[mockingbyrd]

Perhaps because, under the influence of the relentless propaganda machine, you've forgotten that "choose" is a transitive verb. The act of "choosing" cannot, cannot, be separated from the object that is chosen.

Brilliant reminder oh Mrs. T-C. I have long lost the ability to think even slightly academically, I blame it all on my 24 week old "choice" who is convinced that my ribs are his special comfort zone.

[Tax-chick]

Thank you. I have entire years in which I’m mentally drifty, but right now I’m not pregnant, barely nursing, and usually able to sleep at night. It’s amazing to be conscious :-). Hang in there!

Your post above describes how I felt about my newborn babies, too. When I had a job, I used to go over to the daycare center (Episcopal church, very nice) during my lunch break just to look at my son. Even though he was happy (spoiled rotten by the abuelitas, actually), I hated leaving him, and I gave my notice the day my husband finally graduated from college.