Stolen Muse

Sometimes I think pregnancy has stolen my muse.  I am 11 weeks in and so very tired that there is little I want to do that requires more than on optic nerve.  Watching Harry Potter or other things on Netflix, keeping up with the news here in #Ferguson.  I have tried painting, tried drawing (get distracted), tried bicycling (bonk in 10 minutes), tried cooking (ugh – really? Eat that?) and, yes, tried writing (such a heavy pen).

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You’re A Wonder, Wonder Woman

I think I had my first pregnancy dream last night.  Several of them, actually.  In my favorite one, a new Wonder Woman was being born out of a tub, like a Cylon in Battlestar Galactica. She emerged, fully clothed and elevated to the top of the room, where the old Wonder Woman was waiting.

They greeted each other and then stood together and looked ‘away,’ off the horizon.  Together, they agreed that they were going to adopt and raise the coming baby.

I decided this was a pregnancy dream and it means one of two things:

1. I am carrying Wonder Woman

2. I AM Wonder Woman.

I’ll accept either one.

Our Name is Creo – Create

And for the ultimate in Creation: I’m pregnant. I just found out on Monday, and I’m kind of freaking out.  Not as much as I was, but still.

I haven’t blogged in awhile, and I know I’ve got some of parent/mother bloggers I’m pals with that I wanted to tell!  Here’s a question for ya: I’m not drinking or smoking cigars right now, obvs, but I will want summat special to do when I’m with my friends or husband who is doing those things.  What worked for you?

I’m thinking about making myself a Virgin Mary (a bloody Mary w/o the vodka) but what else did you have or do during pregnancy that was fun and special?

Blink and its 2016

My 20 year high school reunion is this fall.  I don’t know if I can make it back to the US to go to it; my research is just getting started here in Bath, and we’ve spent so much money traveling.  We’re living the dream.

I’m pretty sure I’m pregnant.  That’s the big thing on my mind, the big thing that would keep me here. I haven’t found a doctor here, yet, but I need to do that right away.  This is kind of what Cohiba and I have been planning all along, so I’m not upset, just nervous/excited.  If my baby’s born here, it’ll be a British citizen.  It may call me mum instead of mom!