I’m so glad NaPoWriMo is over. So. Glad. But also very pleased with about 1/10 of what I produced, which is, statistically, about the same as last year. Over all, a good haul.
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I ate two bowls of potato chips yesterday, even though they are a trigger food and always make me feel sick after I eat them. I was feeling stressed out after I took the kids–who usually play well together–to weed our plot at the community garden. I didn’t get much weeding done because I spent most of the hour and a half refereeing their arguments over who got to play with which of two small plastic trucks.
[Sigh.]
My muscles were tight and I strained something in my neck and came home disappointed and wanting to not hurt. Note to self: eating chips does hurt. My stomach is still trying to right itself.
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My poem “Forestalled” went up at EDP yesterday. So far the feedback is better than with “Waiting for Charon”, which is nice.
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I’m now 14 weeks along and easing myself into feeling closer to this baby. It was so much of a relief two weeks ago to have an ultrasound: to see the small, busy body and hear my OB say everything looked good so far.
Feeling cautiously optimistic, I bought some nice cotton fat quarters in shades of red, white and blue for a baby quilt. I’m planning on a simple nine-patch pattern called (appropriately) “Sunshine and Shadows”
Jim and I have agreed on a possible girl’s name (no mean feat this early in the game) and I’m trying–and totally failing–to think of a boy name that both of us won’t hate. A happy problem, as Kim Stafford likes to say.