Mmmm...my dreadlocks smell like fresh peppermint. Take THAT, you damn stereotypes!

The ONLY thing I regret about eloping is not having a bridal shower. THAT kind of seems like fun, especially the part where people give you kitchen toys.

My boss figured out I was pregnant the second I turned down one of her famous kahlua and coffee milkshakes. Secondary confession: I freaking love my boss.

This Christmas, I got my dad a puppy. This is not a "surprise" gift; he had been planning on adopting a hunting dog to raise for a long time. I just paid for it and picked the lil girl out. I've never seen him so happy. Mom says he was like this when they brought my sister and I home too. I was getting all misty eyed about the fact that I was so lucky to see my dad act like this and I realized...just wait till he meets his grandson.

Winter quarter started monday. This is the first time in 2 years that I haven't been in a kitchen at some point in my week. I'm not even supposed to be cooking my own meals. God, I feel so homesick. I miss Kendall. I miss my chefs. I miss my friends. I miss food.

One of my biggest coping methods is to NEVER stop. I worked for as long as possible, went to classes up until my bedrest kicked in, and now I'm doing online classes. My life doesn't stop just because there's a thing inside me that needs to come out...two things inside me means I needed to slow down. A lot. But never stop. This is the best advice I can give to anyone dealing with anything major: never stop. Slow down as much as you need to, but never stop living your life.

My online Spanish class requires me to go on Skype with the webcam and the mic twice a week. My confession is that I always do something cute with my hair and put makeup on for it. Yo soy muy vanidoso e inseguro y echo de menos ser capaz de mirar bastante para la gente. No tengo que salir más, por lo que esta es la forma en que estoy frente.

The baby just kicked hard enough to scare the hell out of the cat!

I hate the concept of "unless you've had something horrifically tragic happen, you can't complain." I think that's bullshit. Because who DOES get to complain? Me? I have cancer. I also have access to treatment centers, modern medicine, people who love me and want to see me well. That's better than what most people with cancer have. So does that mean I should "suck it up?" Never complain? Never fear or doubt? I have as much right to bitch now and then as anyone else. YOU have the right to bitch now and and then. Your problems are valid, and your feelings significant. Bitch on, bitches!

I really wish I could drop everything and just go to Australia and help.

Can I just say that my polyamorous lifestyle is WHY I'm capable of doing this whole thing? While I sip poison through a tube in my chest, my girlfriend, her girlfriend, and my husband's manfriend's wife (confused yet???) do all the fussing over cribs and carseats that would break my brain if I tried to do it right now. My husband's manfriend helped him paint the Dude's room and put furniture together. Someone is always there when I need help, and someone is always there when that someone needs help too. WE are expecting a baby, and WE are so excited about this little addition to the tribe.

I kept my last name when we got eloped at the courthouse, but we agreed that when we have kids, we would change our last names to a new, unified family name and have a little celebration party thing. Well...there's probably not going to be a party and now apparently my mother in law is VERY upset about it. She can't imagine why I might be unwilling to make the effort to do this. She honestly has no idea. My husband has tried to enlighten her, but she still doesn't really have a grasp on it. She continues to insist that we have a "proper wedding" for the sake of our families. Haha. Ha. Ha. Ha.