detached

What an odd feeling. It's like I'm not living in my own body. It seems like I'm often not recognizing or experiencing sensations like I did before Sunshine's boys got to swimmin' with purpose. It's like I'm walking around in someone else's body, like one of someone else's shoes, and it just doesn't quite fit right.

almost 14 weeks

I also don't like chicken anymore, unless it's processed within millimeters of losing its chickenhood. I'm all about some chicken taquitos and I might even eat some nuggets (which I don't even consider real food!) if someone put them in front of my voracious face; but actual chicken? Gag. Hork. Blarf. Am I regressing to my childhood tendency of refusal to eat anything but bananas and macaroni 'n' cheese? Nah. I think not... but mac n cheese does sound tasty.

Seriously, Critter, with you I'm finding all kinds of ways to re-examine life, re-establishing and re-affirming what's important, and re-discovering who I am and who we will be. It's a great day to pass go with you, kiddo. I'm excited for our adventure.