My mom wrote me this morning, saying "It's awfully quiet in blogland." Blogland is Barfland. There's no prettier way to phrase it. I should take her suggestions seriously: 1. Photo-document said barfing for future reference and 2. Freeze small baggy of barf for aversion therapy when contemplating 5th child. She also sent me a beautiful pair of bracelets and earrings, in a barf bag. It's a Good Thing.
A few weeks ago, when I could still think with both eyes open, I imagined that I could be a super journalist and record all my feelings and great insights as a woman in the beautiful state of pregnancy. I thought I would be so fluent and poetic about the natural and magical moments of my condition, that a book would take form. Reality: answering the phone makes me nauseous, it's easier to throw up potato chips than Lean Cuisine, my "good" time of day is between 4 a.m. and 6 a.m., and it's taking me 7 minutes to finish this sentence.
I have Mother's Day gifts for Delia and Ruth, and some things I've been meaning to send to Bill and Alison. I did remember to pay the rent, and I am still teaching the boys. We are learning to read graphs, and about nutrition. I can load the dishwasher, and I have even cooked some meals. Yesterday Max and I started a list of things we missed. He asked if these are lost things, and I explained that they are just things we haven't done, but we will do when my stomach is less cranky. The list includes, going to the duck park, camping, and riding his bicycle down the big hill. We'll get there.
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