My Bookish Pregnancy

Is it like this for all book nerds?

Do they spend their gestating months thinking about what books to add to their child’s bookshelf?  Are they gifted a book at only three months?  Do they seek out their childhood books, the few they still have, and set them aside for the baby?

Is it normal to have a reading plan for before birth and one for after?

Do their husbands assure them that the two month maternity leave will help them keep their reading numbers up while everyone else chuckles and says smuggly, “You’ll never read again”?  Do they look at the piles of books they own and think, “For two months I’ll read nothing but you”?

Do they plan to read whatever they are reading to the baby until he’s old enough to understand?  (There’s no need to ruin him with existential dread before preschool, after all.)

When people keep offering them changing tables do they keep wondering where the hell the book shelf is going to come from?

I don’t know.  But this is what my pregnancy is like.


Get Through the TBR Stack- November Edition

Well, i said that I would do it, and I did.  I redid my TBR list.  I wanted to restack the books last night too but instead I worked on a paper chain.  Don’t judge me!  Anyway, I organized this one much the same as the last: alternating shortest books with books I’ve had checked out the longest, library books first, and then shortest with longest until I ran through them all.  Ready?

  1. The Torrents of Spring
  2. Inexcusable
  3. In Watermelon Sugar
  4. Alive
  5. The Drowned World
  6. Gabi, Girl in Pieces
  7. The Geek’s Guide to Unrequited Love
  8. The Duke and I
  9. Mirror in the Sky
  10. Niceville
  11. Gormenghast
  12. Pond
  13. The Godfather
  14. Sleeping Giants
  15. Cider House Rules
  16. The Happiness Project
  17. The Bazaar of Bad Dreams
  18. This Side of Paradise
  19. Petals in the Wind
  20. Need
  21. Where the Heart Is
  22. Circling the Sun

I’m a little panicked now.  Are you?

Tally Monday- November 28, 2016

Checked Out

  1. Razzle Dazzle Unicorn by Dana Simpson
  2. These Happy Golden Years by Laura Ingalls Wilder


  1. Frederica by Georgette Heyer
  2. The Grand Sophy by Georgette Heyer


  1. Bridget Jones’s Baby by Helen Fielding
  2. Gooseberries by Anton Chekov

TBR 21

Way back in the long, long ago (August), I made myself a list that I called “Get Through the TBR Plan.  At the time I was thinking a lot about the same thing I’m thinking about now: What is the fastest, most efficient way to dig myself out of my library hole before the baby comes?  It was a very complicated list.  I alternated between the shortest books and the books that I have had out the longest.  (I have a problem with cheating the system, you know.  It’s shameful and I fully intend to change it.  Later.)  What I ended up with was a list of 21 books and a plan to read them.

Honestly, the list could use a little redoing at this point.  I’ve checked out a couple more books since then and I actually sent one back without reading it because I had a moment of sanity and realized I’m generally insane.  Then there were those new releases I got that I had to read right away and that graphic novel that was really just a quick read.  In fact, I WILL rework the list.  I added to my to-do list.

My point is that right now I am reading a very short book.  I am reading a 90 page book, to be exact, and I am 20 pages in.  I had all of the best intentions of actually reading the whole thing yesterday but shit happens.  All kinds of shit happens.  Upsets and laundry happen.  To do lists happen.  Addictive phone games happen.  (Riddle Stones, you guys.  Riddle Stones.  I dreamed in grids I played it so much this weekend.)  I’m neither giving excuses nor holding myself accountable.


Because we are in the final stretch of the year.  There are only 34 days left this year.  I cannot remember what my resolutions were and I don’t care.  2016 has been pretty fucking horrible and I think a lot of people agree with me.  My cat died.  David Bowie died.  A lot of the things that I felt pretty okay about on a daily basis have pretty much exploded, leaving me disillusioned and fucking tired.  I’m fucking tired you guys.  And I’m over here gestating and looking at the ruins of the world and trying to figure out what the hell I can do to make things better FOR ME.

I’ve got enough going on.  I’m not going to stress about my reading.  No, I am going to enjoy it.  Because, honestly, I have not been enjoying many things lately.  Sure, there have been bright spots: a good meal, a fun game, the movie Mascots.  It’s just that there is so much going on that I haven’t allowed myself enough joy.  Well, no more, my friends!  Starting today, starting this morning, I am turning over a new leaf.

And when Santa squeezes his fat white ass down that chimney tonight, he’s gonna find the jolliest bunch of assholes this side of the nuthouse!

Listy #38- Thankful

If you came here expecting something original for a Thanksgiving list, you’re just going to have to deal with being let down.  We should all really be thinking about what we’re thankful for, especially with all of the crazy politics and general shit going around this year.  I’m not saying Bowie was holding the universe together, but, you know…

Five Things I’m Thankful For

  1. That I’m pregnant.  I kind of worried that I waited too long.  And I worried that I would have problems like some of my family.  When I feel Ian swimming away in there, I DO feel grateful.
  2. My family.  I mean, Hubby and the cats and Mom and even my brother.  They deal with me.  That means a lot.
  3. Books.  I do love books and they do make everything seem a bit better.
  4. My home.  I am so happy to have my home, my little sanctuary.
  5. Hubby’s cooking.  I actually was a little stumped on this one but Hubby put in that I should be thankful for it and whatever is happening in the kitchen right now certainly smells magical.

So, what are you thankful for?

