So many life changes and I should be documenting them all, RIGHT-HERE-ON-THIS-VERY-WEBSITE. Why can’t I breathlessly report things as they’re happening?? Unfortunately, I seem to need 3 months, 6 months–sometimes years–before I can process and then write.

“Even for a simple blog post?!”

Yes, even for a little blog post.

And a book? Forget about it. I had to marinate (practically pickle) in my own thoughts for three years before I could fully process my first New York Days (the latter also being a fabulous book by Willie Morris). Even then I couldn’t get out half of what I wanted to say.

So imagine my little mind trying to wrap itself around the coming of a baby… My body and mind are tired come 5 o’clock– blogging is the last thing on my “To-Do” list. But I guess I have a somewhat viable excuse.

They tell me that now my body is busy helping her body create a brain, bone marrow. 30 ½ weeks along (but who’s counting?) and I’m growing a little human being who is in charge of her own red blood cell production, who is fattening up for her big debut at NYU hospital, who is now blinking and napping and listening to her Daddy’s voice at night when he gets up real close to my belly and talks to her when we’re in bed.

God-willing, I’m forming a child who will be much more intelligent, kind and patient than I… Can I eat something to encourage a forgiving, gentle nature?

When I’m relaxing with this little-human-to-be, guess what I do? I read about the Umbrian countryside (The Lady in the Palazzo; Marlena de Blasi), I eat Jamie’s homemade Gruyere and Pecorino Popovers and I indulge in an even guiltier pleasure… Some women play Bach and Mozart for their unborn children–I tune into the Real Housewives of New York.

Baby’s in for quite a ride, isn’t she? I’ll do my best to document… and get back to you in 3 years.