Sons and Writers
Odd question for you sciencey types- sometimes when I put my hand on my stomach I can feel a pulse. Is this my own increased bloodflow? Is it the kid? What gives? I can only feel it sometimes.
I'm pretty sure I felt the baby move this morning. For the record, I think that describing such movement as "a flutter" or "the squirmies" (rolls eyes at baby book) makes the movement sound insectile. The best analogy I can give is this: your stomach is a lock, and the baby is a key. The movement is like tumblers turning. Or gears. I realize that makes it sound mechanical, but I still think that's an improvement over insectile.
Anyway, I found out the gender on Wednesday. In case you were wondering;
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I am officially outgunned.
In closing, this morning's super-weird, super-vivid dream included a surprise guest visit from Diane Wakoski, my prof for two semesters at MSU. In addition to being a damn fine poet, Professor Wakoski has the sharpest critical eye of anyone I have ever met, and was an enormous influence on me. Although she did not speak directly to me, she took another writer to task for sitting on their work. I am not so dense as to miss the message here, which is why I am disabling my laptop's wireless capabilities and getting to work.
I WOULD work on the desktop, in fact I have a poem about Wakoski that I wanted to include here, but the Mr. installed a very nice new drive onto my computer a month or so ago, so *ahem* i can haz MS Word install on puter nao? It just shiny distraction machine without. PLZ PLZ PLZ okiluvubaibai!
I'm pretty sure I felt the baby move this morning. For the record, I think that describing such movement as "a flutter" or "the squirmies" (rolls eyes at baby book) makes the movement sound insectile. The best analogy I can give is this: your stomach is a lock, and the baby is a key. The movement is like tumblers turning. Or gears. I realize that makes it sound mechanical, but I still think that's an improvement over insectile.
Anyway, I found out the gender on Wednesday. In case you were wondering;
more lolcats
I am officially outgunned.
In closing, this morning's super-weird, super-vivid dream included a surprise guest visit from Diane Wakoski, my prof for two semesters at MSU. In addition to being a damn fine poet, Professor Wakoski has the sharpest critical eye of anyone I have ever met, and was an enormous influence on me. Although she did not speak directly to me, she took another writer to task for sitting on their work. I am not so dense as to miss the message here, which is why I am disabling my laptop's wireless capabilities and getting to work.
I WOULD work on the desktop, in fact I have a poem about Wakoski that I wanted to include here, but the Mr. installed a very nice new drive onto my computer a month or so ago, so *ahem* i can haz MS Word install on puter nao? It just shiny distraction machine without. PLZ PLZ PLZ okiluvubaibai!