Six Months in Sudan

One of my favourite books of the season, Six Months in Sudan, finally went on sale yesterday. I've told you about this one before--it's the story of Dr. James Maskalyk's mission in Sudan with Médecins Sans Frontières (Doctors Without Borders). The book was born from the blog he wrote in his hut in Abyei, Sudan. As I've said before, it’s intimate, it’s raw and it’s terrifically written. The book club's reading this book in June, and I can't wait to hear what they think.

Do me a favour--it will just take a minute (literally)--and watch this video. Pretty please.



Learn more at James' beautiful new website, here.

I'm going to the launch at the Gladstone on Sunday at 4 pm (details here). Let me know if you'd like to join me!

Let There Be Chocolate

Cakes sure likes a party. Book club was at my place last night, and there was no way she was going to bed before she got to say hi to everybody. She is absolutely in love with Sandra, who showed up with strawberries and liquid chocolate, as well as a divine box of chocolates. She only went to bed after she had stuck her entire face into a bowl of chocolate, and I had given her my word we would save her some “party cheese”. Sure enough, the kid doesn’t forget a thing. This morning she woke up and came down the stairs to find me in the kitchen. The first words out of her mouth: “did your friends eat all the chocolate?” You should have seen her beam when I replied that we had indeed saved something for her.

I’m so happy we started the book club. Next month marks my 3-year blogging anniversary (I just realized as I posted this, it's my 500th post!). The birth of my blog was also the beginning of my friendship with several of the wonderful women in the club. As we sat back last night, talking a bit about the book, a lot about everything else, people comfortably helping themselves to what they need in the kitchen, getting their own coats, I was so thankful. I feel like I’ve known them for longer than three years; I look forward to their friendship for many years to come.

Have a wonderful holiday weekend everyone! We are staying put, having the family over for dinner, keeping it simple. May the days be sunny, and the bunny bring lots of chocolate.

Mercurial

Well I think I’ve finally reached what they call the “honeymoon phase” of pregnancy. I’m feeling less tired these days, my hair is shiny, my skin is actually glowing, and don’t get me started on my bosom. I’m so happy with my bosom right now (this isn’t something I’m used to saying, so please put up with it for the time being). I’m wearing lots of low-cut shirts to show it off, even at work. By the way, all of the maternity clothes are low-cut anyway. WTF? What if you don’t like to show your titties like I do?

While I’m feeling great physically, I’m much more emotionally volatile this time. I’m hell on wheels on the streetcar: don’t you dare stand in the doorway, loser. I was upset about something earlier in the week and woke up bawling at 4 am two mornings in a row. I’m testy at work, but I’m trying really, really hard not to let it show. McHotty’s bearing the brunt of my mood swings, but I’m trying really, really hard with him too. I do owe him a BJ though. He’s even added “get BJ” to his mile-long to do list. Unfortunately, I was a bitch and added “dream on” to the line below.

Anyone else find their emotions rockier the second time? Or maybe it’s just been so long I’ve forgotten.