Preggie Brain

Apparently people appreciated my recent status update that I'd rather be pregnant. Got more than a few messages about it. Why did I write it?

Well, Friday night I saw Monsters are Waiting.... at the Getty, mainly because I wanted to see Annalee perform preggie-style. The happiness of this mommy-to-be was obvious and contagious. Having a little bun in the oven can do that, we know.

There, among the whispers about her pregnancy and paternity concerns, I stood in awe. What a dream! For her to be present, playing, pursuing her dream, plumping up in a very sexy way, and preparing for the next phase of her life--I found this inspiring. I wanted to write a million songs. I also wanted to be pregnant.

Not now. Five years from now, ideally. I need to work on my relationships before that. And self-love before that, really.

Seems like only yesterday that I was the Berkeley feminist who scoffed at both marriage and pregnancy. Time always exacts its revenge.

At this moment, I must settle for being preggers the only way I know how: carrying melodic quadruplets.