I had the luxury, thanks to my parents and their small abode, to stay in a hotel last night. I drove down from Pittsburgh with the kids for a short visit while the kids are out of school. Despite previous stints of solitude in a variety of hotel rooms, I found myself feeling amazingly relaxed- content, and willing to provide my body with some long overdue self-care rituals. I slathered my feet with foot cream which my soulsister Deidre sent me a year ago, I moisturized my face (yes, we're talking the basics here), and slept a good eight hours. Pregnancy is good for me- I didn't once look in the horrible hotel mirrors and glare with horror at my cellulite or my less than perfect complexion. I didn't once brood over past mistakes of overindulgence or vow to stop eating everything but salads. I just laid there, watched marginal TV, drank endless cups of juice (ruby red grapefruit- my favorite), and water, and admired my growing belly. If I could be more "llama-like", pregnant almost continuously through adult-life, I do believe that I would be a hell of a lot more grounded and caring of my spirit. I'll have to ponder this for a while, and, as I'm quite sure that it is an impossibility for me to jump species, I will strive to come up with a more realistic solution. :)