Tomorrow my friend Krystal goes in to have her baby girl. Totally exciting.
Having never given birth, I find myself totally curious and/or enthralled with the whole act of birth- even though I've seen it from a Dr's standpoint (thank you, Sandi). Watching a birth was one of the COOLEST things ever to witness. Completely amazing.
But mostly AMAZING.
My problem is that now that I have two kids, I have no real desire to give birth, so instead, I have a food baby in my tummy. Sometimes after a big meal I'll find myself holding my belly like Krystal does in the pix below. It's funny, go ahead and laugh. And sometimes, like, say... if I haven't eaten in the last 28 minutes, my food baby gets angry and demands chocolate.
Who am I to deny a BABY?
But man... my shirts are all getting really tight, so.... I think it's time this food baby finds a new home.
Anyway, sometimes when my girls and I get together, they let me feel their bellies (there are always one or two or sometimes even three of my friends who are knocked up.... totally a pandemic) and it's so weird to think that there is something alive in there. What would that feel like? Do babies like it in there? Or are they desperate to get out- like in Spaceballs, when that tiny alien bursts out of that dude's belly and starts singing, "Hello my hunny, Hello my Baby, hello my ragtime Gal..."
I think I'll go to bed now.
Good luck Krystal! You are fully glowing.
PS: Seattle sessions are now open- email me if you'd like to sign up for a session at Pike Place on July 23rd!
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