all kinds of lovely things have happened which i would have documented in a timely manner had lj not been fucked beyond belief.
for instance, monday evening, as i lay in bed reading, the baby started nudging the crap out of me to the point that i could actually see it from the outside. for some reason, i had thought this wouldn’t happen for another couple of months. needless to say, i started crying. not because i’m all crunchy and thought “what a lovely, precious moments kind of moment”, but because all of a sudden, i could totally envision a fully formed human sitting just under my skin and measuring 7.5 inches from crown to rump and it fucking freaked me out and what i had been waiting to have happen and what hasn’t happened since that fateful morning when i phoned my sister in tears yelping “how am i going to get it back out?!?” finally happened: being stuck in a state where you think you just might go insane and there’s no way to escape it for months on end. as usual, when being confronted with something too big to wrap my fear around, i became complacent instead. much more soothing.
ttyki shot me a look from the foot of the bed.
somewhere very close to that time (this week has been such a time fuck that i’m already getting my days confused), my friend christie was giving birth to her second child, abigail (apparently one of the few girls being allowed on to the planet at this time). it honestly just seems like the other day that i was posting a congratulations to her on her first pregnancy.
and now i'm tired of updating.