Someone I know from a non-conception-related mailing list just found out she was pregnant a few days ago. When she went to the doctor yesterday, they confirmed that she was indeed pregnant: seventeen weeks along, to be exact. With twins. The poor woman is in shock, and I don't blame her one bit.

Gawrsh, I'm embarassed. I've not been in the "working" circle for, well, ever; school is just a different environment. So I was thrown completely for a loop when both of the other Children's Librarians showed up today with presents. Hey, where I come from, you discuss these things first! If you're going to buy me a present, please tell me ahead of time! Now I feel like the biggest social clod on the face of the earth.

So what did I do? I called my husband, who gets off work before I do, and begged him to find some presents (chocolates, perhaps), pop them into gift bags, and deliver them over here. I'm pathetic.

I bought Eric's presents last night! Now, I can't say what they are, because he reads regularly, but I hope he'll be pleased. It's a little short on romance this year, but I think the gifts will still be enjoyable. In any rate, they're sure to impress his friends.

There, Eric, I gave you a little hint. And for the readers, that one little hint will probably be all he needs to figure out exactly what I got him. No, it's not a particularly revealing hint; he's just that good. One year for his birthday, I got him hermit crabs and an aquarium. He saw me with the paper bag containing the crabs, and was told that it was only part of his gift. When I said I needed to drop the present off at my apartment, he immediately responded, "It's hermit crabs." Naturally, he says it was perfectly simple: the bag needed dropped off, so it was obviously living. Since the other part wasn't there, it must be larger...a-ha! An aquarium! Crabs!

I'm married to Hercule Poirot.

Poor dear struggled vainly over my gift this year. I couldn't help him; I really didn't have any specific suggestions to give. So when we met up after buying the gifts, he simply, sadly said, "I got you a gift receipt to go with it." He thought about a couple of books and a candle, but really didn't want to "punt" like that; he wanted a meaningful gift. I told him I'd love whatever he got me, but he's still very depressed over the whole thing.

Speaking of my husband, he was caught reading my journal at work yesterday. His boss came up behind him, so Eric was forced to explain about online journalling. He attracted a crowd during the explanation, and suffice it to say, he had them all rolling on the floor by the time he got around to showing them my basal body temps. His boss asked, "So you have to check the web to see when you can have sex with you wife?" Har, har.

Kiddie Casanova is back. I just heard him proudly proclaiming, "I'm strong and healthy! If you can't do it [lift a toy puzzle], then I can do it for you." What a card.

I'm off to West Virginia once I get home from work. Those on the notify list may get an update over Christmas, but I can't promise anything. Lots of stories when I get back, though; that, I can most definitely guarantee.