Bridget Jones’s Baby by Helen Feilding

This is only the second Bridget Jones book that I’ve read so I am sure that I am a little behind here.  It’s also been about a decade since I read Bridget Jones’s Diary.  But I loved it and I actually really enjoyed this one.  I laughed out load a couple of times and I read the second half of the book in one sitting.  It is incredibly readable.

Bridget has done it again.  After a night of passion with Darcy, she’s managed to have a night of passion with Daniel and ended up pregnant.  Of course, chaos ensues.  Can Darcy and Daniel manage to keep their egos in check long enough to support Bridget through a pregnancy and paternity test?  Will her mother ever forgive her for “not doing it the right way”?  Will Bridget ever find love?

Short, sweet, readable, and funny but definitely the kind of ride you have to take for yourself.

Tally Monday- November 20, 2016

Checked Out





  1. A Hippo Banquet by Mary Kingsley
  2. The Complete Chi’s Sweet Home, vol 3 by Kanata Konami
  3. The Beautiful Cassandra by Jane Austen
  4. The Long Winter by Laura Ingalls Wilder
  5. Expecting Better by Emily Oster

TBR 22

I kicked so much ass yesterday, you guys.  Not only did I finish my non-fiction book (Expecting Better) yesterday, but I also went through a whole magazine, cleaned most of the house, and wrote a touch over 5600 words to catch up on my NaNoWriMo word count.  At about 6, I was done.  I was exhausted and my brain hurt.  But I was proud.  I had done well.

Last week was one of those weeks when things just kind of clicked.  I got a little bit of alone time and I read some great little books and I was feeling good.  It’s been a long time since I felt in my element and it was wonderful.  One night I came home from work and camped out in my room for an hour, reading and writing.  The bed was warm and comfortable and it was nice to just close myself off for a bit.  Yesterday was kind of the same.  I camped out in my office for most of the morning.  I even sat in the comfy armchair that I’ve been having a hard time getting out of.

I didn’t add any to my TBR.  Which is good.  My fort of purchased books is a bit large and intimidating and I probably need to quit adding to it.  I have been working on deep cleaning my office for the past couple of weeks.  I’m about halfway through my bookshelf and then I tackle The Closet of Death.  Hopefully I’ll get more room in there.  I’m not fooling myself about the bookshelves…  Also, cats, man.  SOMEONE has managed to destroy my closet.  I think it may have been Meeples.  Stacks have been knocked over, things have been kicked from the shelf, and my little wire storage shelf is mysteriously leaning to one side…

Like I said, I was back in my element last week.  I was reading like a fiend.  I devoured all of the books I read, with the exception of The Long Winter which took my a while to listen to.  I enjoyed the reading, the act of getting from one side of a book to another.

I’m hoping for a similar week this week.  Now that I’m caught up on my word count, it should be easier to get my writing in each day.  I’ve only got three rooms left to clean in the house and I’ve got oodles of leftovers and the promise of bruschetta.  Thanksgiving?  I can handle that!  And it probably wouldn’t hurt me to take my book since it will be best to avoid any and all political conversations.  (Pregnancy: I can’t drink but I sure as hell can argue.  About anything.)

I’m currently reading Bridget Jones’s Baby.  I feel terribly cliche doing so.  Because, you know, pregnant.  But I do LOVE Bridget Jones.  I read the first book in my British Lit class in college and I’ve only watched the movie a couple dozen times.  This book is readable and relateable and funny.  When I read, I tear through pages at a time.  Up next is a little Hemingway and I’m hoping to get that done this week too.

I’m thankful for books.  But I imagine that was a given…

Expecting Better by Emily Oster

I am so glad that I picked up this book.  This is EXACTLY the kind of pregnancy book that I needed.  I don’t need to know what is happening week by week.  No, I need to know why I can’t get Jimmy John’s for lunch on payday.  (Spoiler:  I can, just no turkey or sprouts.)

Oster is an economist and she looks at the costs and risks of decisions and rules during pregnancy, taking the actual research and trying to figure out what is actually necessary.  For someone who is pregnant for the first time, I was blown away by the number of things that seemed completely stupid to me.  In fact, I made my first decision about breaking the rules pretty early on when I was halfway through a Greek breakfast skillet that I could actually stomach.  I wasn’t about to give up feta.

When I got this book, I honestly went right for food and drink.  Food is very important to me and as soon as I got pregnant I wanted sushi like nobody’s business.  So, it was nice to see the reasoning behind things.  I’ll eat my steaks well done, much to my husband’s chagrin, and avoid triple decker clubs, but I feel pretty good about my sushi and feta decisions.  (And, really, how often do I eat either of those?)

When you’re pregnant, your body automatically becomes everyone else’s business for some reason and I find this to be the most frustrating part of it.  The number of times that I have been told not to drink coffee or dye my hair is infuriating.  (Dye, not a problem after the first trimester.  Coffee, not really a problem as long as you’re not drinking a lot.)  Alcohol was another one that I worried about.  I was amazed at the differing opinions between countries and even doctors.  I wasn’t looking to get hammered but I wanted to know why the US is very anti-wine with dinner while in Europe it’s just a given.  (Answer: It mostly appears to be a fear that a woman won’t be able to control herself and stop at one glass of wine.)

There were so many things in this book that I hadn’t thought about and there were things that I suspected finally backed up by some data.  Previous to reading, I felt like I was being herded along, told everyone’s advice like it was the gospel, and in no position to argue.  Now I feel a little more empowered and prepared and it’s kind of nice.

Also, this read really well!  I was reading about 10 pages a day just because I’m weird and a  lot of the time it was more enjoyable than the other books I read at the time.  Gold star.  I’d suggest this one to any woman even trying to get pregnant.