It's so quick and steady. So exciting. Every time I think about it, I start to cry a little. Something about hearing is more primal than seeing. Wow. That's all I can say.
July 2008 Archives
Once I had a waistline
It nipped in so nicely
But now my lovely waistline
Doesn't "nip," precisely
Now it's sort of dome-ish
A convex curve, at best
"Why so thickish in the middle?"
I'm sure they all have guessed
Once I had a waistline
I could place a belt around it
But now my lovely waistline--
Could I belt it if I found it?
(From a CD of tunes about pregnancy to be included with all copies of "What to Expect." In my dreams, at least.)
--E. B. White, Charlotte's Web
I went to my first prenatal yoga class with my friend Wren last Friday night, taking over her title as the "least pregnant person in the room." At nearly 8:30, after the hour and a half was almost up, we were doing our final pose of the evening, the "legs-up-the-wall" pose, which is just what it sounds like: lying back, with your butt against the wall and your legs up it.
After a couple of minutes in the pose, I whispered to Wren beside me, "I'm HUNGRY."
She whispered back, "Me too!" and suddenly, a chorus ensued...
"Me three!"
"Oh god, me too!"
"Join the club!"
I've got it.
The Ayn Rand Baby Name Generator!
Davington Stark
Armande diDiablo (thanks, Em!)
Antonia Markson
I'm fairly certain someone smarter than I could come up with a linguistic formula for this. Cunning linguists (really!), call me!
I haven't written in a bit, but I just decided that the last fifteen minutes pretty much sum up the last week:
I puked, and now I really want a hot dog.
