lame excuse

Hi. I miss you. Yesterday was the worst day ever. I officially hate being pregnant. Here’s to hoping today will be better. And that I’ll put up a real post.

a bumpy start

I woke up with a crazy tension headache: the kind that makes everything seem like it the world should be painted in shades of pale blue. Made mint tea and sugar toast, and still I felt like crying. The sun is out this morning though the ground is soft from too much rain. I am [...]

For the love of food

I spent the day in the garden: discovering what weeks of rain and heat and neglect can do to leggy tomatoes and lettuces. Do you know that when a lettuce bolts, it shoots up four feet tall? I’ve learned so much from my garden this year—my first in this state, in this rocky soil and [...]

roots

Yesterday the moon looked like a copper penny in the sky, red and low against the dark mountains, clouds clinging to its craters. Today it rained. All day; the kind of steady rain that makes you think Biblically, the Ark suddenly making sense. It was the kind of rain that made me loose all resolve [...]

You know you're pregnant when…

Your three year old gently pats your chest and asks, “Are dees bigger mama?” True story.

nonsense

I’ve been truly miserable the past few days. Drowsy and doubled over with stomach pain. It’s not just the nausea, it’s the discomfort, the indigestion that is always and forever there. Everything disagrees. And, I’m hormonal. Proof? I watched Dirty Dancing last night. It is quite possibly one of my favorite movies, although I couldn’t [...]

It's only the beginning

I’ve grown accustomed to being hunched over. Hunched, as in, knees up, back rounded, almost fetal. This is the way I spend my day, curled on the couch, attached at the hip to my laptop, mostly, between tentative forays into the kitchen, and occasional attempts to be useful in any way. It isn’t pretty. Remember [...]

hormone insanity

In the restaurant the other night, this is what transpired: Me: I’ll have a Tom Ka soup and an order of spring rolls. DH: I’ll have—(some weird unpronounced-able pork thing) Me: He’ll have (pointing to Bean) one spring roll, please. Waitress: So you want two springrolls? Me: No, an order of springrolls for me and [...]