Over the weekend, I finished and turned in the long behemoth of a story I've been working on for the past few months. It felt so good to get that behind me — I literally felt pounds lighter as I bounced down the basement stairs to tell Steve: "Guess what I just did!" And I didn't mention this earlier, but I did end up getting an interview with the company founder. It was actually on my birthday, of all things fitting! The company's PR agency called around lunchtime and said, "We understand you'd like to speak with Mr. X. Well, he's actually in his office for the next hour if you can do it." Yes, Daniel was running around with a big blow-out practically leaking out of his pants, but at least he was quiet for the 20 minutes I needed, and he didn't do anything crazy like unplug the computer or stick his finger in a socket.
What a great Superbowl game! (The end of it, anyway — I didn't watch it all.) As a former Mississippi resident, I'm not immune to the Manning Mystique, and it was so exciting to see Eli Manning lead the Giants to victory just a year after his brother Peyton did it with the Colts. What an amazing touchdown pass to Paxico Burris with less than a minute to go in the game! Part of me wished the Packers had made it to the Superbowl this year, but this game was an exciting end to the season anyway.
Steve and I had been talking all week about going to our precinct caucuses tonight and voting for a democratic candidate. But when it came down to game time, we were tired, and we reasoned that since one of us supports Hillary and the other supports Obama, we would have cancelled each other out. So we stayed home and had a late dinner and gave Daniel a bath. Steve got back from the gym just now and reported that his brother-in-law and sister did go, and it was apparently very chaotic and unorganized. So I think we made the sane choice.
I'm 32 weeks along in my pregnancy, and baby is doing well. He's lying a little sideways, and I hope he gets his head back down in the next four weeks so he can come out facing the right direction. For now, the midwife says, he has plenty of room and plenty of fluid, and he's just having a good old time.