Nietzsche is dead

But he said some very profound things, most of which I disagree with but which sound very grand, like 'Equality is the means by which the masses crush human greatness.' I need a similarly grand quote about pregnancy, about how it crushes the human greatness, at least in the area of stamina and appetite.

In an effort to make up some time I'll be taking off over Thanksgiving and Christmas (Colonial Lighting is a great place to work in terms of work environment, colleagues, and so on, but no place in the world has HSLDA's benefits), I came in this Saturday for a half-day of work. And the work I do is not hard work, right? It's pretty easy to sit in a chair in front of a computer for four hours. But it absolutely exhausted me! Getting up 'early' instead of sleeping in wiped me out for the weekend. Upon coming home I staggered off to the cheap theater with Michael to watch The Village, only by the time Baby decided where we wanted to stop for lunch, we had missed the beginning, and you just can't go to a creepy movie like that without seeing the first five minutes, so we ended up going to Spiderman 2 instead. (You may notice that these movies came out quite some time ago. That is how we get to watch them for $0.99 each. At two admissions, that's even cheaper than renting.) After that was done we were just ten minutes too late for the next showing of The Village, so I still don't know what happens. Ah, well, next week. But on the over-achievement front, I decided to throw in the towel. My former self would have risen to the occasion gladly, but my current self simply can't keep up the pace - so no more working on Saturdays. I came home from the movie and slept for the rest of the day. The only good thing about going in to work was that I Told people at work, and that was a great success. Everyone was excited and congratulatory, and it was surprisingly affirming and complimentary to be told repeatedly that they never would have guessed. (Perhaps the Baby Bulge is more noticeable to me than to the rest of the world.)

Yesterday was more satisfying, although no more soporific. We invited Mitch and Amy over for dinner, a couple in our young marrieds class that we're on smiling acquaintance with but whose friendship we've decided we really ought to cultivate. They live practically across the street from us (next subdivision down) and have a 19-month old baby, and just found out they're expecting their second. So definitely a step out of our current young-married-without-kids demographic that most of our friends down here fit into. For the last several weeks we've decided that we need to get to know them better, but I've been too tired to really plan any hospitable overtures. So we decided on the spontaneous and impulsive: in Sunday School we just asked them if they'd like to come over for dinner. And really, it was fun! They're delightful people, as we suspected, and we had a great time talking about backgrounds, how we met, church, kids, and homeschooling (which they're planning on). They lived in Oregon for five years and knew all about Tillamook Brown Cow ice cream. Amy and I were able to commiserate over not being able to eat a delicious dessert, much as we wanted to. And we agreed to come over to their place for dinner soon, so they could put Alex to bed early and play board games with us.

But oh, I'm tired today. And have no ambitions for the rest of the week, except to sleep in next Saturday.