As I look back it seems I’ve been using this as a journal for my bad days.
And it’s just not fair. Because there are a lot of good days.
Now that the weather has settled down into a more Seattle-like 70s and 80s, I am less of a wreck. I was running home every day last week and just collapsing in the pool I was so hot. I feel better now.
It doesn’t hurt that Cobe’s cousins Lezlie and Emily threw me a beautiful shower last weekend. We made onesies, all of us in this light filled room at the top of Lezlie’s new house with a view of the Puget sound, cutting out ducks and bears and ironing them on. Felt really good.
And the week before I somehow got dragged to a punk rock show at the Capitol Hill Block Party which was truthfully kind of a blast. Felt pretty hard core to be standing up against the rail watching the lead singer of the Jesus Lizard crowd surf while 8 months pregnant.
There’s even video.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=12dNtw-BDd8
She moved a lot today. It was a good day.
