I’ve not been writing so much lately; mostly because I haven’t felt like any of my adventures were really worth chronicling. In my brain, I’ve had a blog called “Disappearing and Reappearing Erin” about how weird it is being pregnant in public and on a college campus, but that’s way past its prime.
Just know that I usually blend in in the background...until I was mega pregnant. Then I stood out. To the point where I, literally, had two international students stop, point at my belly, and stare and chatter in an unfamiliar language as I waddled past. It turns out college campuses aren’t normally places where pregnant women waddle. Luckily, I’m back to being background.
It recently occurred to me that most locals move away from Colorado and it’s rare I meet a full-on Colorado resident; most everyone here is a transplant. Since I now live with a true Coloradan full-time, I can say that they tend to stay up late, like to play in snow, and are blue-ish when born (totally normal because of altitude, which several nurses told me, since I vaguely remember muttering something about Smurfs after seeing her). Coloradans get cranky when stuck indoors all day and like to chew on socks. My sample is small-ish; I haven’t explicitly noticed other Coloradans chewing on socks, but maybe that’s something that happens at home.
And that’s my story. I work a lot, I take doctorate classes, I play cello a bit, and I sing silly songs to a tiny Coloradan who likes cold a lot more than I do. Lately, she’s been eyeballing my morning coffee pretty hard, so it could be she’s got some west coast genes emerging. And she finds it absolutely hysterical when I put anything on my head that’s not a hat...but that’s obviously universal.
An Erinku (like gravity, except significantly less of a downer):
“Shark, shark, shark!”
No. That’s NOT
what the football guy
was yelling.
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