Chazari posted a photo:

I should explain. As a joke we call the baby Optimus Prime while it’s in the womb. So um, as part of the joke we…um…yeah. I have too much time on my hands.

So this is old news for some people, but there you go. Not much goes on in my life.

The first sign of the apocalypse is upon us because I’m pregnant. I know, run for your lives! I’m due on December 21 which is 4 days before my late Dad’s birthday. AND since my biggest craving has been Fritos–one of Dad’s favorite chips–I expect to give birth to my dad. Hopefully the baby doesn’t come out wearing glasses because I believe that will hurt.

A lot.

Currently, I’m at 13 weeks, the beginning of the second trimester. The morning sickness has been annoying but not terrible. I’m mostly just exhausted and my stomach is sour some of the time. Oh, and I’m always hungry. There are times when I could easily eat the population of Luxembourg and then go to Belgium for seconds. Except when we were in Europe a few weeks ago. In Europe I felt great. It may be all the pork and cabbage I ate. Who knows.

Through all this the Husband has been fabulous. He’s run out at night to get me a brownie when I was dying for one, and hasn’t made too much fun of the weird foods I’ve been craving (like honey and peanut butter sandwiches.) Plus, he hasn’t run away to Canada like he always said he would.

Yet.

I am of course dutifully posting belly pics and ultrasounds for anyone who cares to see.

So be sure to store plenty of water and canned goods in your home to survive the apocalypse when it does come!

My mom had a friend in college named Bob. They lost touch as all college friends tend to do, but after dad died the found each other again and it was like no time had passed. He was (and still is) a good friend of hers and he’s someone I consider family.

Before I continue, I will admit that I’m writing this note with tears in my eyes. I just got an email from Bob, with whom I’m still in loose contact.

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Liz,
I just found this picture and wanted to mail it to you.

A friend of mine in Miami has had a florist business and was an orchid / flower freak that did wonderful work and did hybrids.

He showed this one to me that he had come up with himself and had not named it.

It was named “Ruth-Ellen Rose” after your Mom, of course, by me …. and I think of it now and then.

Thought you might like to see it…

Bob
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I’m touched and honored. I believe she would have loved it.

Here’s her rose. It is beautiful.