And now, a bit of good cheer. Two snapshots of life in my home:

1)

Pär is reading in bed while I'm falling asleep. Suddenly I wake up halfway and mumble something to him. He leans forward. "What?"

"Godzilla!" I mumble.

"Godzilla?"

"You're Godzilla," I mumble. "Smashing all the big buildings. Skyscrapers."

"I'm sorry," he says, trying not to laugh.

"Stop smashing big buildings! It isn't nice." I immediately fall back asleep.

I have only the vaguest memory of this conversation. Pär recounted it to me later, when I woke up. Some time afterward, looking through an online pregnancy-info site, I read that certain kinds of dreams are common in pregnant women. For example, dreams about wild sex (I will attest to that), and "dreams about large towering buildings" are typical. Can you believe that? My bizarre little Godzilla dream was a typical symptom of pregnancy? The brain is strange.

2)

This morning I dutifully attempted to make myself eat breakfast, despite my continuing aversion to food. I'd just opened a new jar of peanut butter to make a pb&j sandwich, and it was the natural kind, without preservatives and such, so I had to stir it all around and mix in the oil.

"Why is organic peanut butter so disgusting?" I asked, rhetorically.

"In the future," Pär announced, "all peanut butter will use nanotech instead of preservatives. Every jar will be filled with microscopic nanobots that take care of any preservation problems."

"Now that's a practical use of tech," I said. "Little hunter-seeker nanobots on a mission: FIND ROT. DESTROY ALL ROT."

"What if the nanobots had a typo glitch, and started trying to destroy all RAT?" Pär mused.

"If there are any rats in my peanut butter, I really want them gone too. So that would be okay by me."

"What if the nanobots got a typo and tried to destroy all TOT?" he suggested. "The peanut butter would be leaping out of the jar trying to get at our child."

"Imagine how horrible that would be if Small Tot actually ate some peanut butter. The nanobots would be inside its stomach, sensing the presence of Tot all around them and trying to destroy it."

We stared at each other.

"From now on, I'll just stick to buying Skippy," I said.

I was going to do that anyway.