So, at least it’s medically official: 8 weeks 6 days along. April 16th due date. First doctor appt out of the way.
And…I saw the heartbeat:
thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump thump.
and then “print”, and then here’s your baby’s first photo, and then questions and answers and then yup it’s official.
I liked how simple it was. I still remain surprisingly calm. I didn’t feel flustered or overwhelmed or challenged on anything. It just… “is.”
Then, I immediately made the less than exciting drive of going to the Citadel—during rush hour traffic—to meet a friend for our conversations on the artwork for the upcoming CD. 22 miles will get you 1 hour and 15 minutes in LA LA Land.
Got to a Starbucks (ppphhttt) at 7:58; opened up my computer, plugged it in and their friendly barrista said, “sorry sir, we’re closing.” Side note: I have NEVER minded being called “Sir”, and I never will.
So, yippee, more driving. Went to another Starbucks (closed) then finally found a Denny’s. Ordered the Nachos and played on computers, PC v Mac for the duration. Nachos were surprisingly good, I must admit. And Patricia our waitress, just about sweetied and honeyed me to death…and I just love that.
A crack of progress on the CD art. Happy. I’m exhausted today as we burned the 11PM oil last night, but am carried by the enthusiasm of this progress.
Overall, a satisfyingly positive day. Why bother complaining about traffic, right?
