Mystery

He woke me at six o'clock this morning with flips like a fish in a small bowl. I imagine a sleek, silver tail suddenly startled and darting. I roll over in the soft morning light and place my hands over my bowl belly, feel him graze the smooth surface and slink below. Mer-child. How to measure my body in fathoms, to think of him slowly settling in a small sea.

Death, be not proud

(Holy Sonnet 10)

by John Donne
Death, be not proud, though some have called thee
Mighty and dreadful, for thou are not so;
For those whom thou think'st thou dost overthrow
Die not, poor Death, nor yet canst thou kill me.
From rest and sleep, which but thy pictures be,
Much pleasure; then from thee much more must flow,
And soonest our best men with thee do go,
Rest of their bones, and soul's delivery.
Thou'art slave to fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,
And dost with poison, war, and sickness dwell,
And poppy'or charms can make us sleep as well
And better than thy stroke; why swell'st thou then?
One short sleep past, we wake eternally,
And death shall be no more; Death, thou shalt die.

Applied Rash

Last weekend, my four-year old niece came up to me and said, "Hey, why you face all red?" I assumed she was talking about my blush, so I replied, "I'm wearing some make-up that makes my cheeks pink." Alanah thought for a minute and then said, "Why you wear make-up that looks like a rash?"

Hm. Good point. Not exactly what I was going for...the "rashy" look, but ah well...

In other news, I went to my midwife appointment this week and they took some blood samples to check for gestational diabetes. For those of you who know my profound fear of needles (and my blatantly juvenile reaction to getting shots or having blood taken), I can proudly report that they took TWO whole vials and I did not even shed a single tear. Not one. AND, I went into the void alone, no one to hold my hand (aka, have his hand locked violently in a death grip). I'm in the big leagues now.

I think I have something coming with this whole "labor" thing...

my belleh: 28 weeks

One more: Karen's little red Vespa

Yeah, it's a pretty hot little number...

A few more Hawaii pics...yes, it's taken me this long to download them...

Mike in front of the mountains they use for the LOST set...
Mike cruising in our Mustang convertible (even though we ordered a Ford Focus...bless the easy-going surfer dude who checked us in at midnight).
A beautiful beach on the North Shore...astonishingly less crowded than Waikiki
An amazing hike up to Manoa Falls. I was ready for a T-Rex to come charging through the thick canopy at any moment.
Mike and I on the top of Diamond Head. Do you SEE how BLUE that water is????