No prenatal yoga for me tonight, as I'm feeling a little icky and need to take it easy. Also, no heavy lifting, no walking, early bedtime, and no blogging.
Seriously– the whole blogging expectations thing can really compromise a pregnancy. You heard it here first.
But since I can't leave you contentless, I am going to do two things I saw over at Live It, Love It. Please join me in exploring if this blog was written by a man or a woman, and more specifically, what kind of man or woman:
From GenderAnalyzer.com—
Huh. Gender neutral, eh? I'm not sure if that's a good or a bad thing, but I assume that I seem to mention boobs as much if not more than your average randy man. Although, do men also blog about being catty, other mothers, babies, and shoes? This tells me I shouldn't have dallied in buying that one pair of Christian Louboutins on sale. Dammit.
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And now, from Typealyzer.com—
ISFP – The Artists
The gentle and compassionate type. They are especially attuned their
inner values and what other people need. They are not friends of many
words and tend to take the worries of the world on their shoulders.
They tend to follow the path of least resistance and have to look out
not to be taken advantage of.
They often prefer working quietly, behind the scene as a part of a
team. They tend to value their friends and family above what they do
for a living.
Ha. Funny. Actually, it's not too bad, I suppose. And eerily, it's only one letter off from my regular Myers-Brigg type, the sappy wah-wah INFP. I'm thinking that, blogwise, it's not practical to blog in INFP because then people kind of get bored with your sensitivity and imagery and virtual notebook-doodling and leave. But I could be wrong.
Okay– look! A blog entry that wrote itself, and I didn't even have to lose one stroke off my game.
It's beddy-bye time, all y'all.
A Daily Dose of Zen Sarcasm! 
We guess http://blog.urbanbohemian.com is written by a woman (54%), however it’s quite gender neutral.
Uh… ok? And according to the Typealyzer, I’m a Doer. I love that since my favorite phrase growing up was “I’m a do’er, not a don’t’er,” constantly said by my gym coach with the glass eye. Yes, I know, I was a weird lad. 😉
I know, right? What a perfect way to waste a pointless day at work. A lot of people thought theirs were completely wrong, though… way to go, interwebs!