Friday, September 14, 2007


Against conventional wisdom and my friends' good recommendations, I called Mr. Zips last night. And although you wouldn't know it to look at me this a.m., I do feel better for it.

Before I was maintaining some amount of anticipation. Now I just feel resignation.

I got a massive four hours of sleep on it and, although it still sucks out loud, I see a future ahead of me.

It helped that I woke up with my two girls nestled, side by side, into the curve of my belly. At least - at the very least - they love me.