40 days and 40 nights

At the Ash Wednesday service last week it occured to me, while singing one of my favorite Lenten hymns, that Lent this year basically coincides with my third trimester. Sort of alarmingly appropriate. Not that I'm planning on wandering into the desert, and every day in the same house with ice cream attests to the fact that I won't be "tempted and yet undefiled" anytime soon. But still, it's nice to feel liturgical.