Superstition

Good morning from my belly:

It’s funny how superstitious a girl can get at the end of a pregnancy. I don’t believe in numerology, per se – mostly because I don’t know anything about it. But this week, I’ve been not-quite-consciously adding up the dates every day, to see which date would be best to have a baby. For example: June 27 was good because it’s 06, 27, 06, which equals 21, which, when added to make just one digit, equals 3. 3 is a factor of 9 and 9 is my lucky number. Hooray!

As we know, Tuesday the 27th came and went without incident. Well, in my world. It was a pretty exciting day for cricket player Virender Sehwag.

On Wednesday I checked in with my boyfriend Rob Breszny but he appears to have tired of watching me and says only this: When you obsess on your adversaries, you risk becoming like them. The more you shape your life through your responses to things you don’t like, you invite them to define your destiny. You’ll have to be on guard against falling prey to this mistake in the coming weeks, Aquarius. While I don’t suggest that you totally ignore the forces that oppose you, neither do I recommend that you regularly wake up in the middle of the night and spend hours plotting your next ten moves against them. Confine your scheming to a circumscribed period–say every Saturday between 11:30 a.m. and noon–and devote the rest of your time to creating what you love.

Yesterday I turned to my old flame, Tim Stephens and he offered: Work, health, employment, repairs, and care of dependents – these succeed this week, and generally occupy you well into July. You can begin a good, lucky project here Sunday/Monday – but only if it can be completed in several days. Don’t start any major new projects before July 28. Your efforts will yield heart-uplifting rewards in career and parenting zones, especially Sunday/Monday and Friday. Relationships have intensified in June, and reach a mini-climax Tuesday to Thursday morning – all should be good in this, unless worry or suspicion interfere. Trust has benefits!

Heart-uplifting rewards, hmm? That leaves today for my heart-uplifting rewards in parenting zones. I suppose anything could happen.

Now I’m aiming for Canada Day. (7+6+1=5. Not ideal. But at least it’s an odd number. [I prefer odd numbers to even.]) The only danger is the prospect of a visit from Stephen Harper if I have a Canada Day baby. I think the chances are slim, but I know how he loves the babies.

When I get too addled and ceee-ranky I just go upstairs and look at the shoes.

(those are duck-foot booties and a duck-head cap, worn by Small Brown Bear. And a blanket from Italy.)