Sunday.

Ok, still no pictures, just a quick note, my apologies.  It’s a quiet rainy Sunday, Drew’s working at the hospital and after brunch with friends and a few errands, I’m catching up on a little work, pawing through a pile of magazines and some chapters of pregnancy books, and getting ready to make some fettucini alfredo for supper, per Drew’s request.  A rainy day always insights heart attack food, don’t you agree?

We are approaching the 10 week mark, and the baby seems, in a way, more abstract than ever in part because I’ve grown so accoustomed to being pregnant, I think.  We had a big day yesterday helping my parents set up for their annual 4th of July party, and I kept getting surprised by my limited abilities because I feel rather normal in this inflated state.  But then I look at the calendar and realize that with only 10 short weeks ahead, the normalcy of pregnancy will quickly become a thing of the past, replaced by the strange phenomenon of parenthood that we have happily signed up for.  In the meantime, I am hoping for 10 more peaceful Sundays where I loll around and flirt with chores and books in the bliss of 3rd trimester anticipation, all the while knowing that there is a kind of peace on us now that is precious in its limited capacity.