Fodderless

My sad lack of posting lately has not been due to a busy schedule. I've just been struggling for blog fodder (blodder?). I guess we've settled into a routine and things are going well for us (AU football notwithstanding). We've got the registry taken care of, the day care lined up, the nursery painted, and the crib assembled. Now what? I guess I need to get life insurance and we need to write a will, but that's boring stuff. My days largely consist of going to work and waiting to have a baby - isn't it a little early in the pregnancy to be thinking "ok, I've had enough, come on out already"? Don't get me wrong, I'm enjoying pregnancy and the excitement of what lies ahead. But it seems like as it drags out, I start thinking less about cute outfits and belly rasberries and more about spit up and sleepless nights (though, thanks to my back, those have already begun). It also amazes me how much I worry already about my kid - the dangerous intersection of University we'll traverse every morning on the way to day care, the black and brown (yes, brown) widows that have made our siding their home, and the scary, scary world we're bringing him/her into (this includes everything from Osama bin Laden to Britney Spears). I guess I need to find a coping mechanism or a hobby. I tried knitting, but even the most simple stitch patterns eluded me (I guess I didn't inherit my mom's amazing ability for crafts). I would love to do photography, but I'm too cheap to keep buying batteries for the camera that sucks the life out of them like it's a digital vampire; and I never actually print out any photos. Maybe I can fill my days by searching for "blodder." Then you wouldn't have to sit through more rambling nonsense like this.