Chew Choo

When I first saw Jordan's baby picture I took one look at those pudgy arms and yelled CHEW! A new Konkin word was formed in that moment and now whenever I have a maternal craving or see a fat, adorable baby I simply say CHEW to sum up my newfound feelings for the wonderful world of The Baby.

In the year I turn 30 I think I can safely say that I am turning over a new leaf in regards to wanting children. I would be lying to say that in this moment I would be thrilled to find out I was pregnant...not at all. But suddenly these days I can see it as a possibility. With the right partner and at a time when we were ready, I can see peeing on a stick and being thrilled when it told me I was expecting. Ok, ok. I can ALMOST see it, but, hey...baby steps.

On the baby note...come pics of Baby Z...









I pray for some good news to befall me this week. To be given a second (third, fourth, fifth) chance to put my life in some order...financial at least. I am ready for a break. I am not sure how much more lonliness and isolation I can take sitting at home by myself, searching. I will continue to search but I need to do it somewhere other than this living room/office.

Election tomorrow. Paying bills and finding my lost credit card and applying a million more times. Trying not to think about my broken trunk lock and dropping off clothes at VV. Rain and reading and Real Estate preperation for a UBC tutorial, loving the knots, doing the dishes.

We start fresh, Baby Z, and go from there.