angela_n_hunt | Still No Picture

Bad photographer. No donut.

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Upload's coming, I promise. It's my birthday tomorrow. I've had other things on my mind.

I'm going on a bit of a news blackout for a while. The news is literally pissing me off so badly, it's ruining perfectly good days and I refuse to live in that headspace. I refuse to contribute to the negativity. It's not worth it. It's not what I'm here for. If I'm just going to contribute ick to the world, well, I'd rather not.

So.

No news for me. No bueno.

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Appointment went well yesterday and everything continues to progress swimmingly, as I knew it was. To be honest, I'm mostly participating in these prenatal things this time around because the not being able to peek/lack of ultrasounds drove me nuts the first time around. I wanna see! I wanna peek! And there's just...something...about seeing the Bean swimming around in the primordial sea that is currently the contents of my uterus. Seriously. Still not a real baby, not at 5.62 centimeters of measurement. More a tiny sea creature, swimming in a replica of that first ocean, that first primordial deep that we all crawled out of. Primal element.

I will say, I felt silly watching, thinking, "Enjoy the room now, Bean. It's gonna get real cramped, real soon in there." Because right now, the Bean has room. We both do. But not for much longer.

So, things are peachy. I feel good, all things considered, even if I don't have an appetite to speak of.

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29gifts update:

It's been very interesting and yes, challenging so far. I've managed to give smiles to strangers and kind words as well, every day, if nothing else. I've given away things that certainly have gone to a better home than me hanging on to them for no real reason that I can tell now.

Little changes have happened. Little gifts in return that show me there's certainly something here, something to this grand experiment. The shift in consciousness alone has been very needed and necessary.

I'm glad this showed up for me. That's the latest deduction. We'll see how it goes.

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As for the rest of life? Like I said, it's my birthday tomorrow. I'm turning 38.

Doesn't feel any different than 20, to be honest.