Identity Lost

One day after Christmas and my wallet has mysteriously disappeared. I had it in the morning when I went to work and when I tried to get on the subway to go home...it was gone. Stolen? Lost? I have no idea. My guess is it was stolen somewhere at Hard Rock. I can't see how anyone could have taken from my bag on the walk to the subway. Unless they have some kind of stealth mutant power and could run past me undetected, rummage through my bag to locate said wallet and then zip away at the speed of light. In any case, it's gone along with my identity, and I mean ALL of my identity. This truly sucks balls. That's really all I can say about it. I now have to close everything and replace everything. Fantastic! I love it!



Hey, at least it gave me something to write about on myspace. My life would otherwise just be hum drum and monotonous. Well except for the little life that's constantly changing inside me, that's definitely different every day. A new smell that bothers me. A new pain in my hip or leg. A new food that gives me major indigestion. Good thing it's all counterbalanced with a new little kick or movement A new little reaction to sound. A new realization of when he's asleep and when he's awake. A new way to love him more when I discover singing to him calms him down.



Who cares about my wallet.

Always get a seat on the train

I'm so busy these days I barely have enough time to breathe. I'm sure that comes with the season, and the job. But I'm making it through. I'm also growing. Yep, no hiding the fact now. I'm definitely pregnant and I definitely have a bump. It's obvious enough that everytime I get on the train...I get a seat. We almost every time. I think sometimes people aren't sure and then they pretend like they didn't see. It's pretty funny. I'm sure they feel like total assholes when the person next to them offers their seat. Just a little perk.

I don't even remember the last time I took the time to write. And, I think this is the first time I've written about being pregnant. There are times when I still have to let it sink in, but most of the time I'm pretty excited. I feel him move now...yes, it is a him...and he loves to wiggle around and kick. I'm a Momma. How crazy is that!

It's amazing how all my priorities have changed. At least for the time being. Yes, there are times when I still wonder what I would be doing if I wasn't pregnant, but they just don't seem that important right now. In fact, I didn't even feel that bad when I was offered the chance to be in a Theatreworks production of "If you give a Mouse a Cookie" (even though I have been auditioning for them for the last three years). Nice timing, huh. I think I've been cast in the best role of all and I can't wait to see my little guy.

I'm not getting any time off for the holidays, but I am planning on going to Salt Lake to visit the fam the first week of January. I can't wait! They haven't seen my belly yet, or my brown hair...yeah for the time being no more bleach...but I love it and it looks great. That's the last possible week I'll be able to fly until after I have the baby. Then we'll have to see.

Now, my bed is calling, but I'll try to keep everyone updated from now on.