for realz. but fuckity mcfuck folks…this whole full time job while also taking care of a kid is HARD. and my job is hard. really intense. and i have not read any blogs in like 5 days. i miss you.
my days are a blur. S’s belly is huge. we are interviewing doulas. we are closing in on the third trimester. freaky. in this land of babymaking (you know ours, not the land of oops!grin!) trying endlessly and dead babies and miscarriages, i remain shocked and surprised at every milestone. but i’m happy-ish.
it feels CRAZY to be in this professional role for a significant amount of time during the week. people expect me to articulate things. these people do not have snot streaks across their chests. they eat lunch. like they actually eat their lunch.