I decided to try to write more. It's my super secret dream to one day be a novelist. I know, you read this blog and it doesn't scream "writer" at all, but I always thought I could do it ( Read more... )

( How to be me for the best Monday ever: )

We're budgeting. We're in a recession, afterall. Starbucks trips have been reduced. Diaper service has been canceled in favor of washing diapers ourselves. And the biggest change is this: no more eating out. While pregnant I decided I didn't like food much so I stopped cooking and I never started again ( Read more... )

It's exhausting to be so self-absorbed, as I have been for my entire life. I've been my center, my only motivating factor, my only major concern. But now I'm relieved of this relentless self-obsession. Now I have a beautiful baby to occupy my every thought, emotion, action. It's nice ( Read more... )

So tired. I didn't realize the sleep deprivation would continue, would build on itself, would leave me stumbling through the days gasping, raccoon-eyed, grasping for elusive words needed to form full sensical sentences. Keats is nocturnal, it seems. Nights are his playground. I am the chaperon ( Read more... )

I took the gestational diabetes test today. My fasting blood sugar was 70, my post-huge-freaking-pancakes-breakfast-tacos-and-tea blood sugar was 81. Clearly I do not have GD. Yay ( Read more... )

A list of happinesses today ( Read more... )

I forget everything, and usually I forget it before it's really even passed. Is everyone this way? The things which remain in my head remain firmly, but the rest slips far away. So here're some things I'd like to remember later:

Dinner last weekend at Eddie V's, where I had an amazing grilled chilean sea bass entree and the best wine I've ever ( Read more... )

( But first, the numbers: )

I often think it would be nice to be other than I am. Wouldn't it be neat just to feel that? To feel what it's like to be something other than you are? Of course it can never happen because as soon as you feel it, you are being it, and then it becomes you so it's not feeling something other-than-you ( Read more... )