musings of a melancholic: clara

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I returned late last night from the last of my escapades before the August arrival of our offspring. All of these trips were booked some time in March when I had been plagued by a serious case of wanderlust and was also gifted with the second trimester glory, both of which factored into my ill-advised travel plans for May and June. Each trip was wonderful and I don't regret them, but I am so tired. The kind of tired where the slightest tenderness from your husband makes you cry pathetically as you fall into his arms. I find it so interesting that fatigue can bring us to the pockets of ourselves we thought sewn up. The ugly ways we behave to others, the irrational thoughts, the incapacities of being. Lesson for today, dear souls: SLEEP. The end.

My nieces Clara and Victoria, and my oldest sister Monica

Cousins

Isaac waxing serious with GG Don and GG June

My mom and her yummy ice cream cake

Sis wanted a side profile of the belly and my Mom's awesome 70s glasses

Me with my twin nephews, Vincent and Isaac

My Gma Ruth

My gorgeous niece, Victoria

Ze Belly.

The trip to LA was lovely. I almost never see my family, and for some reason, pregnancy has made me miss them more than usual. There is something about being near your own blood while growing a life inside of you that makes sense. Perhaps it's the ancient craving for the village's support, perhaps it's an answer to the loneliness of pregnancy, perhaps it's the answers to the need to know how other women of your DNA carried their children. For whatever reason, it was nice.

For the rest of the weekend, post-shower, sis and I just hung out watching Clara be the cutest.

Come on! Really?

Ouch, my hearts!

Monday feels a bit bitter in my mouth. More water please,

Hope yours was delightfully spoooky. Mine was a little get-together on Saturday night wherein I was not drunk enough to endure friend's singing Karaoke.

Oh, and I have to share these of my toddler nieces!

Smart Clara as a dalmation puppy, Teresa as Cruella DeVille.

Sweet Olive as a strawberry

My sisters, niece, and mamma.

Southern California Sunset as we drive into the city.

I returned last night to the most gorgeous Seattle drizzle. My parched skin thanked me for returning home, despite an epic weekend celebrating my sisters and their birthdays. We started Saturday with an awesome brunch - so much food and laughter! Then we headed down to El Cid, a flamenco dinner theater. I don't think I expected it to be as authentic and transporting as it was. We stayed at the restaurant until it became a club a few hours later and danced ourselves sick. I also got to snuggle Clara a bit, though it's never enough. I also happily taught her to exclaim, "Oh Man!" which sounds more like "Oh, maaa" coming from her, but still, she's pretty darn cool.

Looking forward to a night alone with my love, cuddling in front of a fire - or a beer. Either will do.

Monday, check.

I have almost no words to describe the genuine goodness of the last 4 days. Where words fail, I hope images will pick up the slack. Sidenote-I will not disavow my since-childhood love of U2; but I will say this. U2 fans are a strange mix of dorks, middle-aged women with various surgeries, Harley riders, PNW non-fashionistas, born-again-ers, and the balding. It was the best church service I've ever attended.

"There is no failure here sweetheart,

Just when you quit."

:: Paul Hewson ::