Sometimes you are surprised by life. We're having another kid. Pregnancy puts me over in the contemplative camp I guess, so I've been looking around, staring at the curtains, listening to music, driving, all the while, thinking.
Feeling nauseated about 22 to 23 hours a day, watching Northern Exposure (thumbs up!) , reading Prodigal Summer (thumbs down.) and eating are activities I do best at this time, all the while, thinking.
Most books that feature a pregnant person attempt to describe this kind of absent, dreamy confusion that kind of takes hold during this time. It's hard to nail down exactly what it is. It's weird. I'm thoughtful, but not focused. I know it won't last, so I'm just contemplating it while I'm in it.