State of the Ami

Cooking: sorely neglected. To be tackled with mad industriousness tonight.
Work: almost...freaking...done. 4 more days, then I sleep the sleep of freedom. Well, after christmas, anyway.
Performance review: awesome.
Shopping: very near complete. Still on the hunt for one item but am starting to think it may have gone out of style while I wasn't paying attention.
Glass: languishing. Have to get out to the studio and finish up the soldering this weekend.
Body: ongoingly exhausted and beat-up-feeling, to my continued chagrin. Nobody friggin told me that my HANDS were going to get sore too. Despite all my reading there seems to be a lot that nobody told me about this state of affairs. Like the fact that it's not just eating but ALL my bodily functions that I appear to be doing for two. (TMI? You're welcome!)
Rose: wiggling away in apparent contentment, although she seems to have suddenly gotten a LOT bigger in the last couple weeks. If I poke my belly I can feel her little bum sticking up. It is profoundly weird to have something so solid in one's midsection, to say nothing of something solid that MOVES. All of a sudden all that freaky pseudo-birth imagery in the Alien movies makes a lot more sense.

"It's hard to believe that love will prevail"

A Jane Siberry song I haven't heard in ages just came on my playlist and promptly reduced me to tears. Most of the song is way more dramatic than anything going on in my life - hey, it does come from the soundtrack for The Crow - but the sentiment above was a real sucker-punch, particularly in combination with the chorus.

Also - ah, hormones.