I woke up this morning with a start, realizing that if someone asked me to diaper a child then and there, I couldn't do it, at least not well. This is what I get for being the youngest of the youngest. I need to dig back out some books. I suppose I'll be getting a lot of practice soon enough. And I'm guessing very few children have ever died from improper diapering.

I'm in the midst of shower land. My dad's wife threw me a shower in their hometown last Saturday, and the church's is this Saturday. I'm not wild about sitting around opening present after present after present, but man, particularly after having to buy an engine for the car, we need help.

People keep joking about the baby being early. This is not yet funny, any child I would bear right now would go straight to NICU and not come out for weeks.

In other not funny news, a parishioner told me I was getting a double chin. I said, "I can't believe you'd say that to me." He's lucky I didn't call him a jerk... or worse.

I have a friend officiating at her father's funeral today. To make things extra less complicated, she's actually never officiating at a funeral before, and it's not in her tradition either.

I don't think I'm going to be doing the book thing this year. I reached my goal last year--hoorah! I am on good reads, and will probably be keeping that up for anyone who cares.