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My son won’t be beautifying British faces

Discarded foreskins from routine circumcisions of American newborn boys are being exported to Britain for the newest anti-wrinkle treatment.

We don’t do that anyway, but if we did I’d be slightly weirded out by the thought of Camilla Parker-Bowles or Madonna carrying a little bit of my boy in her jowls.

Read about it here.

Eye in the sky

Here is a funny and thought-provoking rant on how we take technology for granted. (h/t The Thinklings)

“Everything is amazing right now, and nobody is happy.”

It is especially timely today as I watch my husband fly home from a business trip to Naples, Florida. He is returning after ten days away—a record for us. The last time we were apart for ten days was ten days before our first date (thirteen years ago).

It boggles my mind that I can use Flightstats to see that AT THIS MOMENT, he is going 496 miles per hour at 38,000 ft. and he has 1,022 miles to go. According to the Google map, he is somewhere just past Cullman, Alabama.

Annoyingly cryptic

My c-section has been officially scheduled.

I am not revealing the exact date, just as I wouldn’t reveal the date of a family vacation or when my husband is out of town. It’s like saying, “Here is when our family and home will be especially vulnerable to criminals and other jerks. Please take advantage of our absence and divided attention.”

When the time nears, I’ll probably drop lame, easy hints because I won’t be able to contain myself. For now?

Gulp.

Baby Luigi Martin Pumpkin Georgie William Edmund and I are in the system.