At 11:13am (MST) I turned 39. Kay and I are celebrating by doing things we won't get to do again once StormyD shows up! That is: sleeping in, going to a fabulous dinner (last night at Corso 32) and a movie tonight (Ender's Game). 

>>Small but important aside here: Ender's Game is Kay's favourite book. Unfortunately the author, Orson Scott Card, believes that "laws against homosexuality should remain on the books...to send a clear message that those who flagrantly violate society's regulation of sexual behavior cannot be permitted to remain as acceptable, equal citizens within that society". I believe he is referring to the laws and members

 
I like naming things. From my cats Velvet (I was 9 and she was soft!), Sammer (she seemed like a Sam) and Willow (I was a burgeoning lesbian with a certain vampire-slayer sidekick on the mind) to my cars Jean-Luc (was white and bald), Rorge (sounded like a Jetson car), Jango (looked like a blue Mandalorian helmet) and Jedi (a Jetta!), finding the proper name for something has always been very important to me. Indeed, as a palaeontologist, I spent far more time looking into etymology than I did researching the functional morphology upon which my thesis was based.

 
I haven't purchased a Slurpee in about 15 years! Two days ago I got a series of texts requesting one. "I really want one! :)"

So, I found myself in Mac's (which actually calls them Frosters) contemplating whether a bucket-sized container of ice and syrup would be enough. We shall see how long this craving lasts.
I desire
And I crave
~Fragment 10; translated by Julia Dubnoff
 
They say that pregnant women experience vivid dreams. This seems to be a function of funky hormones as well as better dream recall due to frequent waking (if the baby moves or the bladder calls).

 
Today, we got the official news! My wife is pregnant. Love for this not-yet-whole being has already shaken my heart so why not blog about it! 

For part of our honeymoon, my wife and I went to the beautiful Island of Lesbos (how awesomely cliche?!). Lesbos is the birthplace of Sapphoa wonderfully romantic Greek poet from 6th century BCE who partook in the love of women (a very good choice, if you ask me). For each posting, I am going to attempt to attach a quote from one of Sappho's pieces. We shall see how it goes!! 

It has been quite a journey to get here so please feel free to follow the story of our adventure into motherhood as it unfolds. 
Love shook my heart
Like the wind on the mountain
rushing over the oak trees.

— trans. Josephine Balmer, Poems & Fragments, 1984