Jan
21
Initial henna photos: the bellying
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Not that I’m assuming you were on the edge of your seat on this henna belly business or anything, but in case you WERE interested, just a tiny bit, here’s how the design turned out:
(OH HAI MY GIGANTOR BELLY IS GOING TO EAT YOU MONCH MONCH MONCH)
I think the artist did an amazing job, especially considering how often STP kicked and squirmed during the whole process.
It took about an hour, and it was oddly relaxing — almost like a massage. She used wonderful-smelling essential oils and the sensation of the henna dispenser thingie was like having someone lightly trace your skin with their fingernail. This is how the artwork looked right after she finished it, the dark inky part will flake off and leave a much lighter auburnish tone. I plan to take more pictures at that point, but thought I’d capture the fresh-henna look because it’s almost as pretty as the final result.
Yes, that’s the letter D in the middle of the design, but I’m not telling what it stands for. Maybe it has to do with Smalltopus’s name, maybe it’s a secret message from me to the baby, maybe it just means DORK.
Jan
21
Caps lock MENUDO!
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WEEKEND UPDATE
I saw Cloverfield and now I know what that mysterious monster looks like and you don’t. Nyah.
Well, unless you’ve seen it too. In which case, welcome, Elite Monster-Viewing Secret Society Member. That thing was fucked UP, wasn’t it?
My moviegoing partners in crime were Mona and Ashley, who thankfully stuck out the entirety of the POV-shaking film with me, even though Ashley preemptively announced that she’d had to leave The Blair Witch Project due to all the camera movement and Mona has since confessed that during Cloverfield she wasn’t entirely sure of the fate of her popcorn container (Treat-Dispensing Box, or Useful Hork Receptacle?). I had my own moment right as the film began where I thought, oooh, should have brought Dramamine, but I got used to it pretty quickly and ultimately decided that’s what made the film so money, baby, it’s the fact that the camera is always swinging around and giving you tantalizing glimpses of the horror and mayhem and you’re absolutely glued to the screen because you want SO GODDAMN BADLY to see what’s going on.
Having seen I Am Legend and now Cloverfield in the space of a few weeks, I feel very strongly that anyone living in Manhattan should have a comprehensive escape plan in the event of 1) a plaguelike zombie-ish infestation, or 2) a large, building-destroying monster. Perhaps you could buy a helicopter or three, is what I’m saying. Although as both these movies have shown, a helicopter is by no means a foolproof means of escape . . . . hmmm. Personal jet pack, maybe? Speed-dial set to Sir Richard Branson? Cyanide tooth capsule for the worst case scenario (which in the case of Cloverfield, those of you who have seen it and also know about one of my personal phobias [no spoilers, now] can probably guess at which point I’d be chomping away for the sweet, sweet release of death — yeah, right about when that night vision revealed the you-know-whats)?
In other weekend movie news, this time from the Netflix category, I give two solid thumbs down to Sunshine. You may think, Danny Boyle and Alex Garland, how can it possibly go wrong? And the answer is, in many, many irritating, suspension-of-belief-stretched-beyond-all-limits and Freddy Kruger-ish ways.
PREGNANCY NEWS
Still pregnant. Whew, I guess. Except also: moooooooo.
SPEAKING OF PREGNANCY
After being totally inspired by these images, I searched around on Google for a Seattle henna artist, found one, and scheduled for her to come out to my house this afternoon and paint my giant belly. I’m weirdly excited about it and hope the results make for some good keepsake photos. I will of course share the outcome with you after I get some pictures, because I’m sure you’re just dying to see what it looks like when you henna a large white manatee.
TWO MORE DAYS
I have today off from work because it’s a holiday and so I only work two days this week. Then I go on maternity leave. This seems craaaaaazy and I keep wondering what I’m going to do with all this time off and then I remember: oh yeah.
WITCH’S TIT, COLD AS
The weather has plunged into unusually frigid temperatures — unusual for the mild Pacific Northwest, anyway — and I am bemoaning the fact that not one single coat I own can be closed over my protruding midsection. One of JB’s fleeces can be zipped up, but just barely — the sensation of being so snugly contained is oddly claustrophobic and I have to keep clawing it open to “breathe”. It would be stupid to buy a maternity coat now, so I’ve been making use of strategically draped scarves, which cascade down over my huge belly which sticks straight out from all of my too-small coats. This is just as awesomely fashionable as it sounds.
LASTLY
Can you believe I live with these nutbars? Man. And soon there will be three of them.
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