baby thoughts

I've started to feel the baby kick. It's strange feeling involuntary and unusual movement in my own body.

I've read the baby can start hearing things now. So I play music for her/him. Like Simon & Garfunkel, The Killers, La Boheme, Alanis, DeBussy, Fleetwood Mac, Turandot, Duke Ellington, Josephine Baker, Madeleine Peyroux, Paheli, whatever I think will be cool music to hear for the first time. There's so many amazing things the baby has no idea about - like the sunshine and breeze today. Grass. Marshmallows. Dancing. Books. Colors. Dogs.

I'm so excited to introduce this person to all the cool things this world has to offer.

Sometimes I get caught up in the ugliness of the world, and feel distress about bringing a fresh, new, innocent life into this mess. But then I remember all the things worth celebrating, the fun things, the things that really make life worth living. Like road trips, good friends, falling in love, the joy of discovery, good foods, the beach, music, summer concerts, naps, laughing, good books.

I keenly know growing pains, broken hearts, disillusionment, pain, guilt, boredom, disappointment, and depression are virtually unavoidable in life at some point. But I wouldn't want to have missed it myself.
I think on the whole, the good outways the bad in most everyone's life. I know there are those horrible exceptions, and that I live in a blessed country, but some of the good things are fairly international and timeless, like family, friends and imagination. Most everyone has a chance at those things.

Anyway, that's what I think. When I'm not thinking about my thesis. I'm getting there, guys.