I am sitting here humming the song that calls the aliens in "Close Encounters of Third Kind." I wonder how old my girls will have to be before they can see that movie. (Yes. we don't know what the passengers are yet, but I thought "my girls" and thus wrote it.) I always ask Jeff this question, "how old do they have to be before they can watch this?" And he usually says 8 or 9 and I usually say 4 or 5. This was the answer to "how old do they have to be before they can watch Buffy on DVD." I said 5 and he said 9. I was shocked! 9! Jeff was like, "it is full of sex"! But I was like, "but it is funny and has good storytelling"! I want my kids to understand humor and good storytelling more than I care about them seeing sex on TV. I am going to be the weirdest mom. We already decided that we aren't going to regulate bad language too much. I remember my parents sending me out of the room whenever Edie Murphy was on the TV. Lame. Language doesn't bother me. Perhaps it will when I have a 5 year old telling her sister to "F**K off". Haha.

I do think I am going to have a problem knowing what is appropriate for children. I just feel like my kids are going to be little people and shouldn't be shielded from things. It might also be my reaction to that whole, moral America Republican Party BS. Like remember when Guilliani or whoever was all upset about that Madonna (religious one, not lame old singing one) painting with the dung and butts all over it or whatever? I saw that painting in London on vacation this year. And it was so boring that I nearly walked past it twice before I realized it was the "infamous" one. I mean. It isn't a great work of art not because it defaces the holy mother or whatever but because it is well, kinda obvious. How many people in America would let their 5 year olds see that painting? Not many, I would assume. But for me, it is kinda pedestrian and if it was at a gallery with other cool stuff, I wouldn't hesitate to let my kids see it.

I guess I just feel like there is a big difference between the thoughtful presentation of certain material and recklessly allowing your kids to see whatever is available. This is all very easy for me to talk about since I don't have the passengers here yet, I suppose. END PARENTING RANT. :)

So, pregnancy update. My bottom tummy (you fat girls know what I am talking about, yes, some of us have two tummies) is starting to get really hard. A normal fat tummy is kinda jiggley and soft. But my bottom tummy where the passengers live is getting so firm. Both tummies seem to be finally inching towards each other to form one. And my boobs just get bigger and bigger. This morning in the shower, I saw the shadow of my boobs and thought, my god, I look like a porn star. This reminded me of the time in my senior year of high school when I was working at the movie theater and a boy from school came up to me and said, "If you lost some weight, you could be a porn star with those boobs." To this, I said, "Thanks for the career advice." Who says that kind of thing to someone? Anyway. Boobs=huge. Tummies=merging and so full of squirming babies. Dizziness=bad except when I eat Luna bars or boiled eggs all day.