1: The Number of Posts I've Done

I've done it. My boredom has finally given into the easy narcissism of blogging. I have no idea what this blog will ultimately be, or even if I'll stick with it, but it seemed a way to kill time and engage in some cataloguing of sorts.

Here are some numbers...
4: The number of days I've been off of work.
33: The number of weeks pregnant I am.
26: The number of years old I am.
2: The number of black cats I have living in my apartment with me.

So the theory goes, over the next seven (or so) weeks of my pregnancy, I'll attempt to reflect (and likely over-analyze) on what things have been like for me so far, project (and likely obsess) over what motherhood will be like, and perhaps, along the way, ramble about some other stuff.

I think I'll keep it to a short first post. I haven't written much since I finished university two years ago. I'm hoping that the creative and self-analytical tendencies of my Anthropology degree will come flowing back to me, allowing me to string together sentences worthy of reading. After mulling over what I have just done ("You're blogging now?!"), I'll be sure to paint a picture next time of me and my history as I see it.