I am healthy and happy and scared and excited.
I am not quite showing yet but my pants are getting tight.
I’m getting a pretty nice rack.
All I do is eat and sleep and work and repeat, with occasional laundry.
I dream crazy ass dreams all night.
I read about baby stuff till my eyes bleed daily.
I am truly looking forward to being a mommy.
I never thought i’d say those words.
I hope it’s a boy but anything healthy will do.
I don’t talk to my family.
Cal and my friends are my family, and they are simply the best.
I will be having a baby shower once we learn the sex.
No, I don’t want any surprises.
I am working a list of things to get cause i’m a planner.
My man is made of love and soft kisses and will be a kick ass daddy.
This will be our third year together.
I live in the greenest city in the nation and that rocks!
I want an all terrain stroller.
I eat more than ever.
I eat almost all organic, local, by default.
I am packed with prenatal vitamins, fish oil, and local berries.
I love Lorenzo’s beef ragu and eat it with bread.
I am 10 weeks pregnant and it hasn’t been bad.
A little motion sickness on the bus but very little actual vomit.
I occasionally get a fierce headache to remind me of water.
I am open to getting advice from other mommies.
I have the most international family / village ever.
Cal, my man, is soft and long and loving and amazing.
Sam, in San Fransisco, has chosen a blanket pattern and will knit.
Lorenzo Daliana, my chef, is a family man and lover of babies.
Jillian Rose knows it all and wears tiny cute dresses.
Marie Fleishman and T are in town and have two girls and are awesome.
Sandy Comes is here and cuts hair and is great at being fabulous.
Abra Hartley is uber practical and arranging the baby shower and birth and sometimes my sanity.
Ocia Hartley is always optimistic and laughs a lot.
Amanda, in Austin, writes and teaches and is eclectic and good.
Mark, the mad hatter, is a collector of hats and voodoo lore.
Cheryl is a damn good cook and an upright citizen mommy.
Martha Madness is the coolest young person and a great photographer.
Rachel, in Austin, is giving and loving and beautiful and talented.
Dancing Scott is dancing circles around all of us in Portland.
Lauryn, in Switzerland, is probably the sweetest thing in the world.
Allen Liggett makes music and cooks and lives and loves.
Bart, in Austin, is soon to be a daddy and writes but never sleeps.
Nick, in Houston, is still the finest example of a man that I know.
Jenn Daly is the builder of shrines and the lover of jazz and drinks.
Avi Hartman sings and tells jokes and laughs like no other.
Mike Freid is a cook a baker a builder a chess player and my hero.
Tori, my adopted mom, is so excited about being a grandma.
Etc, Etc, Etc…
I have all the family I need, and so will the baby.
I am not alone.
I will have a natural birth at home.
The baby will break my tailbone on the way out, without a doubt.
It will hurt.
I understand pain all too well and think I am prepared.
I write all the time.
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Not much to see yet, but we can watch it grow!
At ten weeks a fetus can move and swim and dance about.
It’s joints are formed and is kicking ninja kicks.
It has fingerprints.
It can curl it’s fingers around things, like it’s own toes and such.
It weighs about 2gm and is only 2.3 cm long.
It’s little sex bits are almost all the way formed.
It can hear loud noises and can hiccup.
It’s tail is almost gone.
It is in fact, a tiny baby.