Sunday, October 29, 2006
unwriterly
I keep hoping to be inspired and want to write, but that just hasn't been the case. Perhaps part of the dilemma has to do with the fact that I haven't been able to feel 3 of my fingers on my right hand for nearly 2 months. So I went to a chiroractor on Friday and got adjusted. I heard my neck crack in, like, a million different places, which was CRAZY. I can turn my head much further than I could before. But my fingers are still numb.
My belly grows bigger every week. I finally broke down 2 weekends ago and sat at my desk the whole day on eBay, bidding on maternity clothes. I got a ton of stuff, all of which has arrived, and most of it fits, which is an added bonus. I never buy clothing on eBay because there seems to be no unified sizing standard. Rather, sizing is up to the discretion of the designer, completely dependent on if said designer had a decent espresso the morning they designed said piece of clothing and if their assistant managed to get them a reservation that night at Le Bernardin and if they had a superb hair coloring experience at the Rodolfo Valentin Salon the day before. If all those Manhattan stars were in alignment at the time of design inspiration, then perhaps the eBay piece of clothing on which you bid will actually resemble a size that will fit your body.
The baby kicks with punching bag ferocity. I was reading a book yesterday afternoon, resting the tome upon my belly. It suddenly started bumping up and down to the synchopated uterean water aerobics occuring in my stomach. It is outlandish, I finally relate to Lamb's Alien lyrics.
At 28 weeks, I have 3 months more to go. I am pretty sure my gams will be synonymous with "woolly mammoth" before too long...
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