12:30

So it's half-past noon and I'm feeling good. My voice is still completely gone, but the non-drowsy sinus medication I just popped seems to be helping to clear out my head a little bit. Aaron and Ethan are en route to Chipotle for lunch and I am still in my pajamas, still hanging out in bed, still kind of enjoying this whole blogging for breathing and taking a vacation from everyday life thing. I can't believe that our donation count is now up to $681.14. I'm rarely at a loss for words (just ask my husband), but I'm there now. When I began this, I was sure that even $300 was a lofty goal and here I am, totally blown away by everyone's generosity. Thank you for your continued support!

In addition to absolutely surpassing my fundraising goal (and it just keeps rising!), I hope to fit in some reading and movie watching during the Blog-A-Thon. Reading and movies have been such a huge part of my life that have understandably put on the back burner now that Ethan has come into the picture. My dad and I recently did a father/daughter book-swap (which is scary, if you know us at all!). I gave him a Miranda July book and he gave me one about fishing in Cuba. Hey, we're expanding our horizons, right?

Shout-out to one of Ethan's godfathers, Marc -- he's my movie guru and helping me put together a list of movies to send my husband to a Redbox to track down for me. I think I could get used to this. I mean, talk to me when it's 4 a.m., but right now I think I could get used to this.

Actually, thinking about 4 a.m. makes me laugh and brings me back to a time when Ethan was newly born and we were still trying to adjust to life with a newborn. I was terrified for Aaron and I to both be asleep when Ethan was sleeping, despite the fact he was in a bassinet pushed up to our bed. I was convinced we wouldn't wake if he needed us or that something horrible would happen or someone would break through our windows and take him Spiderman-style, so both of us sleeping at the same time wasn't an option. My husband would go to sleep at 10 or 11 like a normal person and I'd stay up until 4 a.m. I'd know my bedtime when the That '70's Show reruns would become Friends and then Ethan would be up for a feeding. My husband would wake up and I would then go to sleep. I can't even begin to describe the horrified looks I got from friends and family upon hearing our crazy schedule but, oh, those first days with a newborn -- they're something else.