the baby must eat... had a girls night out last night with Stacy and C.Leigh. But before I talk about how great that was, let me share with you some of the less wonderful aspects of yesterday. The morning faired well but as I was driving back to work after lunch, I began to cry heavily. I believe this strong emotional outburst was, in reality, an overload of emotion caused from thoughts of my life. I was picturing having a baby and a husband. Things I've wanted, really, since I was a little girl. I'm happy that the energies of the universe had sense enough to veer me along paths around marriage and child-bearing until this later stage of my life and I can't really explain, to you or to myself, how strong of an emotion it is when I think about it. Needless to say, the rest of the afternoon took a strange turn, as I did not know when another of these episodes would occur. I started to then feel scared and anxious and a little on the irritable side. I think emotional instability sums it up. I cried hard on the way home, was a bit sensitive and crabby towards Mike and during my workout at the Y. But I then met up with the girls and felt, emotionally at least, a lot better. We talked of Stacey's new men, C.Leigh's new house and my new fetus and ever-growing body, among other things. The conversations veered somehow toward death and a debate over burial or cremation. It was nice, but I proceeded to eat too much and was miserably full for the rest of the night, with a backache to top it all off. All that seemed tolerable, though, because I was able to return to a beautiful home, a wonderful man and a big, comfy bed. And now, almost 21 hours later, I'm still a little full from last night's meal, but I mustn't forget... the baby must eat.