When you write you lay out a line of words . . .the line of words is a hammer . . .the line of words feels for cracks in the firmament
. . .the line of words fingers your own heart
. . .you wield it, and it digs a path you follow
(Annie Dillard, The Writing Life)
Friday, July 9, 2010
Week 37
Swollen ankles are starting to bother me.
Sleep is getting less and less comfortable.
But still only up once a night (usually) to go to the bathroom.
Thinking its funny that, besides the belly bump and swollen ankles, Michael seems to have all the pregnancy symptoms...indigestion, nesting, strange dreams...
Really tired of random people commenting on my body. One of these times I'm just going to repeat back what they say and see how they like it. "You're not due for another three weeks?!?! You look like you're ready to pop any day!" "Really? You kind of look like you're ready to pop too!" (of course, I would never actually do this. I don't think. I wouldn't test me on it.)
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