to Southern Sweets tomorrow and get me another slice of that carmel cake.)