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January 29, 2000 --- 8:50 PM EST

Cool, someone told me in the guestbook that someone out there makes chapstick stuff on a string necklace thing. (Jason's Natural Cosmetics.)Yay! Is that not awesome?!

I haven't seen it at my Whole Foods but I must find some of that brand somewhere locally now that I know what it looks like. I was beginning to wonder if I ought to stick some adhesive velcro to my my forehead and the other part to the bottom of this little lip balm tin and --shtwoook! -- there!

Meanwhile, me and my new track pants and Paul went to the Magic Kingdom and we just got home. Had a nice time. Only three or four more times to go to earn back the cost of the annual passes. Two parks down, two to go! Yay! I am voting for Animal Kingdom next because I don't want to leave the animal park til summer. Too hot, too stinky, too ick.

I kept seeing all these people walking around Frontier Land with these huge hunks of what? Smoked turkey drumsticks? Some kind of poultry. But they were HUGE and it looked utterly barbaric. Someone had thrown one on the ground and these birds were picking at the bone and tearing shreds of flesh off in stringy looking bits. Yuck! Paul was grossed out too and he eats meat! I can't begin to describe how big these hunks were, nor how greasy looking, nor how the people just....smacked. They kept slurping and smacking, it gave me the woolies seeing people smacking waving these big bone hunks in their hands. I didn't even want to try to eat in Frontier Land. We ended up at Tomorrow Land for both lunch and dinner.

I had a Boca Burger for lunch with fries. Not ultra low-fat there with fries, but at least vegan. This was the sole vegan option at the sole cafe (What was it? Cosmic Cafe? Something like that.) that even offered anything vegan on the entire property! That was the pits. Dinner was cheese pizza from the Something Pavilion next door with the cheese semi-picked off. (Did I get it all?) Pathetic options.

Definitely do NOT go to any Disney park for the food. I should have done what I did when we went to Epcot and packed a lunch and dinner of my own. Man, it was terrible in the food department even if the rides were as fun as we remember them. Epcot had veg*n friendlier food than Magic Kingdom. We should have hopped on the monorail and gone over there to eat! Bleah.

I drank all the water I brought and had to buy this dinky $2 bottle of water. That's terrible. The fountain water tasted like garden hose water -- metallic or plastic kinda. It was too weird. Oh, did I mention park food was horrendously expensive too? You knew that? Ok.

Had fun on Tom Sawyer Island playing tag and with some kids and scaring each other in the caves and got to ride Big Thunder Mountain although we skipped Splash and Space Mountains. Haunted House is always a fav and we got to see our coworker Adam at his weekend job on the Jungle Boat cruise. He cracked us up. Electric Parade was groovy and we skipped out during the fireworks and took the ferry boat back to parking.

Sometime in the afternoon though, Paul wanted to take a break because he wore his suede fringe-y frontier boots and they weren't very supportive after a few hours of walking around. So we sat by the twirling tea cups in Fantasy Land and I was watching all the kids go buy. More than half those children were overweight. Not like "baby fat" chubby as kids will be, but seriously overweight. What business does a 8-year-old looking kid have with a super protruding belly and love handles!? So young!

This makes me sad. Kids grow so much in such a small amount of time -- their nutrition needs to be carefully seen to. They learn their habits for a lifetime then. Changing them later is hard.

Speaking of kids...

We were taking a shower before we left and while sudsing up we were talking about Roe vs. Wade (anniversary this month) and birth control and conceiving and kids and all this jazz.

"It feels weird," Paul mused.

"What?"

"That there aren't any borders left between us and having kids anymore."

"Yow!" Me dropping the soap.

"Before it was like -- no, after college, no, after we move out of flats and into a house, no, after we have better finances. Now it's different. It's not ideal, but it's weird..."

"...because if we had an accident happen instead of immediately driving to get an ECP we'd have to sit on for a few hours to decide whether or not to just go ahead and have one earlier than planned?"

"Yeah."

"Yow! Very weird!"

So here I am starting at www.babycenter.com looking at nutritional/pre-conception information. I pretty much figured we'd both have to try to get fitter, eat better, he'd have to quit smoking and his soda habit, I'd have to get to target weight being doing any baby dancing in the bedroom. We also have to build the iguana aviaries in the yard and make the patio doable for wintering the pets because I can't have them in the house with a baby. Deal with maybe adding another room to the house or moving his music stuff to the living room.

So there is still so much to talk about! Opinions, ideas, thoughts.

But while buying a crib can wait til practically the last few weeks of a pregnancy, I can't procrastinate on some of the other stuff like sound nutrition background if I chose to get pregnant. So here I am staring at this junk years ahead of schedule thinking, "Oh, God. What the hell is this about folic acid?! What about being vegan with a baby-minded future? Ought I buy Rose Elliot's books now?! What about feeding babies vegan?"

Definitely must see a dietitian!

Let's say the very earliest I would want to be running around with AstropheKid is around 27-28. This means the earliest I'd want to even think of conceiving is 26-27. Before I started thinking about conceiving, I'd like to be at target weight and maintaining it for at least a year, so like what? 25?

I am going to be 25 in eight months.

Yow!

Not that I am going to have spasms, if things don't work out exactly to the letter there. I wouldn't mind waiting longer before doing that BabyLand thing. Like when I am 30 or so. It won't freak me out to not be quite perfectly at target weight by the time we are wanting to conceive.

But jeez. Why this wild desire to go jog a few miles all of a sudden and crochet a baby afghan this minute?!

Yeah, I know.

Don't everyone say it all together now.

I'm ripe, and I stink!

~Astrophe