Everyone, I think, develops a momentary QVC weakness. I tend to watch for hours on the day after Thanksgiving, usually for the food gifts, which I send to just about everyone. They have great prices on really fun food stuff, like candy apples and big honking boxes full of steak.

Other people certainly have it worse than me - I know one person who used to stay up or wake up at midnight, turn on QVC to see the the item of the day, in case she wanted to buy it. I don’t do that.

But by far my biggest weakness on QVC? Bare Escentuals. I am all over that show like a rock star on free vicodin. I use the foundation and it’s about the only thing I can put on my skin that won’t give me mega honking breakouts 2 days later. And all I’ve bought is the foundation kit - but do I tune in and watch the lip liner and the eye shadow and the what the hell ever else? Oh yes. I am all into the 3-piece wearable lip liner, the bare Vitamins, all of it, even though I won’t buy even one of them.

Srsly. It’s like crack on QVC.

Still cracking me up: Murray Wiggle, with his guitar, right before “Play Your Guitar with Murray,” is chatting with the audience about playing the guitar, and all the songs the Wiggles play on the guitar.

“Like this one” - and he starts playing “Stairway to Heaven,” which of course cracks all the parents up. Except my mother in law who didn’t know what it was. And of course you know what Hubby did, right?

Threw his head back and yelled, ‘FREEEEEEEBIIIIIIIIIIIRRRRRRD!’

I totally drank the Kool-Aid this weekend - I bought a MomAgenda.

Seriously. PAPER. It’s PAPER.

Even my mother-in-law was like, ‘You went back to a planner on PAPER? Seriously?! WHY?!’

I think this is like car makers deciding that everyone should walk. Only much less environmental, all this paper I’m using. But so far, I like it. 

Freebird LOVED the Wiggles. I swear, he didn’t blink ONCE in 90 minutes, and even Hubby and I had a good time. It helps that the people on stage are clearly having a good time, and that they are interested and aware of the audience. At one point, they were going to turn the lights down to sing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star,” and they warned parents ahead of time that it was going to be dark, so they could keep an eye on the kids dancing in the aisles and in front of the stage. The different band members ran all over the arena, reading signs that people held up, even in the higher rows away from the stage. It was very, very well done, and entertaining for all the kids in the audience.

But Freebird’s reaction was the best part. He took turns sitting on my lap, Hubby’s lap, and Hubby’s mother’s lap, eating his snacks and literally staring at the stage. I am not kidding - he didn’t blink once. And then he went home and took a nap. Since we had to wake him up from a nap to go to the show, I think he might be wondering if it was all a dream he had in between naps.

Either way, it was the best 90 minutes, just watching him be completely transfixed by the show. 

Be Ye Warned: herein be tales of poop. 

I have written to letters to Lands’ End since they discontinued their maternity line just prior to my needing maternity clothes. Letter #1 and Letter #2 were written as I tried to find better clothing options. I’ve written them one last letter now that my entire wardrobe is pretty much everything I’ve bought from Lands’ End.

Dear Lands’ End:

I’ve written you nice folks twice before in response to your decision to discontinue your maternity line of clothing. Now that I’m in the last few weeks of pregnancy, I wanted to let you know that your decision, it continues to cause me great discomfort.

If I had to rank the discomfort on a scale of pregnancy ailments, I’d say the lack of Lands’ End maternity clothing ranks much, much higher than swollen feet, slightly higher than consistent heartburn, but is still less than the discomfort of being unable to roll over in my sleep without feeling like I’m trying to steer a cruise ship.

And speaking of cruise ship, I look like I have one attached to my abdomen. I am, depending on how you look at it, fortunate or unfortunate enough to carry this pregnancy exactly as I did my pregnancy with my son - all out front. I am as a big as a barn, if barns were large, round and stuck out a foot or more in front of you.

As a result, finding clothing that is comfortable, versatile, and appropriate for work, from Casual Fridays to The President is Here Mondays, is a challenge since most of the pants and tops that fit me a month or so ago will no longer stay pulled down or pulled up. I’m continually readjusting my clothing and my maternity wardrobe has been reduced again by half because I refuse to wear clothing that requires my constant attention. I can’t see my own feet and can’t tell if my socks and shoes match, so I’ll be darned if I’m going to worry as to whether my shirt has slid up to rest on my ribcage while I wasn’t looking.

At the end of my pregnancy with Freebird, I was suddenly unable to read on the bus without getting very nauseated. Usually I have no problems reading in a moving vehicle. I could probably read on a roller coaster if I had to. But the combo of baby movement plus early morning plus reading? Not good.

Problem is, the bus ride in and out of Manhattan is my reading time, and given my “other job,” I need that reading time! So I think it’s time I switch over to books on Mp3 and load up the iPod. I hope this works - it’s going to be a challenge to remember what I listened to, since my method of marking books to target passages I need to reference in the review won’t work on an mp3. I don’t think they dog-ear very well.