I'm supposed to be working on a grant application right now, but that's not gonna happen. Fuck you, Career. No one gives a shit about you. I know you thought that after Crushing Depression went away to college you'd be the center of attention, but guess what! Baby on the way! Count yourself lucky if you get your basic needs met and don't get abandoned in a grocery store parking lot.
Instead, I am producing a belly shot flip book for Mr. Bunny's stocking. (And you thought my efforts to make those shots look the same were purely aesthetic!) It's not going to be the most amazing flip book ever, but just wait for Part Two. Because I love multitasking, I'm simultaneously marveling at the fact that there's a live animal inside my body.
I seem to have entered the Phase of Reliable Movement. Monday was Bun Bun's first really wiggly day, where rather than a little bloop! here and a little flutter! there I got successive minutes of good, solid bumping. In the past few days he's even developed a bit of a schedule of kicking in the morning and evening. Holy shit. A schedule.
And I'm sorry if I'm pouring salt in your open wounds, but...it's the Most Amazing Thing Ever. It also brings home to me the fact that this experience is likely to be a succession of the most amazing things ever. That positive pregnancy test was the most amazing thing ever. Hearing a heartbeat was yet more amazing. Seeing a human-shaped fetus was more amazing still. You get the idea. I suspect it goes on like this until Bun Bun becomes a foul-tempered teenager.
I mean seriously, who could care about her career at such a time?