1. I’m at the THIS WEEK WILL NEVER ENNNNNNNND point, which is always good.
2. Walk Hard was hilarious.
3. I can proudly announce that all of our clothes are clean, and mostly put away, thanks to valiant efforts before work, during my lunch break, and after work. Also: my husband has about 25 pairs of clean matched socks and I have about eight.
4. I’ve been slowly trying to get photos onto Flickr/Shutterfly, and then printed, and then into albums. As I’ve worked on this, I’ve realized I want more photos of family members. I don’t like posed cheesey photos, as a rule–I like taking photos of people when they’re not paying attention, so they look how they look in my head. I got a ton of an aunt, my brother, sister-in-law, and sister. My parents are trickier.
Here are some I took of my little sister, in her house, and also of her being ornery before the baby shower started.
5. My sister-in-law looks awesome. She’s only gained weight where the baby is, and she seems very happy and glowy. I saw photos of his face–she apologized that they might be gross to me, and I laughed and said, “It’s just the goo!” and he had a very nice forehead. My nephew is due in May, and I hope he likes me; even if I am the crazy pet-obsessed aunt. I tend to keep secret chocolate in my purse and don’t mind getting dirty, so surely we’ll get along okay. I’m sad that I won’t be able to see him regularly, and I’m sure it’ll be sort of annoying that we’ll be the aunt and uncle who only sends books for birthdays instead of checks. But at Christmas I felt him fluttering under my hand, back when only my SIL had felt him. And this time he was still, but after the shower I (with permission, because, GAH) put my hands on her belly and said, “Hey, nephew! Hi, are you awake? Wake up, it’s your aunt! I can’t wait to meet you! Hiiiii!” He fluttered a little, and I laughed and said, “DID YOU FEEL THAT?” and of course she DID, as he is in her BODY. I said, “Hiiii!” again and then he jabbed against my right hand with a fist or an elbow or foot or whatever unborn babies jab with. I could feel him rolling under my hand, and I hope this means that he likes me.
I remember feeling my sister move under my mom’s skin; I hadn’t felt it again until a friend out west had a baby. It’s strange, but familiar and oceanic; it makes me think of sea creatures and the word primordial and darkness. Darkness and rising suns and birds and clouds.
Love,
black sheeped
