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.
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.
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.
My poem “Forestalled” went up at EDP yesterday. So far the feedback is better than with “Waiting for Charon”, which is nice.
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.