Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
17 weeks pregnant
This morning I sat down to eat my nicely prepared breakfast, a waffle with sliced strawberries and banana on top, and as I sat down, with my belly I flipped one waffle square off the plate and onto the floor. Doh! I guess I am getting bigger. My dog Cocoa waited patiently with big saucer eyes, but I picked up the waffle (5-second rule plus I vacuumed recently) and put it back on my plate. The bananas, though, they were well stuck to the floor with the strawberries, so I let her have at it. She was very good and cleaned the floor to a shiny finish. My loss, her little fruit fest.
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