My husband and I had a date night last night and baby was happy at home with her Gram. After our movie ended, I saw a pregnant woman in the hall who casually scratched her itchy growing belly. She walked away, but I wanted to say "I forgot about the itching!" with a laugh. The little things that might be annoying, I miss. It's your body telling you that everything is as it should be and the little one inside is growing, growing, growing away. Hmm.
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39 wks

39 wks today and I'm still feeling in awe of this pregnancy, I'll miss my 9.5 month internal companion whose every need I satisfy by the magic of my body.

(Sorry I can't figure out how to put these behind a cut)


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This morning I'm feeling that need for some kind of spiritual connection. So I made a CD with all those great songs that help me cry when I really need to. All morning I've been sobbing and it feels so good to just let it go, thinking about how everything dies and I'm bringing this new person (or old?) into the world. It is so incredible to feel like I'm right in the center of this. It seems hard to believe that I can forget and just trudge along through the morning sickness and loneliness.
Here's the songs I put on the CD:
The Healing Room, Sinéad O'Connor :Faith and Courage
Calling all angels, Jane Siberry
World Spins Madly On, The Weepies :Say I Am You
Working on a Building, Cowboy Junkies: The Trinity Session
Sometimes It Snows In April, Prince: Prince Parade
The angel in the house, Story (Jonatha Brooke, Jennifer Kimball)
All That We Let In, Indigo Girls
Soon Be To Nothing, Indigo Girls: Come On Now Social
Let It Be Me, Indigo Girls: Rites Of Passage
Iowa (Traveling III), Dar Williams: Mortal City
84,000 Different Delusions, Shawn Colvin: Shawn Colvin & John
Everyday Is a Winding Road, Sheryl Crow
I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You, Colin Hay: Garden State

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Well, I'm starting to feel the "glow" of pregnancy I think. It's my eighth week and it is nice to know that the little one actually is starting to look human in there. Although I feel a little shaky, it seems like I feel the best if I get out of bed and forge ahead anyway. All the colors seem brighter, and of course, the smells seem stronger too.


Please bring strange things.
Please come bringing new things.
Let very old things come into your hands.
Let what you do not know come into your eyes.
Let desert sand harden your feet.
Let the arch of your feet be the mountains.
Let the paths of your fingertips be your maps
and the ways you go be the lines on your palms.
Let there be deep snow in your inbreathing
and your outbreath be the shining of ice.
May your mouth contain the shapes of strange words.
May you smell food cooking you have not eaten.
May the spring of a foreign river be your navel.
May your soul be at home where there are no houses.
Walk carefully, well loved one,
walk mindfully, well loved one,
walk fearlessly, well loved one.
Return with us, return to us,
be always coming home.

-Ursula K. Le Guin