The long but short road of pregnancy is driving me nuts. Really what is nine months really? Nothing, no time at all. I've only got about 7 months left but it feels like an eternity. How many times in my life do I really want to feel like this? Maybe this is my last time? Maybe not? Well we'll see how this continues. I am getting sick of eating soup, pasta and Power Bars. Really sick of it. I actually can't put another cracker in my mouth. If I do I know I will chuck.

My life feels terribily boring and frustrating. I have desided to start working on some art stuff. I would really like to expand my painting abilities, also I just recently got some femo and am excited to create some little sculputres. I really enjoy it and I seem to be not bad at doing it.... I guess all those years of playdo fun are paying off. Also I am looking to start piano lessons this year. I would like to be able to play and write my own songs within two years (by the time I am 30). I want to write because I can feel the songs in me. Its really strange. I know they are there I just need to learn how to get them out. I would really like to work on my dance as well but right now that isn't as big a priority for me. Not because I don't think I need work I do but I desire to do music first, and really life is to short to fill it with doing too much stuff. Who wants to be so busy in life that you can't even just relax and enjoy a nice cup of tea or the company of silence.