My fear of spiders stems from the fact that I was a bug in a past life.

[valancystirling]

Or so it was decided today. On Jake's mom's front porch we discovered a rather large and elaborate spiderweb, which naturally warranted close inspection. I was curious as to the type of spider that would create such a web, so Jake pretended to be a bug caught in the web, using a piece of grass or something. All I can say is that I have never seen spiders move so fast out of nowhere. It was a big one too, and I definitely had a flashback to some buggy existence in which I was face to face with those eight eyes, all focused on me, pouncing on me before I could even realise what terrible mistake I had just made. Oh, the trauma.

Later, we were having ice cream at a picnic bench, and there was this tiny spider jumping its way across the table. It was really small, like the size of a fly maybe. So I'm not feeling particularly threatened by it, just casually watching it with an eye to jump if necessary. Eventually it makes its way to my arm, which is apparently quite inviting, and Jake blows it back onto the table. No big deal, but then it comes to the edge of the table and looks suspiciously like it's calculating the jumping distance from the table to my shirt. I did not entirely like this, so I put my ice cream cup in between me and it, and naturally, the spider jumps onto the cup. I was quite okay with this and set the cup aside. A few minutes later there was a little breeze, which sent the cup and its occupant flying off the table. I watched in mild awe as the spider immediately sent out a thread and dangled safely to the bench a foot or so away from me. Nice save, I thought. We watched the little spider, and suddenly a fly landed just an inch away from it. Something about that just didn't seem right to me, but apparently I had stopped channeling my inner bug and it didn't occur to me just what was wrong about the whole thing. In a split second, the spider had pounced right on the poor fly and didn't let go. We could see the fly's legs flailing. It was all rather horrible and wild kingdom, and in all honesty I could have done without it. But fortunately, there have been no other spider-related events today.

I'm up because I can't sleep. I'm desperately tired but my brain is too busy right now. I've had to get up several times to add things to my to-do list, which is so out of control at this point that I can never die. I will be 90 years old and still crossing things off this list. By the time I started thinking maybe I should get up again to add Write spider post in lj, I knew it was time to get out of bed.

My mom and I have not talked in three days.

We ordered a stroller and car seat off Amazon last night. I got a diaper bag today, and a couple of prego outfits. Money just disappears.

I think my visit to the chiropractor was worthwhile. I'm going again tomorrow morning. And Wednesday morning. And Friday morning. Wash, rinse, repeat for the next few weeks. Assuming we don't go totally broke in the process. Even with our little copay, three visits a week add up. Maybe I'll tell him I only want to do two a week.

I had a fit of the giggles for approximately half the day today. Everything seemed hysterically funny and absurd to me. Very strange. Better than the mood I was in the other day, at least.

I'm so far gone now that I can't even remember what else I couldn't stop thinking about. Maybe that means I can sleep now.

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[acheron-hades.livejournal.com]

By the time I started thinking maybe I should get up again to add Write spider post in lj, I knew it was time to get out of bed.

That is very, very me. I have been known to pull off the road just so I can jot down outlines and notes of things I want to write before I forget them...

[valancystirling.livejournal.com]

I've learned to keep a notebook with me at all times, and one by the bed just for such emergencies. :)

[fi.livejournal.com]

Parents. *sigh*