The Beest, my adorable hubby, says, "Ol' Windy Britches [my new, unfortunate nickname], you better git yerself on dat dere blogspot." So, here I is!

I'm hoping I can use this to practice writing. My head feels more than a little dusty. Especially with a little kid sucking up all my brain power, though apparently being pregnant is license to lose your mind (or at least misplace it temporarily).

My nickname around the office (seems I've been accumulating them lately!) is "August." I accidently typed July on the cover of a tabloid section for a fair that happened up here last weekend (that'd be August 14th and 15th). It made it to press, and I haven't been able to live it down. I think my follow up comment, "Coming up on May 30th..." in a meeting about deadlines, sealed the deal. I have officially lost my mind to the being growing inside me.

C'est la vie! My life revolves around the roundness in front of me now. I follow my child everywhere, even though s/he hasn't decided to make an appearance yet. At least the kid eventually comes out. It can't hole up in there forever.

Even so, I often wonder if I'll ever regain the mental capacity I had in college once the child is born. Will I forever focus on what this little one is up to? Or will I be able to hole up myself, safe in the cocoon of my studio, punching away at these keys or spreading paint across canvas? The future cometh in January (or...maybe December).