Taken by Courtney on Sunday

Pinpointing

My father works in GPS and has for as long as I can remember. When I was a teenager, my parents had me convinced that they had some device implanted in my car that could tell them where I was at any time. I bought it, like the idiot that I was and am, but still I went anywhere and everywhere.

Flash forward to last month, when I returned from Santa Cruz. As I pulled up to the curb, Adam came out to greet me. How did he know I'd gotten home right at that moment? He held up his phone and grinned. Seems I'd shared my location over text message at some point and hadn't realized that it didn't turn off on its own.

I don't care, of course. There's nowhere I go that he can't know about. Still, it's kind of funny when I go to meet him somewhere and he says: "I was wondering why you made a right instead of a left ..." Damn technology.

A friend's prediction of the delivery

I read this comment yesterday that a woman's delivery often reflects the way a woman lives her everyday life. When I read that, I had this flash of you having a super chill birth while live blogging all the gory details and taking selfies with Adam ;-). 

So fucking tired

Really, that's about all I have to say. 

Muir Woods

MILF Valley

Today was going to be Angel Island Day. I was really looking forward to it. Then Adam said to me: "Um ... maybe it's not the day." That's because I've been having trouble eating and keeping down anything I am able to eat. He was worried about my hiking alone and being a ferry ride away from medical help if necessary.

So instead I went up to Mill Valley and am going to go to Muir Woods at his suggestion. I cried on the way up, frustrated that my original plans hadn't come to fruition because I'm vulnerable, angry at the vulnerability. KFOG's 10 at 10 came on and the year was 1997. I pictured myself running toward that impetuous 24-year-old who I once was, arms outstretched, greeting her.

It ain't always easy.

Dear Poppy

These are your parents. I was already pregnant when this picture was taken, though I didn't yet know it. If I had, I might've been a little more sober. I was very happy, though, as you can probably tell. We're at Kristen and Sean's post-holiday party, in Sean's mahn-cave (pronounced 'man-cahve'), which is about the hippiest mahn-cahve I've ever seen. Adam's drinking some overpriced, yummy Japanese whiskey. I'm glorying in my freshly done eyebrows. Maya took this picture while standing on a washing machine, some dude visiting from D.C. not-so-subtly admiring her form. It was early January. Outside things were changing, the weather already opening toward spring. The trees knew, even if we did not.