Hey-ho Webbies,

Haven’t posted recently, whether it is writing prompt or personal. Some of that has to do with editing the novel; a lot has to do with laziness, and some just the state of affairs for your humble host.

I’m currently 32 weeks pregnant with kitling 2.0, and am amazed, awed, excited and terrified to find myself thus. It only took us seven months this time as opposed to the thirteen of kitling 1.0, who is doing great by the by. Unfortunately I haven’t been able to look forward to this birth with as much joy as the last. At around the 5th month mark of this pregnancy Da Fox lost his job and we’ve been dealing with the normal repercussions of that since then. I hate being poor.

Da Fox finally managed to snag a job with Google. YAY! But is away this week for orientation for said job. BOO! I miss his desperately, probably because of hormones or something. I feel almost oppressively lonely with him gone. Which, you know, is pretty sad when you sit and think about it.

The fun part is having the kitling all to myself and all the play we get to do. He is fascinating to watch. Today at the park I told him we needed to stay on the playground, because an impromptu meeting was taking place over on the park’s picnic tables. My boy is not shy and would have gone over and joined said meeting without Mommy’s new rule. In protest he sat down and started breathing really heavy. When I asked him what he was doing, he informed me in no uncertain terms he was having a contraction. I had to laugh. The last couple of weeks I’ve been having some doozies of Braxton Hicks, and I guess he has picked up on it.

The title of this post is because I just needed to get this all out of my head, and writing is the best way I know how to do that. So there you all go my brain dump. Hope it is as incomprehensible to you as my brain space has been for me.

Keep Surfin’ Webbies, and may all you imaginings be Fertile!

–Stara