june 4, 2003.

Yesterday I learned how to deliver my own baby, should the need arise. I also learned how a rank amateur can deliver a baby for another. This leads to my next point: the only way I could ever forgive the Boy for not being present at the birth would be if I suddenly went into labour and delivered the baby myself. Jeez, I'd be on a frigging power trip for THE REST OF MY LIFE. I'd never wait in lines anymore.

Bank teller: "Hey, you can't do that!!"
Me: "Everybody who's delivered their own babies, raise their hands. Yeah, that's what I fucking thought."

Had one of those weird moments of synchronicity this morning. Over the past few days, Preacher has begun to write to the other Angels and myself - the first letters I've received from him in months. He wanted to know if I were fat yet.

(I'm in a strange zone, here in my 15th week: too pregnant for my old clothes, not pregnant enough for maternity clothes. As Dr. Hibbert says, "What to do with Bart's twin? Too crazy for Boys Town. Too much of a boy for Crazy Town.")

Anyway, I was pretty sarcastic in my reply.

Then, during this morning's announcements, some student stuck in a tape with "Free Fallin'." I nearly doubled over with nostalgia. See, at Ein-stein's, you could get three songs for a dollar - and 18 songs for five. This lead to predictable abuses. FF was at the core of the 18 songs Preacher & Poet continually programmed into the machine, along with "I've Got You Under My Skin," "One," and "No Woman No Cry." I spent quite a few nights listening patiently while they drank from the trademark enormous steins - interspersing the patience with acid-tongued remarks of course. A saint I am not.

It seemed to be an omen. But from where? And why?

We're getting really excited about our upcoming trip to Nova Gothic. It's going to be awesome: ultrasound in the morning, drive to Montreal in time to have supper at the Main, drive until we collapse, get to downtown Halifax & spend the night in a hostel before moving on to Canso. Then, 3 days of patented Stanfest hijinx & frolicks before going to Nightshade land & Sister Silver's lovely house in the Valley.

Right now our biggest challenge is to get a flagpole that won't break. For Artsies like us, this is easier said than done.

Booty Call: Day 89 - If your provider uses a doppler, you can usually hear your baby's heartbeat. (Been there, done that.)

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