E is twelve weeks pregnant this week. Do you believe that shizzle. I understand this may or may not mark the beginning of the second trimester. "Understand" being a rather strong word.
I have allowed myself to begin reflecting on the fact that our baby will probably be a Gemini.
Are Geminis not fantastic? I've known just a few intimately, but they are each spectacularly weird and wonderful people. People you remember your whole life kind of people. I would love a weird kid. One scenario I can actually imagine involving parenthood is having a moment with E in which we look at our kid doing something annoying or bizarre and then look at each other and just shake our heads and give each other a look that says: where the hell did this weirdo come from?
I can picture that.
On another note, I've thrice evaded death this week.
1. An elevator I was riding in free fell 20 stories before bouncing brutally to a halt. Nearly crapped myself.
2. On the way back to my office from Starbucks, a pair of electrician's shears came falling from the sky and landed -- point down -- mere inches from my feet. Hazards of working in midtown Manhattan, I suppose.
3. I just choked on a Smartie.
I have many blessings to count tomorrow.
Happy Thanksgiving, friends.