Well, here I am at 21 weeks pregnant. A little moody. A lot tired and finding it hard to feel like “doing” anything. A whole lot stunned by the size of this ever-expanding basketball I carry around with me, even though I’ve done all of this once before.
I’m fascinated by the loss of my bellybutton. I’m enthralled by each kick and elbow and poke. I want to use this newfound expansion as a drink rest. I want to cover the extra space with temporary tattoos (and just may…). I want to decide on a name so that when I think about my coming little girl, her identity and presence become solidly a part of my day-to-day life like our first Little GreatWeirdness.
So, if I’m somewhat distracted or I don’t keep up so well with my social networking and blogging or I’ve forgotten a detail you know we just talked about, please forgive me. I’ll be back to my usual self in a while…give or take 7 months (4 months of waiting, then 3 months of sleep deprivation…). For now, be patient with me. I’m just navel-gazing.