Week 7-Under the Waxing Gibbous Moon

June 30 is when you were conceived and when Tobias and I were in London enjoying our first trip off the Continent together. It was also the first time we had been apart in more than a month and a half as I had flown over a few days before him due to my Shengen visa running out! 

You are a baby of passionate reunion and homecoming, of adventure and love.

We were staying at a hotel right across from the Euston Underground station, mere moments from the British Library and Russell Square, which is the first place I stepped in London the first time I arrived there at the age of 18 almost exactly 15 years ago. 

This is your moon, wise soul.  On the path to becoming full, having already passed the half-way mark.  Keep coming. 

Week 6 of Preggertopia and the word is UBIQUITOUS

In no particular order, here are the things I have noticed occuring everywhere in my world since say, July 1:

1. A desire for naps above all things.
2. My boobs getting bigger by the hour.
3. Intense emotional experiences which may or may not be compounded by the culture shock of a new life in Denmark.
4. A newfound awareness of mold.
5. Hawklike searching for good places to nest.

People, I only wear shoes when I HAVE to and mostly I just want to read and drink tea.  But now, my boobs are bigger, so really, life hasn't changed all that much since the grand discovery of my impending initiation into the world of woman magic.  I also take Danish preggers vitamins now, which makes me feel very international since Tobias must interpret them for me when google translate is not available. 

Somehow in the middle of all this excitement, I also walked 300 kilometers in medieval pilgrim garb on The Haervejen.  Course, I didn't know I was with child then, but I still longed for naps. I'm actually jonesing for one in this photo, real hard.   Needless to say, if a pregnant lady can walk 200 miles looking like a Viking Larper, then anything is possible. Anything.