There are a lot of times when I become overwhelmed.  Work has picked up tremendously, which is good.. but stressful and tiring nonetheless.  I miss being onstage, which will hit me hard on weeknights.  I’ll talk to friends who are traveling and having a merry town, and I suddenly feel very old.

It never ever fails that just when I start to feel down or overwhelmed, I will receive a swift kick in the uterus.  It’s softer than a kick in the ass, but twice as powerful.  It reminds me that everything happens for a reason, and that my reason grows daily. 

I read this the other day:

Jealousy is all the fun that you think they had.

And it’s true.  I’m jealous of things I think I’m missing out on.  But then he’ll cartwheel in my ribs, and I’ll be so happy that he’s there.  That this thing whose existence I doubted now keeps me moving .. that’s so amazing.  And he’s coming into a home and a village filled with so much love and happiness.

He reminds me, several times a day, that I have nothing to ever be jealous of.  He, his father, and I have all that we could ever need.

First and foremost, I have to share the best news with you.  I casually (and sadly) mentioned on here last week that it looked like my mornings would now be beginning WAY earlier in anticipation of a meeting moved.  Well, because I’ve done right with the karma gods, the meeting actually got moved half an hour LATER.  So now.. I only have to be at work in time for an 8:30 meeting.  ISN’T THAT FABULOUS?!

That means that I don’t have to get in the shower until 6:15.  I had time to drink coffee this morning.  And snuggle.  Oh, it was blissful.

And now, an ode to my husband, who has been SO good to me for the past few days. (Okay, he’s ALWAYS great to me, but this weekend was so wonderful.) As you may have noticed, I hate being pregnant. (REALLY?!) But this weekend, Bryan completely took the reins.  We had great food.  We saw movies.  We went out.  We laughed a lot.  It was so nice for him to say, “Well, let’s go do this,” and we did it.  We got the nursery ready for us to do stuff in there.  He was so amazing, I wasn’t even mad at him for making me pee on myself.

I woke up at five this morning because some strange sound freaked me out.  BAD.  Turns out it was Charlie.  He was curled up on the couch, wagging his tail, and HOWLING.  Like, Snoopy-at-the-moon howling.  Which he doesn’t ever do.  We’re assuming he was dreaming and isn’t an undercover werewolf.

Mabel, we’re not so sure about..

This is why I only listen to my iPod when I’m alone.  Because I am the singer-out-louder.