What JZ said.

waves to Fay

Woot on the snoggage and the nice-boyness of him, and especially woot for his appreciation of your Fayitude (though I am completely unsurprised at this).

Majamas, sadly, do not fit me.

We have a fancy-shmancy maternity store in town that carries their stuff. I tried on, and wept at the lack of things in my size. The damn boobs get me every time, as it seems even the XLs are designed for a C cup. However, at least I've been saved from ordering online and THEN weeping.

Forgive the ignorance of the question, but is breastfeeding-friendly clothing basically something with buttons/zip down the front? Or is it more complex than that?

It's a little more complex than that. There are layers that hide all the non-functional skin bits. If I'd known how hard it was going to be to find something to wear, I think I'd have tracked down a seamstress.

but for dresses, how formal is formal?

Fairly formal, would be my guess, just based on the income level of the family in question. Late July is one of the hottest times around here, so if I can find something not made of petrochemicals, I'll have a chance of surviving without terminal flop sweats.

Also, nice date there, Fay!

I think I just need to start thinking of this car as a hard-luck adoption, like the ugly cat in the corner of the pound or something.

I just wish that the various private sellers had been able to get off their asses enough to return calls on their cars, saving us the pain of going to dealers. Also, I need to remind myself that this car only needs to last us a couple of years, until we are in theory more secure in the money department and can afford to get a slightly nicer used car.

Oh, and the part of my rant I left out? Time spent on billable work this week? An hour.

Plei, tomorrow I'm having lunch with my matron of honor, the gorgeous busty blonde you admired so at the wedding. She knows the special hell of the collision of huge cup size, breastfeeding and formal wear; it's been a few years since her son was nursing, but I can ask her if she recalls any stores/websites/designers that did right by her.

Ima gonna rant anyway, just because I need to put it somewhere where others can laugh at it and make it go away, and I can't put it on my website. It's an abbreviated version of the Parental Differences of Opinion About Childrearing Rant that was originally scheduled.

When we first discussed "Mallory" as a name, I said that people would think it's a girl's name. Robert disagreed. I pointed out that we had originally considered it as a girl's name. He counter-pointed that was because it was unusual. I fretted about it for a few weeks, but ultimately acquiesed, as I liked the name and the nick.

Last night I told Robert there was some gender confusion. One friend asked if we'd named him after the sister on Family Ties. The nurses at the embassy have all said, "Oh, that's a great name? Who did you name her after?" Another American at the embassy said, "What's its name?" and when I said Mallory he continued, "How old is she?" I summed up with saying that people really have been thinking it's a girl's name.

Robert said, "No they don't."

I reviewed my points. I described the nurses' reaction when I told them Mal was a boy. It's clear to me that they do. Honestly, it could be either, but we should be aware some folks will think it's a girl's name.

Robert said, "No they don't."

Why was I not gifted with this kind of Denial Ability? It's like a superpower. Life gets so simple.

*sigh*

What JZ said, Plei.

Yay on nice-boy datage, Fay. (Datage? Dateage? Date-age?)

Sounds very interesting, Hil.

It was. So much stuff just looks so totally different when you're standing in it than when you're looking at pictures of it. I've also never had so many political discussions in so short a period of time in my life. (The mix of speakers they had was interesting. At one point, an Army official talked to us about the security fence. He started out by saying, "I am in uniform right now, and therefore I am giving you the official Army viewpoint. If you talked to me on the street, I might say something entirely different." Then he gave an entirely unconvincing spiel, which almost none of us bought at all.) There was also a Knesset member whose party just started a "Not all kipahs are orange" campaign, which has apparently pissed off a lot of people. I thought he was really interesting, and that his arguments for disengagement were the most cohesive of anyone else we heard.

Israel is also, I think, the first place I've ever seen religious graffitti. There was a ton of it in Tsfat, but also other places.

I definitely want to go back, and see more stuff with more time to experience it. And I want to learn Hebrew and Arabic, because there were so many things where I just didn't understand what was going on because I couldn't understand the languages.

And now I'm rambling and should probably get some sleep and try to get back on American time.

Aww, Raquel! That's some monster denial! I think it's located on the Y chromosome.

But I still like the name. I think it's lovely, even if people do think he's a girl.

And JZ, thanks!

I just need to keep reminding myself we were this close to ending up with a child named Mallouritzaemz Thompson, as Greeks don't do middle names, and as women don't take their husband's name at marriage and since I was the only one at the courthouse to get the birth certificate, they couldn't legally give the baby any last name but my father's.

I would love to visit Israel. We keep talking about going there and Cairo, just as soon as it gets affordable to fly anywhere from Athens.

While I'm on the topic: New photo of Mal

Oh Raquel, what a beautiful picture of Mal.

Your husband's denial is almost a work of art. My mother has told me of similar (different subject; same results) discussions she had with my father over the years. I know I've had similar ones with dh.

Oh man Plei, I wish I could help. I don't suppose your state has a lemon law?