Through pregnancy and beyond
How cute is this bookcase? It’s handmade and stackable, so you can buy as many as you need and stack them all. The wood is natural but they will paint it for you before shipping out. It’s so reasonable too: $22.00 for each shelf.
Check out jnmnt53′s store for this and other stuff.
The following is taken from the Seattle Weekly Blogs:
Pretty much the minute that New York City chef Daniel Angerer decided that he was going to make cheese from his wife’s leftover breast milk, the internets have been going nutsy-cuckoo for the story. There have been wild rumors (like the one about him selling the cheese at his restaurant, Klee Brasserie, which isn’t true at all), rampant speculation (mostly about whether or not doing such a thing is a good idea in the first place, some about why chefs haven’t thought of this before, a lot about other people’s experiences with making things–like pancakes and ice cream–out of breast milk, and even a question of whether breast milk cheese–because it is considered parve, neither dairy or meat for kosher purposes–could be used to make kosher cheeseburgers), calls from the health department (which was chasing the rumor that he was selling human cheese on the menu) informing him that he could not serve mommy brie to the public. And Angerer (along with his wife, Lori Mason, who supplied the raw materials) has all of a sudden found himself in the middle of a food-media firestorm–all because he made a food product out of something biologically made to be food.
To read the rest:
http://blogs.seattleweekly.com/voracious/2010/03/human_breastmilk_cheese_worst.php
I tried yoga last night. It was a great experience if not a little hokey . We stretched our pelivs a lot which I could see being really useful. Only problem I had with it was that the instructor was a little too attentive. She told the whole class I was pregnant (haven’t even told the in-laws!) and every move she would say “this is ok for you pregnant lady”, or “let me fix up the pregnant lady and then I’ll be back to the rest of the class.” The real kicker though was when we welcomed the new life into the room and chanted for the new life!
I felt like the star pupil in that awkward, I don’t want to be teacher’s pet kind of way!
I dreamed that my husband and I were in the Bahamas, where my folks live, except it wasn’t really there, it was more like a hot version of 1800s Sweeney Todd style London. Lots of people with huge machete style knives chasing the cats that were running everywhere. They often caught them and were slaughtering them. In addition dogs were chasing the cats and I could hear the flesh being ripped off their bodies.
Very very nasty dream.
