Fetal Position
My best friend from college is pregnant. I can barely believe it. Two years ago I was a bridesmaid for her wedding and now she apparently looks like she’s swallowed a small soccer ball. I wonder if she considers the kicking training for World Cups to come.

My bosslady is pregnant too. I was delighted to see her last week at work wearing overalls. Few things delight me more than cute little pregnant ladies in overalls. She sketched a drawing of what yet another co-worker’s baby might look like now (into month 2). It’s a kidney bean with nubbins.

Last night I took a nap with Opie and held him close to me, wrapped loosely in a towel. I think he felt comforted with another heart beat next to his. I took comfort in holding something small and feeling his sweet warm puffs of breath against my neck.

Today, after a tremendously draining weekend which left me feeling spent and cranky, woefully irate and icky, all I wanted to do was to set my head down in a comforting person’s lap, curl up with a blanket and know that someone loved me. I borrowed Jen’s lap from Paris and she complied. Had I not the comfort of good friends, I think I would have gone postal. I envied those tiny creatures & babies that can go to the simple comforts of being held by someone bigger who cared more than you could ever fathom.