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Jean-Robert is the one planting; I'm the one lounging... This weekend JR did a lot of gardening, and despite any complaining, I know he truly loves it. Yesterday he led me around a couple nurseries, his eyes bright and his voice passionate as he proclaimed "I am going to plant more camelias!" Much like someone training for a marathon might say "Wow that 20 mile run was awesome yesterday! My quads are so sore!" JR will say after a day of gardening "Man, my legs are killing me!". He is satisfied with his new sport.
While he hoed, shoveled, and planted, I was relaxing. Nina and I, that is. And no, that "Project Leadership" book is not just for show or to hide my enormous belly--I really was reading it! Not 

OK, so I don't know much about birds...or nesting...but nesting is exactly what I've been doing lately. And I don't really know much about nesting feathers, other than that some birds use their own feathers as part of a nest. I suppose that's a good metaphor for preparing for a new baby--you are giving part of yourself over to the new life about to come, to make him/her more comfortable. I can totally see myself now as a fluffy, squinty-eyed little bird sitting protectingly over my nest. That's so strange because 6 years ago when I moved back to California I thought I'd be more of the flighty, migrating bird for several years to come... Me? Settle? Why not travel the world, experience a new life whenever I got bored? Man, I got bored so quickly in those days...when I was young...*sigh*. Now I'm a nesting mother-to-be...and it actually feels pretty good!
The adventures of 4 American-French Bibis in Santa Clara!