Today's 6-6-06, and that gives me the creeps, and I'm not a particularly superstitious person.
I like the name "Brennan" for a boy, but I'm afraid it's like the name "Taylor" (for a boy, not a dog). 15 years ago it was a great boy name, and now it's been used for girls so often it sounds effeminate. Anyone want to weigh in on this? Is "Brennan" the next "Taylor"?
Today is voting day, but I'm not registered in Alabama. It will be the first election since my 18th birthday that I've missed.
I don't write much these days because I'm TIRED of talking about us - I'm tired of thinking and talking and thinking again about where we are, how we got there, where we're going. We thought we had a plan, then we didn't, then we did. Now God seems to be redirecting us toward a church. We have a love-hate relationship with church ministry - we believe in it but just can't bring ourselves to do it, when you boil it all down - but God's just not letting us out of it. When Domino's Pizza doesn't call back, friends, it's time to pay attention.
I've been thinking about religion and literature, and have wanted to blog about it. But I'm too tired - tired from being pregnant and tired of our extended transition and tired of hearing myself talk - so I'll save it for when I have more energy.
Next week I'll be twelve weeks pregnant. I've almost hit the first milestone - end of the first trimester, still with child. I have ultrasound pictures that I could share, but don't have access to the technology right now. Maybe I'll get Nick to scan next week's ultrasound so the world can have its first look at Baby Gates.
That's all for now.