An intrepid familial soul wishes to have more blogging, but-- my brain don't work too good. However, this person should know that at this point there is nothing left but rambling, disconnected thoughts. And if stream-of-consciousness is what you want, then stream-of-consciousness is what you will get.
The past few days I've felt glued to the couch, occasionally forcing myself to get up to eat some of Jeremy's excellent tuna noodle casserole, grocery shop (that is exercise, right?), go into the bedroom for a nap, and for heaven's sake work on this stupid lecture for the Utrecht Early Music Festival at the end of August because if you think your brain is in no shape now you have NO IDEA what will happen to it with all the sleep deprivation and baby-staring-time that will soon be your life.
I feel like my pelvis is already coming apart at the seams. Weird, and painful.
And WAAAH! I am too big.
But the pictures from the park are nice.
For those of you keeping track, everything is still firmly closed and the baby's head is not yet fully engaged. Double ugh.
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Your body is telling you what to do. If it says veg on the couch or go take a nap, do it! Those park pictures are really very good! Good job, Jeremy!
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