Baby stories, and forgetting, and remembering

This morning I forgot I was pregnant. Oh I don't mean I sat out on the deck (in -19 celsius weather!) with a scotch and some awful inhalable substance or anything like that. I just didn't feel unusually anything and I was reading some pregnancy blogs and I wasn't relating. I'm not sure if this is good or bad, but it does point to the fact that my stomach is more settled.

I'm trying to find is that connection to this baby, but it's not really there yet. It's only there in panic, if there's spotting or sometimes during this time that things seem too quiet to be going well. But sometimes, I just forget.

Another one of these entries that must absolutely disappear off the web before witch baby can click around.

Shandra