Jigs Up and Identity Tasted

Well, this is a somewhat hilarious "reveal" - because I'm pretty sure the three readers of this blog are all related to me by either blood or law and have known this bit of news for quite. some. time. (not to mention, any stragglers from facebook probably saw my accidental slip of the news back in August), but....

**** overdramatic drumroll please... ***

I'm pregnant!  Due date is January 2nd, which lands me at 24 weeks today.  Cah-razy town.  So far, so good.  The recent purchase of a body pillow greatly changed my life, and I am prepared to declare that no pregnant woman should resist buying one of these IMMEDIATELY - don't wait until your back, hips and shoulders are completely and utterly shot by trying to sleep "the old way" because it just. doesn't. work.

Yes, I'm into randomly over-punctuating my sentences.  I wonder if it's because I am treating myself to Philz coffee today and relishing the surge of artificial energy.  Yes, I've decided to be a mildly realistic variation of pregnant lady and do drink a cup of coffee when I am able to treat myself to something worthwhile (which Philz undeniably just IS) - though I proudly went the whole first trimester and a few weeks into the second before bringing this caffeinated delight back into my life.  I also have a glass of wine here and there.  And it's marvelous.

So, sleep advice and randomly charged opinions about coffee and wine with undertones of rebellion against the whole "pregnant-women-must-live-according-to-often-overblown-paranoia-for-fear-of-the-paralyzing-guilt-if-anything-goes-wrong thing"...  I think I'm officially a blogger now (and I'm writing from a trendy coffee shop in San Francisco! On a MacBook Pro!  ...and the cliches keep rolling in！♬♪)

Oh fine, you twisted my arm, I'll include a few pictures of my progression and really seal the deal on my new bored-lady-with-dreams-of-writing-turns-blogger identity (but only if you promise not to look too long at the last one, in which I look a little like a sad, tired, squashed fish.  Alas.

14 weeks and still willing to show my arms.  A questionable decision.

16 weeks and wizened up about the upper arm complex that can arise from a well-intentioned photo.

23 weeks: big, wise (?), and TIRED.

Dirty Thirty Wine & Adventures

We've been lucky in SF to have visitors coming through - most recently we were honored to host the esteemed William C. White on none other than his 30th birthday.  The clever boy hopped three timezones to put off the big leap from his youth (*wink*) as long as possible, but alas - time keeps on slippin' slippin' slippin' ♪♬ and on the big day we head up to wine country to celebrate properly.

The man himself:

Our fearless and awesomely informed/connected leader:

Lunch at O'Brien vineyard - a bit warm, but utterly heavenly!

And many thanks to Robyn - we even had cake and candles!

Teamwork!

"Sorry.  Not beautiful enough." - Will C. White (via Instagram, one of several apps in which the man of the weekend inspired me to get moderately more involved)

We didn't do too many "touristy" things (other than, you know - wine country - with Will, but don't be alarmed, we did get a classic shot with the Golden Gate Bridge:

In the next few days, we kept ourselves adventurous (especially the boys - keep reading), and creatively kept the theme of wine rolling for our "hike" in Lands End.

Our special style:

And finally, the boys jumped at the opportunity to take a paddle board yoga class when Robyn told them about it - though they didn't initially realize they were signing up for a "performance" version for America's Cup (a "sailing regatta match" that excites San Franciscans to no end).  Instead of the calm, glasslike bay at Sausalito, they were in the marina on the SF coast.  But alas, they did great - both survived to tell the tale!

Doesn't he look natural?

Doesn't he look like he's having fun?

Utkatasana or praying for dear life, Kei?

"As far as I'm concerned, God made the ocean for BOATS.  And he made boats for COCKTAILS." - Will C. White

Happy birthday, Will!

Yellowstone - the Rugged Blogger Way

Look!  She's still alive!  I'm a terrible blogger for many reasons, but chiefly to blame is my tendency to try to be clever or have something particularly interesting to say (a rarity, I dare admit), edit my writing incessantly, repeatedly disappoint my desire to learn to edit photos, and on and on and on...  But, to get myself back out there on this blog, here's a totally unedited, unsorted, uncommented on mess of pictures from our recent adventures in Yellowstone!

xx