Kinnari enters the 21st century?

Well, I never thought this would happen. Kinnari, a self-professed would-be luddite, has a blog. (Or "weblog" shortened, for those of you even further behind than I.) But I thought it would be a nice place to post updates about the Bitlet for those of you who are interested and who aren't around here to have already grown tired of my constant chatter.

I'm 20 weeks pregnant, now -- halfway through! Not that I'm in any hurry to be done with pregnancy. I'm really enjoying it. There were a few months of less than happy stomach-ing, but nothing drastic, and now that I'm in my fifth month, those memories are well behind me. Now I'm awake again, my protruding belly looks pregnant, rather than a dubious "is she gaining weight?" People smile at me and bossy choir moms make me sit down at every opportunity. (Okay, that part I'm less keen on. Please. Trust me, I know when I need to sit down, and frankly, it's more of a pain to have to get up again, so please let me keep standing.)

And my, is it liberating to wear whatever I want and not worry "does this make me look fat?" No automatic sucking in my stomach, no avoidance of clingy fabrics--in fact, the clingier the better! (Though it does smack a little too much of "modern pregnancy" sometimes. After all, I'm no Kate Hudson.)

I was recently heartened to hear that I needn't give up all my hopes of reading my favorite books to the boy. I assumed, once we saw that "little bit" between the baby's legs, that I'd have to learn all about books about steam shovels and trains that could. But a male friend of mine said that he would have loved to read Alcott when he was growing up, and that in fact the Little House books were some of the first he read on his own. That makes me happy. I just couldn't imagine what I'd be able to give to this child of mine, if I couldn't pass on the books I loved so much. And perhaps they won't be his favorite books. That's fine. I just wanted to pass on the memory that his mother read to him and shared something so dear to her. I pray that he's a reader. I pray that he'll sing.