Every day I visit my own blog, but strangely, I have too much to say and I’m not sure how to start.

It’s best just to toss it out there: I went off and got pregnant. Actually, pregnant is when you plan it. I am knocked up. This was a surprise.

But, so many times in my life, I’ve received surprises that turned out to be tremendous gifts. And although I am given to fretting about properly taking care of another human being, I also think about the cool stuff, like, teaching someone to tie their shoelaces, teaching someone to ride a bike. Hopefully passing on my great love of reading and writing. Being present when the concept of dinosaurs is introduced!

It’s early yet, my first trimester. I am fortunate that my physical symptoms have been very mild. I don’t have morning sickness per say, but some nausea that I’ve learned to manage by eating every couple of hours. And I’m bone tired. A friend (who is also pregnant) described it as borderline narcolepsy. It’s a very funny experience for me. After doing a couple of marathons and reaching a point in my running where I could easily reel off a half-marathon, I felt pretty tuned into my body, what I needed to give it to make it perform. I definitely felt like I was in charge . . . and now, my body is working on another project. It sends me signals I don’t know how to decipher yet. Like, who knew that nausea meant, eat something? It seems counterintuitive to  me, to eat when my stomach is upset, but it seems to be the answer for the time being.

Speaking of which, it’s feeding time.