Have you hugged your blog today?

Okay, I'm a bad blogger. And I can't even be original and claim blogger's block, since another delinquent blogster I know has just dedicated a long overdue post of his own to such topic.

In my defense:

1. I am in New York, spending 12-hour days in the archives, trying desperately to get my dissertation research done before I'm too pregnant to move.

2. I have actually started several posts. Interesting, thought provoking posts, even. I just never finished them. I know, this doesn't bode well for the dissertation.

I will endeavor to be a better blogger. Really. In the meantime, I will leave you with this brief gem:

Recently, in an attempt to address the weird aches and pains that seem to accompany the disappearance of my waist as I once knew it, I attended a pre-natal yoga class. Instead of just doing yoga, which is what I wanted, we began with "sharing." The topic for our share-fest was nesting, that mythical condition that supposedly sends pregnant women into flurries of house cleaning, nursery-decorating, and diaper acquisition. So, I sit there with all of these straight, married women, listening to them talk about how pregnancy has suddenly compelled them to bake casseroles all of the time, and about how this makes them feel like "real women," and all I can think is, even here, even in this moment of supposed sisterhood, I still feel like such an outsider.

I'm not complaining. I don't want to nest. I hate casserole. And I have no interest in being straight, or married, or demanding, in a fit of hormonal rage, that my husband paint the kitchen ceiling RIGHT NOW. But for those of you who think that being pregnant will suddenly make you feel like you have SO MUCH in common with other women, I've got to tell you, for me at least, it just ain't so...

And on that cheerful note, I leave you, with promises of more posts as soon as I escape from the archives.