When Does the Penny Drop?

art, SeattleThis whole pregnancy thing – I don’t know.  It is just not sinking in.  I mean on one level, yes, I know this is happening.  Clearly.  I am not stupid.  And I planned this.  And I’m an excellent planner.  But my brain – it’s just not processing the information in the fully aware way I would have expected it to. Continue reading

Jill of All Trades

“One of the symptoms of an approaching nervous breakdown is the belief that one’s work is terribly important.”
~ Bertrand Russell

For most of my childhood, I thought that when I grew up I wanted to be a spy.  I have no idea why I clung to this for so long. (We’re talking years here.)  I would have been an awful spy.  I walk like an elephant (so I’ve been told).  I’m pretty sure I would tell you anything you wanted to know if I were subjected to torture.  Or even if you just brought a big dog into the room.  In movie scenes when someone is rifling through the desk drawer of someone else who has just stepped out of the room, I become extremely anxious and have to cover my eyes.  It really wouldn’t have been a good “fit.” Continue reading