So far at my Artist Residency--which is feeling like Performance Art camp--I've seen a turtle, a snake, an armadillo and drunk guys with their shirts off at the 7-11 buying Honey Buns. Oh the wonders of Florida.

None of the artist--except for 3--have kids. 3 out of 35. Which used to be a fear of mine--having kids in the poor and scrappy world of being a theater performer--which is why I need to still be a movie star. As soon as I lose the 88 pounds I've gained during pregnancy--(JUST KIDDING MOM..it's actually 68).

Yesterday was a miserable pregnant day and I had to call my doctor---as seen above--Dr Weiss. which i hate to do because he always ends up telling me everything that I already know and I knew it before I called and I realize that I just want to hear him re-assure me. And then sometimes I don't like he's 'hey...SWEETIE..ya doing okay?" overly bed side mannerly somewhat patronizing voice. but yesterday...I would have paid a male escort to speak to me like that--it was so exactly what i needed to hear...he gave me all the 'don't worry sweetie''s. and a few "ya know..the pregnant body is a pretty complicated vessel, sweetie". the big issue was how i was waking up feeling sick in the middle of the night--and then up for an hour not feeling well.

the solution---be careful to not end up on my back as I sleep. Which I did last night--(i was already doing that--except for when I take BIG leaps in the air and belly flop on the bed to get into bed...) and I feel so much better this AM.

The real physical drama right now is with Jeff. Every phone call with him I hear a report of his blister count...which limb has gone completely numb....and a progress report on his cold. The one day he started to feel better he practically OD'd on cold medicine. It's tough out there---this Salmon season is there biggest one yet. According to Jeff....something to do with the massive global warming. So there's an upside--more salmon.

my stomach has popped out and it's bizarre. It gives me an odd anxious feeling everytime i see it. A mix of a lot of feelings....and I've felt a few thuds in there. Not a lot. It may be the banana pudding getting in between him and me making it hard.

I'll have someone take a picture of me soon--I took one for Jeff of me laying on the bed--this lump sticking out of my stomach--but i have my bra on and that may be too much for the FAMILY blog. Frans---from Amsterdam--who most of you know...he just sent me an email commenting on intense he thought it was that i was posting such personal stuff on the internet.
I'm gonna tell him that it's all in the hopes of getting a reality show. REALLY freak him out about America.

hope everybody had an amazing 4th. i stayed in and heard fireworks and wrote. and it was lovely.