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Do you know what happened last night? Tre was making pizza for dinner, and he'd mixed up the dough and left it to rise...raise...rise...do its yeasty thing, and I was setting up the baby bed in my bedroom when he went to roll the crust out.

Um...I DO still make dinner sometimes. Not tonight, Max made spaghetti tonight. But other times. You should stop judging me.

Anyhow, there I was, getting the baby bed assembled, and Tre called me to come look at his pizza dough. "Mom, there's BLACK THINGS in the dough," were his exact words, I believe. That's something to get your attention, so I lumbered out to the kitchen to have a look.

Okay, to be honest, Clay was putting the baby bed together. I was giving helpful suggestions, which I think we can all agree is a VITAL part of the assembly process. I know Clay appreciated it.

Tre held out a lump of dough to me, and I pinched off a bit with a speck of black. Close inspection revealed...a bug. I just tried to Google a picture of it, and I threw up in my mouth a little, so you'll have to take my word for it. Use your imagination. There were bugs in the pizza dough, and, as it turns out, bugs in my expensive bread flour.

Look, IT HAPPENS, okay? It doesn't mean that I'm some sort of slovenly huge pregnant woman who lets great billowing mountain ranges of dog hair grow under the couch. I mean, I AM that sort of huge pregnant woman, but just at the moment, and the flour bugs were not my fault. This is my first experience with flour bugs in my long and sordid housekeeping career. In case you're wondering? They're gross. Now stop judging me.

So we pitched the flour and the dough, and I went back to standing helpfully beside Clay as he wrestled with bars and springs and things. In no time, he had that puppy assembled, and he took us all out to dinner. We went to a salad buffet place, which seems like an odd way to describe a restaurant devoted mostly to muffins and pastas and potatoes, but whatev. The kids were thrilled, and we had the most lovely evening. I sat in the middle of my family, Clay on my right, Raphi on my left, Tre and Max across from me. We talked and laughed and everyone ate as much as they could, which took me a while, because I'm all jammed full of baby at the moment, and can't fit very much food in at any one time.

You know, February was sort of a bitch. Pardon me, that was crass. But it's true. There was too much going on around here, and I had too few reserves to deal with it all. But we got through, and here we are in March. As of tonight I am 36w4d pregnant. My family is pretty much happy and okay. Any day now, I'll be holding my daughter. The baby bed is set up, the buggy flour is thrown away, and for the first time in a while I feel like everything will probably be just fine. I still can't take a full breath, but I can breathe.

Bring it on, March.