Pregnancy Arm Rash… Again

Hmm… yum, yep, that’s my wonderful pregnancy arm rash rearing its pretty head.

Or as I like to call it, Arm Acne. Not as bad as with Vivien, but lately it’s been driving me nuts. This hot itchy feeling wakes me up at 2 a.m., and I am ripping into my arm. I sleep with the window open for maximum cool ’cause as a Chinese doctor told me when I was carrying Vivien, “You have too much heat.” (It’s much worse to have this in the summer.)

But even when the itching stops when Junior Fab is born, I will have more scars on my already scarred up arms. I know, not the worst thing that can happen to your body… not like a wicked tear… ouch. But I sure would like something that would take these scars off. Gosh, if I was a teen I wouldn’t leave the house… no wonder I’m such a fan of sleeves and spray tans.
On the other spectrum of body art is this Obama nail.

I got it done for my show. It’s a cool method called Minx. It’s like a piece of foil with a picture on it. It doesn’t stink like acrylics and lasts a fair bit. The Obama nails were very popular around the 20th. It’s cool, but isn’t it still nail art??

Names for Boys

When you don’t want to name your baby boy David or Zeus, what is the sweet-spot for choosing his name? We are struggling with this one, as I am expecting a boy, and I feel like I have to tear through school rosters so I don’t pick a super-trendy name. My favorite is when people suggest I use a family name, like someone from past generations. Ha! A name from one of the esteemed former racists and alcoholics of generations past? One of them? We aren’t the Mountbattens!

On Momversation: Politics and Family

I’ve just started a new project in addition to Cool Mom – Momversation, a video show and website for moms. In our first video, I’m gabbing with some other mom-bloggers, including Heather of dooce.com, about politics; specifically, what to do when you and your loved ones disagree on politics.

Weekend in New Orleans

Well, the boogie weekend wound up being pretty fun. I reconnected with the man who claims to be my husband. We actually went out with adult friends both nights and DIDN’T TALK ABOUT KIDS. It was good that some of them don’t have children. I could feel my brain opening up. We bagged out of the Tales of the Cocktail for the weekend. I went to one seminar on Friday and yes, a seminar about booze can be really boring. Even when it’s about hooch, people, you need to involve the audience. They all sound like Ben Stein.

Mark Peel and Daphne Brogdon in New Orleans

Since Mark works most nights, it was a treat to be out with him. I also enjoyed the heat because I could wear my new maxi dress. This is a trend I am partaking in. (I am a firm believer in picking and choosing your trends; Uggs and Crocs went on without me.) It’s also remarkably similar to the dress I wore when I was 6 (in the ’70s), the first time I went to New Orleans.

Rue de la Course mug

I had the best mocha ever at the cafe Rue de la Course on Magazine Street, hence the photo to record the moment. And I made Mr. Fancy-Pants Chef chow on the fried wonders of a beignet. Yum.

Mark Peel enjoys a beignet

Honestly, the New Orleans I saw, French Quarter and Uptown, looked better than when I visited 10 years ago to eat nutria for the Dr. Dean Edell Show. Seemed like there were fewer drunks bugging this time, but back then I was usually walking alone. Our friends who live there had many Katrina horror stories, but they were glad to see tourism was up.

New Orleans is great but I did, however, take issue with the excessive air conditioning. It was hot out, but why the deep freeze indoors? Really uncomfortable. I met one lady who liked it. She said, “It’s an antidote to hot flashes!” My friend Beth came in from Nashville and she said you always need a cardigan in the South. And I was worried about humidity! Silly me.

Vivien was fine with my sister while I was gone, but definitely paid for it the day we came back (at the crack a– of dawn, ’cause I missed her). She was very clingy and needy and wanted to know where I was at all times. Poor baby. By night time she was better.

It was still worth it to go, which I have to remember the next time I resist a similar trip.