Mexican Rice

Like many other foods, I ate this one to death and now I don't love it anymore. The one thing I think will never get old is popcicles. Pop ice? Whatever. I love it. Yeah, Al, the ones that taste like fake grapes. Baby likes fake grapes too.

We met our midwife tonight. She's awesome, and we heard a heartbeat again. The fetus is still so low and tiny, and yet, I feel like I am carrying a canteloupe. When you walk out of a Mexican restaurant, having a tummy like this is not cute. But, the salsa is so good.

Facebook. Let's talk about it. I got back on. Mostly, I just miss seeing pictures of my family. I have like seven years of pictures on facebook and nowhere else. That's a committment. It scares me not to have those anymore. Anyway, now I'm getting friend requests from people I'm not friends with. Yes, I grew up with them, but I don't want to watch their life like a tabloid, and I feel like I should do the same for them and not accept their request. But perhaps I'm looking into it too much. It's always been a struggle... balancing pleasing people and being a cynic, and then just being honest and living without too much thought on simple matters. 

Anonymous Zach, what do you have to say about it?

I'm teaching yoga four times this week. Hermm... I've learned that I have to prepare for every class. My new goal is to learn everyone's names. I'm bad at it. I found that by saying, "Hey students, I'm terrible at names. I'm working on it. I'm going to say your name during class, so correct me if I get it wrong." It helped a lot. I connected more with people. I was more myself. It's like when you acknowledge a person, they acknowledge you. It makes it more okay to sometimes confuse your rights and your lefts, or call your knees your elbows. People have a little more grace. As long as they leave class feeling known and maybe a little bit more empowered, I'm happy with it. 

Barf. I need to go to bed.