So my unborn child's first few months of existence were spent in the body of a wine-deprived academic trying to revise her first book while staving off alternating waves of nausea and intellectual self-doubt. Having lived in the same body, I can tell you that it was less than prime real estate. Hence, in the spirit of that noble institution, the American family summer vacation, whereby parents attempt to compensate for the inadequacies of the everyday life they have provided their children with a week-long period of enforced Togetherness under a tyrannical order of Mandatory Fun, I hope my week on a pig farm in rural New York supplied enough in utero positivity to keep this child from being permanently warped by me before it even graduated to the second trimester.
Things I did with you, Futurebaby, so you would know that life does not consist solely of despairing in front of a computer screen:
Shushan, NY is, I believe, one of the areas badly affected by flooding after Irene. This is how I remember it from a couple weeks ago. Fingers crossed for a swift recovery. Also, thanks to my mom for the photos!