August 31, 2004

music to your embryonic ears

The books say, pumpkin, that you're an embryo. Apparently you don't get to be a foetus until you're 12 weeks, so that's what we'll work on.

Today, by my reckoning, is the two week anniversary of when you were conceived, which, for some bizarre reason, makes your mother five weeks pregnant. This means, according to the books, that you're smaller than a coffee bean, but you're already making a pumpkin sized impact on our lives.

Your mum's food requirements have jumped. She's constantly both hungry and very tired. When we got home from work yesterday, we spent some time making enough food to keep her going through the day, and then we both collapsed.

We still haven't told your grandparents that you're coming, but I don't think we'll be able to hold out for long. They live all over the world, as you well know, and we want to tell them in time that they can change their flights and come out to see you when you pop into the world.

I've spent some time thinking about what sort of music you will like. You're probably not into early 90s Seattle grunge just yet, but I'm going to start playing you Jimi Hendrix pretty soon. I'm going to try to work fairly chronologically, so when we get home tonight I'm going to put on Are You Experienced. It's his first studio album, and in some ways Hendrix treated it just like I treat you. He didn't really have much of an idea about what he was doing, but he poured every ounce of love and creativity he had into its creation.

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