Fig's first concert

Last night, baby Fig enjoyed his/her first concert. Who knows if Fig even has ears yet, but I'm sure s/he had fun swimming around listening to Wilco at the Greek Theater. A bunch of us met up before the show and took pleasure in a picnic dinner, staring yummy Cheeseboard pizza. Damon and I have seen Wilco and Jeff Tweedy quite a few times, so I wasn't too excited about this show before we went. But we had a great time! The are such talented musicians and I love seeing shows at the Greek. It's comfortable because you can sit, and every seat is a good one where even short peeps like me can see the stage. Good times.

Papa Damo just left for Korea. I dropped him off at the airport this morning. We are all going to miss him on this end--me, the kitties and even baby Fig. Fig enjoys her/his nightly one-sided conversation with pops. I have no idea what Damon is telling her/him, but it had better be nice stuff about ma. I almost went to Korea with Damon, before we found out the big news. The only reason I wanted to go was to soak in the tubs and relish in Korean massages. Good thing I didn't buy the ticket, since I'm not allowed to do either of those things while knocked up.

I don't like writing his/her, s/he, etc. every time I refer to the fetus. I don't know what to refer to it as, and I suppose I've settled on Fig for this week. But I'm not sure if I can call the kid "jumbo shrimp" which is what s/he becomes in a couple of weeks. Any ideas anyone?