My last day of full-time work (for three months) was Friday, so today is an expansive one. Lots of layered moments unhindered by obligatory phone calls, meetings, and computer time. It's refreshing having all these extra minutes to myself. More room for making and moving and whatnots. But at the same time I'm experiencing bouts of restlessness in waiting for baby to sprout from my loins and perking my ears to any odd sensations in my body that may signal she's on the way. She could be here at any minute. It feels like waiting for grandma dot's plane to land when I was a kid, or getting ready to perform, or taking off my clothes in front of strangers, or the seconds before a first kiss with a loved lover, or the first ride in a taxi from an airport in a country I've never been. It's anticipatory stuff indeed. And I'm ready.
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I got a handful of stills from last week's domestic backup shindig documented by Marina Tate and Stephen Kurowski. Here is one of my favorites.
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Activities to occupy myself with until I go into labor: rapid fire breathing
read out loud in random accents
attempt to play my guitar over my giant mound of a belly
So I can remember all that I went through in the last 9 months - photograph parts of my body that have experienced immense pain (left hip, left rib cage, neck, pubic bone, right ear, both hands, both feet, calves)
design some pickling packaging for my man's pickle pleasure
sit on the porch and listen to leaves crunch under strangers' feet