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Well wow, that writer’s strike was a bitch! And then once that was over, I was called in to salvage the Oscars – although I can’t claim all of Jon Stewart’s jokes and I definitely can tell you I could not get Price Waterhouse Cooper to change out envelopes for Best Picture Winner No Country for Old Men. I guess after Fargo, the Farrelly brothers lost me.. I’m just now recovering…

Okay, okay, so that is not quite the truth. What really happened was that I was kidnapped by aliens. Or, how about…my body has been taken over by an alien being?? I think that is close enough to announcing that in fact I am indeed pregnant. For the record, when I had my discussions with God last year. I told him to bring on the pregnancy symptoms – I’ll take the worst morning sickness ever. However, I thought the soybean might cooperate and we could have a nice symbiotic relationship going, but instead this being is causing havoc on my digestive system - not up and out, but down and stuck. I have all the pregnancy symptoms that I didn’t think off and it is sure not ladylike. What is up with the excess gas in both directions?

So can you see why there were no blogs for a while? My muse was very overwhelming and all I could think or write about; however, since I’m paranoid, I wanted to wait a little while before letting everyone in on the good news. Honestly, I’m still in denial. I’ve come close to buying that onesie, but just can’t do it. However, what really freaked me out was when we arrived in Austin, Will had 6 books waiting for him that he had ordered. Fatherhood 101, Parenthood for Dummies and my personal favorite – “how not to kill the kid before your wife gets home.” Books? These are for freaky couples, I’m not reading no stinkin’ books. However, it was reassuring that my husband is not in denial - at least that makes one of us.

I’m in the US for another week and then back to China… and I’ve already gotten from folks - Oh I can tell... or... your face looks fuller ....or... you feel thicker. Thicker? People please – I know the cankles are coming, but I’m trying to ease into this slowly – like trying to fit into my pants these days.

Picture of Baby Claxton set to appear around mid-September!