Only about 15 weeks to go...

I think I may be starting to freak out a little. I hope I'm up to this task. The world is such an unfriendly place. I'm starting to try to make everything perfect, and am failing because perfection is a myth. At least the squeaky clean perfection I keep imagining is a myth. Real perfection, in the real world, where it is a joy and a pleasure to have one's head hit the pillow each night and wake up to a new day each morning, is a different matter altogether.

I am experiencing pregnancy brain in full force today. I feel liek I am writing everything down, but I am seriously forgetting things. I burned a pot of soup last night while getting obsessed with repairing my ailing ibook. I keep craving salads but I only like the ones I make at home. I'm becoming a recluse. I can't really deal with people because it makes me sleepy to socialize. I feel like I'm falling apart.

The baby is becoming more and more active. Maybe I am focussing too much on him. I do sit and watch him hoping for a little surface action. He plays games with me. He seems to enjoy reggae and Aram's voice. And so far he's been very relaxed during performances. (I'm trying to think about him because I feel so yucky.)

I hear it's cold and snowy in NY. Please dress warmly over there. Talk soon.