Thursday 3rd October 2013, Week 10.5, 205 days to go
My brain is so goddamn busy. I can’t even put my finger on what is happening. I tried to describe it to Alison this way: In woodworking you’re taught to measure twice cut once and then measure again. The moral being to prepare, prepare, act, and evaluate. But at the moment I’m only measuring once or not at all and just going straight for the act step, most of the time I miss the evaluate part too. There is no time I’m already halfway into the next task before I finish the first. But somehow whether it is blind luck or pure instinct I seem to be getting it right. I’m coping. Doing what needs to be done when, however, and whatever needs to happen. Just hope it holds up.
I don’t even know what to type. I’ve been sitting here for about 15 minutes and haven’t really done much. I have started to type a few times, always trying to put a spin on it. For example, I’ll make it into a step-by-step of an average evening. Or try to… oh bugger it I can’t even focus on what I’m trying to say. Writers block anyone.
Maybe I’ll tell you about the real craving of the pregnant couple. Sure there are the food cravings, but I’ve even found that pregnant women can crave with pretty much all of their senses. The smell of fresh toast, the feel of warm blankets, needing to hear busy ambient noise or a dead silent room.
These wither in comparison to what the body needs. Not physical needs but mental necessities. Right now my body is doing exactly what it needs to do. I am resting; I am spending the evening sitting with my wife. Were at opposite ends of the couch, both on our laptops, I’m sure doing completely different things. But it is what we both needed. It’s strange that you don’t recognise the simple couple pleasures all the time. Life can be so incredibly hectic but going for a drive in the evening together, or sitting in each other’s company for a while can be what the pregnant couple really craves.