Solitary Birthday

I got to see Kristopher's face for the first time in a month lat night. It's his birthday today. Being apart hasn't been too bad, I've got three jobs going on right now, and don't really have time to dwell on missing him. Which is convenient. I'm 15 weeks and 3 days right now and craving maternity pants. It's easy to forget that I'm pregnant. It seems like most people plan their's out. We are having a home birth. I met with the midwife last week. She seemed cool, kept the granola to a minimum. An unexpected, but pleasant surprise.

Things to take with you from the third grade

I have always been a huge note writer. So much so, I'm 100% positive I've weirded some people out with the notes I've written them. I mean, I feel like my barista should like the cute little picture I drew her, but the look on her face says otherwise...

Anyway, when I went to bible school in England, note writing took up at least 42% of our collective time. We lived in a drafty castle, surrounded by sheep fields. I saved most of the notes people sent me and glued them into an old dictionary I found. They're great to look through every once in a while. I have never been great at keeping journal's, and so I love that I have these notes to remember the people and experiences I became aquatinted to. 

Wood is Good

I love a good wooden toy. They are so clean and classic looking. They have a warmth to them, and their wear only instills them with more character. The above collection are from various etsy shops: Narwhal, Tooth, Kittens, and Giraffe.

It's Not Happening

I had to quit it. 

At 11 weeks pregnant, I didn't even make it out of my first trimester...

vegan.

I guess I'll just be a failure of a vegetarian. 

In other news, I'm looking for work. Which is...a bummer. 

Often. I feel entirely unmarketable, and obsessively reading articles on the New York Times about unemployment and recent graduates, while half watching Ally McBeal, is probably not the most helpful of things I should be doing. Okay, pity party over,

I love my little bump.