Happy Birthday to Me and Edie
Yesterday i turned 33 and edith turned two weeks old. We celebrated by playing happy birthday on the piano together (very poorly, i should actually practice it sometime rather than just kind of making it up as i go). unfortunately, the camera’s batteries died right before we finished, but here it is anyway.
On cat torture…
I just looked at that picture that erin posted of me and alice playing the piano, and felt a little bad; i wanted to make it clear that i really like to never, ever torment or tease our cats. I actually was genuinely interested in seeing if alice or jane had any inherent musical ability (for the record, jane has a little more talent, but not much). And just for the record, in case anyone thinks its ridiculous that cats might have musical talent, well, i got the idea from a little cat named nora:
We need a kid!
Due to lack of options, Peter started teaching Alice to play the piano. She was able to play one note, two times. She has had one additional lesson…
On a personal note…
Phew! Week 18 finally found me feeling better. I have no nausea to report, and, I’m having trouble staying in bed for even 9 hours. Quite a change. In the earlier weeks, I had started growing tired of hearing, “Oh, next week will be great! Week 10 you’ll feel better…. Week 12, week 14….” I realized after about week 14, people had stopped saying that. But, here it is, week 18, and I’m finally feeling, as I described it to Peter, like a person again. Yeah!
I felt the baby at about 5 am last Thursday, Valentine’s Day. That was my first day of week 18. I felt a little thump against my swelling abdomen. I didn’t know quite what it was, but, I knew it didn’t come from me. I described it as very “third party.” It was a really strange sensation, and left no doubt there is definitely something/someone else now residing inside my body. Hmmm….
