end of the first trimester

it's true. my life used to be divided into semesters. a perpetual student turned teacher, i planned my life by "fall semester" or "spring semester" and summers - dammit- were summers. now it seems i've graduated to TRImesters.

this pregnancy was wholly unplanned and unexpected. this new self-configuration has taken over and anything resembling "planning" in whatever kind of "-mester" has vanished. here i am. in a loving, committed relationship, in a turning point in my life, in a state of confusion and panic, in someone else's body.

stay tuned for history.