Day 23/24 - Rush and then rush again

I'm leaving in a few hours for the airport to eventually arrive in Casablanca, Morocco.

I refuse to give any more time to documenting all of the time I've recently and not-so-recently spent getting ready for this trip. So, just think of a lot of time and then throw it out your car window and watch it careen into plaid pantry where it gets a 28 pack of Milwaukee's Best and then gets in its own car after finishing off the case and fatally crashes into a vitamin supplement store.

The past few days I've been thinking, man... I feel fine, can this really be a successful pregnancy? I'm tempted to attribute the overwhelming neediness of the Morocco project to my non-sickness. How, you ask? Well, the other night I was laying in bed, thinking about being pregnant and how it was sucking at that moment, then I went on babycenter and was reading about other people being pregnant and I would alternate between the two. I realized that a good portion of time had gone by with no real progression of thought or action. I was just dwelling in the fertilized place. Then I realized the big question, the type of defining question that could certainly categorize you if you were an online quiz, the question that I was fearing asking myself....

When you are pregnant, do you think about the fact that you are pregnant close to 100% of the time?

Now, before you immediately answer that for yourself, consider this: "Think" is loosely defined, "think" is also "sense" and "consider" and on the flip side "think" is an all over "feeling" or "energy".

Because the question seems to really call out a woman who is, well, way too preoccupied with pregnancy, i.e. has little interest in pursuing life's other joys, I was certainly quick to answer negatively.

I definitely don't think about it all the time.

But the more I sat with the question (which is STILL thinking about being pregnant, mind you), I started to realize that it just kindof clouds your mind and body. The ultimate conclusion I came to was this: Being pregnant is like a cataract. I'm not even going to elaborate on this- there it is.


Well, I guess I'd better pack before I spend more time THINKING ABOUT BEING PREGNANT. I put my winter coat on today for the first time since a couple of weeks ago, no big deal. Yea, until I caught a strong wind and decided to zip up. On the first try I couldn't get the two sides to meet each other. I couldn't get the two sides to meet. Digest that, because obviously I've been digesting A LOT of it. When I did the tug tug and got the zipper started it was as though I was being put into an airtight chamber or food storage baggie. Yea, I got it on, but barely.