Ramblings of a 39-week-pregnant artist
From the mind of a very pregnant artist:
I’m so tired. Ooh I should write a song about that. Yes. Okay I’ll do it tomorrow. What’s the concept though? Hmm. Not sure. I’m so tired. I need to lie down.
Okay. So I’ll write and record it tomorrow morning. I mean, unless the baby comes tonight. Obviously it won’t. But it might. Well no, as soon as I think it could come it won’t come. That’s always how it works. Right. Must stop thinking baby could come. Tired. Need to lie down.
It’s okay for me to take it easy. I’m huge, I totally deserve to take it easy. I shouldn’t feel bad for not getting a lot of stuff done. Except, I guess, now is really the time to get stuff done. I mean, I’m not going to be very productive when the baby comes. Nor do I need to be, of course. It’s not always about being productive. I’ve stopped thinking that. Right.
Lying down is nice.
Though I should really get up and do something.
Ow. Baby is kicking so hard. Ow. Why does it feel like baby has six limbs? Definitely attacks in more than four places.
I’m so big. I definitely wasn’t so big last time. This is scary big. I couldn’t be any bigger. Can’t blame me for needing to lie down.
I wonder what baby will be like... should I get an epidural? I hope it happens in the night, really don’t want to deal with traffic. Should I eat something as soon as I think it’s happening? What should I eat?
Not sure there’s a song here. Well, I just need to sit down with the guitar and see what happens. Something comes. Something always comes.
Tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow.
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