Another weekend draws to a close, and of 48 hours in a weekend, I’d say that I’ve slept . . . 36 hours of it. This is not an exaggeration. Gestating a human being is a lot of work. the baby is just 3/4 of an inch. Tiny. But it’s consuming my body and soul. Like my heart beats, the baby is ever present in my mind.

I am making some progress on my reading challenges, though. I take random notes for various entries, but then become tired and take another nap. 

The poor dog, though . . . she needs a good game of fetch or frisbee.