It’s been far too long. Your Papa is shirking his photo responsibilities so I am gonna write to you anyways, photo or no. I’ll just describe myself to you. I look fabulous!!! No, seriously though, I think I am huge but according to other women who have had babies before me, I am tiny for four months. But you are HUGE!! You are the size of an avocado, my friend. A very nice fruit to be, actually. I am rather fond of avocados. Although I prefer them in their original form instead of all mashed up with other bits of stuff added in. Meaning, I am not the biggest fan of guacamole. I don’t mind it, but given a choice, I’ll take sliced avocado over guac any day.
I took my first prenatal yoga class last Sunday and really enjoyed it. There were four other pregnant women in the room with two women who brought their 6 month old babies with them. Listening to the coos of the babies while in a downward dog was something else. So was watching a woman who is due in 3 weeks doing a handstand.
I’m sitting at a coffee shop with the sun beating down my back through the window and it’s making me want to leave. I want to go home and take a nap. I just might do that. I thought I could stay here and get some work done but that ain’t gonna happen. There are so many people here on their laptops furiously writing the next Oscar-winning screenplay. It’s hilarious. I get so sick of Los Angeles sometimes. I have always wanted to live in another city. Maybe by the time you are old enough to remember we’ll be in Northern California. I don’t know where in Northern California. Just somewhere.
Hollywood Culture aside, one thing I really do love about LA is the hiking. Especially on the Westside. It’s worth the drive. There is a group called The Mountain Goats that have been meeting at 7:30am on Saturdays at different trails in the Santa Monica Mountains for over 30 years and I had the pleasure of running with them on a few occasions before you came into my belly. And unbeknownst to you at this point, I am planning on taking you with me as soon as I possibly can. Hopefully, we’ll even be able to talk your Papa into coming with us and making a family trip out of it! We’ll get up at the crack of dawn, which I imagine we’ll be getting up at anyways, pack up the BOB stroller, diaper bag, and other necessities and head on out. The trails are stunningly beautiful and I can’t wait to share them with you. This afternoon with my creative writing group at the Foster Home I asked each one of them to talk about that one place where they felt total peace and contentment. And for me, it was hiking in the mountains. I just love it. Or swimming in the clean Pacific down in Baja. Either or. I’ll take them both.
That’s all I have for now. I just started an 8-week writing workshop and need to do some writing for that as well. Oh no! With all this writing I might just become an actual writer someday! Now wouldn’t that be a real hoot.
I love you mountains and oceans.