this morning, i looked on my i-google pregnancy calendar and read this entry: "You are 22 weeks and 6 days pregnant. Only 120 days to go!" that's not very long, is my thought.
aside from my feeling very disorganized, messy, irresponsible, un-stylish, tired and procrastinatory, today should be a fine day... these are the times when i wish so much that my mom were right in town, and could come over and help me set things right over a cup of tea. plus, you know, it really is hard to live with only 2 pairs of fitting pants (especially when one's dirty and laundry takes a total of 4 days between the tiny washer and line-drying)... well, i have two pairs of sweats, but those don't count.
well then: i suppose i should make a sandwich and do some work in the next 1.5 hours before teaching. the bells are lovely here - everyday at noon they ding away, playing tunes and dongs. love to everyone i know.
2 comments:
120 days isn't long at all. I'm sure you will weather it with your characteristic grace. And then there will be a little baby! Hooray!
As far as living with two pairs of fitting pants, i've done that for my whole time out here, but then again, i'm a stinky boy. And am living in Africa where two pairs of pants is a luxury.
Hope you are well. Christ's peace to you.
hey will you be around in Chicago near the 4th of July? I'll be there with some friends and wondered if I could come see you/meet up with you for a bit??
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