I'm not fat

It’s not that I was purposefully trying not to mention it. Well… maybe I was. But I was afraid that maybe I’d forgotten to tell someone, and that this would be the first place someone would read about it. But now, first of all it’s physically evident (sort of), and moreover, it’s just the context of more and more stories. So if I did forget to tell someone, I’m sorry but you should know that I’m not fat, I’m pregnant; 23 weeks pregnant, to be exact.

That is the reason that I’ve taken a ridiculous amount of courses this semester, which is the reason that I’m completely overloaded with schoolwork. And that is the reason that I’ve neglected to write for quite some time.

So what’s up? Uri is in Israel. I think he’s having lots of fun… that’s what he says. It actually sounds like it’s one of his better trips to Israel. I’m trying to franticly make up for spending a weekend in NYC (ie, not doing enough schoolwork during the weekend). I’m also trying to constantly remind myself to dedicate time to finding a job. And the pregnancy? I sort of feel like I’m neglecting it.. I mean, I think I’m OK, sort of like women that have already had children are. But I imagine that most first timers dedicate a lot more time to reading up on things. Oh well… My latest pregnancy story is that last night I went to the supermarket at around midnight to by some antacid, because I had run out and I felt as though I wanted to rip my throat out. Good thing too, because I had a lot of other things I needed to buy (milk, bread), and I’d been putting off getting those… HA.