According to the incredibly awesome Mrs. Stacy Squirrel, I am a kick ass blogger, deserving of an award:

I think that’s pretty cool! Especially since today didn’t really feel like a kick ass day. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say that it felt like a day that kicked my ass.

I didn’t manage to fall asleep until about 2 am. Noah woke up at 5, but mercifully went back to sleep. Unfortunately, I didn’t.

Then one of the people at Starbucks gave me a hard time about my caffeinated beverage. Um? And your medical degree is in what exactly? And I hired you to be what kind of health care provider for my pregnancy? Is this cuppa covered by my insurance?

(Honestly, for that one I blame his manager, who gave me an even harder time once when I was about this pregnant with Noah. Jackass.)

On the elevator up to my office, someone asked me if I was having twins.

PUBLIC SERVICE ANNOUNCEMENT: Never, EVER, EVER ask a pregnant woman if she is having twins. If she is and she cares one iota what you think, she will tell you. If she is not, and she probably is not, you have just called her a fat cow. I am pretty sure there is not a woman in the United States who appreciates that.

If you mistakenly ask, do not follow up the negative answer with any variation of “Are you sure?”

My back is killing me.

Jill is in a move panic nesting frenzy and has given away half the crap in our garage. This is +90% good, but for some reason we can’t seem to get her signed up for Freecycle, which means that my personal email has been peppered with inquiries about foam pads, guitars, vases, etc.

For some reason, though, the thing that most made today feel like it kicked my ass is that I found out my favorite pump, the one I recommend to everyone, has gotten a “POOR” rating from the Z Report on BPA in Children’s Feeding Products . And the one I don’t like, that’s twice as expensive, got a top rating.

(I was stalking web sale sites to follow prices, with the optimistic hope that I’ll be returning to work while still nursing Esmerelda Freugenspeigel when I thought to check.)

Naturally that was the day AFTER my recommendation was included as part of my Deep South Moms blog post, so I had to beg someone to edit the post to mention it.

After a day like that, it’s really nice to hear that someone thinks I’m kicking ass.

And just to add to the love, one of the rules of this Kick Ass Blogger award is that I’m supposed to award this 5 other people.

Although I have no small golden statuette to hand off, I say the awards go to:

LesbianDad, for her always thought-provoking posts on parenthood, gender, family, and community, and her amazing photography skills. And for single-handedly keeping LesbianFamily.org alive.

Looky, Daddy!, for writing more humorous posts about poop than any one parent should be able to write, and for being a witty advocate for marriage equality. Would that more married, heterosexual Dads be so sensible.

Hola, Isabel, for her compassionate and honest posts about family and faith, and for her hilarious pictures with everyone else’s eyes blacked out.

Jen and Cait at Addition Problems, for consistently sharing their knowledge, ideas, frustrations, successes, creativity, and breakdowns in the wild world of infertility, pregnancy loss, and parenthood.

Mel of Stirrup Queens and Sperm Palace Jesters, the exciting new site Bridges, and innumerable other cool internet projects. Building supportive connections around emotionally charged issues seems to be a calling for her. And she has as much energy and drive as approximately any 4 other bloggers I know.

Blogger friends, all of you Kick Ass. Thank you and keep up the good work.