A One-Two Punch

My studio time these past two days has been utterly consumed by a one-two punch of pregnancy+allergy-induced exhaustion.  After a bit of grumbling, I've decided to give myself a break and extend my self-imposed deadlines a little bit.  I did manage to make this tiny illustration: 

One of my adult ed. drawing students was one of the first coeds at Princeton when the school first opened its doors to women in 1969.  She commissioned me to make this image, which will be printed onto buttons and handed out at her upcoming reunion. 

I can't even believe how much time I've spent eating this week.  So far, my own pregnancy has been a surprisingly realistic simulation of what I think motherhood might be like.  For example, the following is an actual conversation that I had with my abdomen this afternoon:

Fetus: "MOM!"

Me: "Not now, Mommy's working."

Fetus: "But I'm hungry."

Me: "How can you possibly be hungry?  We just ate lunch."

Fetus: "But I AM!  I'm starving.  I need you to make me a grilled ham and cheese sandwich.  Actually, two grilled ham and cheese sandwiches.  But I want you to make them the way Daddy does.  I don't want you to burn them.  And I want you to eat them really fast, like you're in a contest.  Because I'm really really hungry!"

I've already begun teaching him/her how to cope with disappointment.  As I swiftly downed my (oh my god delicious) burnt grilled ham and cheese sandwiches, I pictured our kiddo throwing a little tantrum, or flipping me off with his or her tiny, newly formed hands, shrieking, "But that's not how Daddy makes it!"

I will post much, much more art next week;)