I’ve been up for 1 hour and a few minutes. Everyone else is asleep. Dark in the hotel room.
My husband sold a big sculpture today. Then we got a call from our dogsitter that our big boy had run away. He’s back now. It was a thunderstorm. Apparently our girl started to dig and chew her way through the chain link kennel. The kids caught them escaping and started to scream, like 5 and 7 year olds are prone to during such catastrophes. He took off, my friend says for the Mexican border. Big day.
I am pregnant, just about 12 weeks. My daughter says if it’s a girl her name will be Cinderella. If a boy, not such a glamorous fate. Many jokes about that. Her sense of humor and desire to make others laugh is familiar.
This baby has been different. I can’t eat dairy at all, or tomatoes or eggs; on top of gluten issues. Sleep is arduous. We meet the midwife in a couple weeks, she too is pregnant. I love it.
OK, no glamorous syntax tonight; just tired and awake. With a baby in the belly.