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I’ve been following the Althouse - Feministing battle of the boobs a little, and it’s been fun to watch Althouse lay down the I-was-a-feminist-before-you-were-even-in-diapers smack. It is ridiculous for a feminist blogger to stand in a look-at-my-boobs pose right in front of Bill Clinton in a group picture. I haven’t kept up with the feminist blogs’ reaction to it, because I’m too barefoot and pregnant to care, but I can guess that there’s a great divide between the older and the younger feminists. Also between the women who were disgusted enough by Bill Clinton’s shenanigans in the White House to distance themselves from him, and those who “stood by their man” because he could help keep abortion legal.

We’ve been getting the last of our birth supplies ready. I’ve been working through my list of projects-to-get-done-before-the-baby-comes, and have accomplished 39 of them so far. One thing I haven’t gotten to yet is washing windows, at least the ones I look through most. MFH washed one of them for me, and did such a wonderful job that I should have him do the others.

Despite my best efforts to keep October completely unscheduled, I have a baby shower and a dentist appointment. Sigh. Also, I’m continuing to dig in my heels against pressure to use a diaper service, despite recent setbacks in the search for a usable diaper pail. The baby aisles have little beyond Diaper Genies. All I need, though, is a sturdy bucket with a lid, like a big paint bucket. How hard can that be? Home Depot bucket: lid far too loose, the baby could knock it right off. Menard’s bucket: lid far too tight, very difficult for me with my strong hands to get on, and impossible for MFH with his wrist problems. We finally bought a 20-lb bucket of birdseed, and put the birdseed into another container. It will do to start with, but I am still looking. Probably will have to go to one of the hip-baby boutiques where the cloth diapers are $20 each.

I am about as big as a house now–rolling over in bed takes great effort. Our new mattress arrived, though.

Our cat has learned how to drink out of a glass–she dips her paw in a little, then pulls it out and licks it off.