A hundred pieces.

The first time I felt the baby move I was so astonished by the experience I almost cried. It was just this tiny little push that reminded me that there is a viable little person inside of me. Amazing.

These days, Smoosh moves around a lot. Those tiny little movements aren't quite so small anymore - sometimes they're not too bad but other times I start to think "Knock it off in there, or you're grounded!"

As of last night, I am finished all of my assignments for PhiladelphiaNeighborhoods. It was a long, difficult semester for me and although I met a lot of really awesome people, I'm glad that it's over. It was very frustrating and difficult for me to exert myself so physically for such long hours, knowing that it wasn't good for the baby or for me. We both needed to be resting a lot more than we were able.

I've felt like I haven't really had time to be myself or to get to know my changing body or the little one we're waiting to meet because of the demands of school. I have always been determined to finish my BFA and am proud of myself for being one step closer (two more classes this Summer II semester and then it's over) but I have really been longing to have more time to prepare for Smoosh. I feel like I've been torn into a hundred different directions and although I know which direction is most important to me, I haven't been able to pursue it. I'm very tired and I feel like I've neglected my child by overexerting myself for class. I don't like it.

I just keep looking to the end of the summer when I'm done school and I can spend some time with my husband and my baby bump.