The week before last, I felt totally pregnant. I felt just like I did right after we conceived Henry: bloated, weird flutter things, general crampiness–stuff like that. Last week and this week, not so much. I took a pregnancy test that we had lying around, and it was negative. I didn’t expect it to be positive (even though I think I’m pregnant) because I took it so early. 

So now we wait. We wait until it makes sense to take a pregnancy test again. On the one hand, I was so convinced I felt pregnant two weeks ago (and last week I wanted to take a nap nearly every afternoon).

Life has been so busy happening that I haven’t had a chance to write about it. First, I was working hard to maintain my patience while Matt was out of town and then my bonus parents were in town and then I had to prepare and implement a booth at the Austin Earth Day Festival for Magnolia Montessori For All. Along the way, I managed to lose my Life Binder and we put an offer on the piece of land I’ve been telling you about and I’ve been going back and forth with the publisher to get my book cover and title just right and Matt decided he was ready

For the longest time, my plan was to have only one child. I was an only child for 15 years, and none of the arguments against “onlies” made sense to me. Because I want to live in a close-knit community, I figured that we could fill our son’s life with plenty of close, close connections. The benefits of having an only child (not as much work, cheaper, better for reducing population growth) seemed to outweigh the vast drawbacks (hard/hard/hard, refereeing sibling bickering, saving for two college educations, etc.).

And mainly, I wanted to give birth to other things in my life, like a school and a community. I figured I