I got this from my best friend's blog...

I thought it was pretty interesting. Aside from the first one, they are pretty dang accurate, really. All things considered, I am rather predictable and boring:

The Keys to Your Heart

You are attracted to those who are unbridled, untrammeled, and free.

In love, you feel the most alive when things are straight-forward, and you're told that you're loved.

You'd like to your lover to think you are loyal and faithful... that you'll never change.

You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic.

Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with.

Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment.

You think of marriage as something precious. You'll treasure marriage and treat it as sacred.

In this moment, you think of love as commitment. Love only works when both people are totally devoted.

What Are The Keys To Your Heart?

Only of interest to you parents...

We finished the nursery this week. We wanted something different and not cutesy - little bears and nursery rhyme themes make me gag. And we wanted something we weren't just going to have to repaint in a couple of years. So, we went with the Hawaiian thang (no surprise to anyone who knows us).

Well, to save space, Kris and I made this drop-down changing table (he got the idea while sitting in the restroom at Babies 'R Us, go figure) shaped like a boogie board. He did the construction work; I am just the painter.

Here it is, folded up:



And here it is folded down and ready to go:



Boring to all of you folks sans kids, but we are pretty proud of it. When he gets past that poopy-diaper stage, we will lower it and he can use it as a desk.

Woohoo.

I am going out today to get a beach scene poster to hang above it, and then the room is done. If my family back in New York every come up with the swing they said they were getting him, everything will be ready and waiting for the big day. D Day.

I am a whale!

I want to make it until next Friday. Really. That will put me EXACTLY at week 36. But after that, Harry is welcome to come ANY DAMN TIME he wants.

I have gained 32 pounds - UGH! That is out of the max of 35 that I set myself so that I could lose it all (plus some) after the baby. That means in five more weeks, I can only gain 3 more! Sooooooo - if he comes early, I won't have to have suffer.

The baby has definitely dropped. I started feeling his little head in my hip bones a few days ago, and, man oh man, can you tell. Can't pick up anything. Can't lift anything. Can't walk. All I do is whine, whine, whine. And, ask my friends, of my myriad of faults (I am not self-deceived about 'em), I am not generally a whiner.

It has been a bit of a struggle to keep up with work and the SCA, but I am treading water. I have managed to answer most of the critical email. I have got a few things I have to get out today, and I will handle those when I get home. I had to call my best friend Wednesday and tell her that there are some folks complaining about something they think she hasn't done. Typically, they are bitching without taking it to her to let her fix it first, but that's pretty much how life goes.

I think the problem is that folks cut slack for some people and not others. Lyz is not somebody people cut slack for. She is a complete force of nature - crazy, pink, ultra-girly, did I mention CRAZY? Very in-your-face take-me-or-leave-me. In short EVERYTHING that I am not. All right, except the in-your-face part. I love her to death, but I know that she is just one of those folks that does NOT engender neutral opinions. However, I don't make a habit of apologizing to anyone who I choose as my friends. All I know is that she has never let me down.

But more on my friends later. I have to run before I am late for work AGAIN.

DAMN this pregnancy-brain!

First post - AGAIN!

This is my second attempt at a first post. I screwed up the edit last time and lost the whole bloody thing (sigh). Unfortunately, I don't think I have the will to repeat the whole shebang, so this will be the Reader's Digest Version.

I started this Blog while waiting for my first son, Hieronymus Gabriel Koenig, to be born. The name is a long story. We are calling him Harry for short. We really aren't cruel parents. Really.

By we, I mean my husband, Kris, and I. I am lucky enough to be married to the most fabulous guy in the universe. I know lots of people say that, but I like to think in my case, it is actually true. He's a big guy, and I mean a REALLY BIG guy. Almost 7' and over 300 lb. It actually looks good on him. He has a sense of humor and an ego to match. Surprisingly, the ego looks good on him, too. He looks pretty much like a pro wrestler, but he is an IT geek for Tulane. Here he is doing his Morpheus impression (credit to Chip Talbert for photo):



Now, me, I shouldn't be throwing around the term geek. I definitely have the creds myself. I am a research Biochemist specializing in infectious disease (PhD Missouri, 2000) working for the federal government. Can't really get much geekier than that. IT people fall asleep when I tell them what I do.

Anyway, we live in a suburb of New Orleans, a city which I have this love-hate relationship with. It is the most incredible mix of old Europe and Third World country and it absolutely gets under your skin after a while. We hope we never have to leave.

Oh, did I mention we hit each other with sticks for a hobby? Kris and I are both armored fighters in the Society for Creative Anachronism . This is me in action (again, thanks to Chip):



We will be Coronated as the First King and Queen of the brand-new Kingdom of Gleann Abhann this October 1. The new Kingdom will cover the area including Louisiana, Arkansas, Mississippi, and a tiny slice of Tennessee and Kentucky.

But the big news is still Harry. We are incredibly excited that he is about to make his appearance in five short weeks or less. We are putting the finishing touches on his room this week - pics to come soon! As I am tired of being huge, swollen and in pain, the sooner the better.