It is 10:30 on a Friday, a Friday with a 6am wakeup call, and Mama wants to go to sleep, but the heartburn and indigestion is so bad she thinks her chest will burst into flames if she ceases to be upright for more than 3 seconds. I’ve seen pictures of what happens to my…
May As Well Pluck a Daisy
A friend’s blog prompted me to ruminate on the decision to have or to have not (children, I mean). Also, I’ve had a very productive day already and need a small break. There are only so many performance appraisals I can write before my eyes start crossing. I know that having children will mean…
Addendum
I think the wee imp is doing calisthenics today. Or, possibly, he has been replaced by a school of large, frantically swimming fish. Who aren’t synchronized. I had some Hershey’s toffee kisses a few minutes ago – maybe this is his way of saying he likes chocolate.
Bored and Boring
My head aches. No reason, just pregnancy in general. The 12 days of pregnant Christmas should really be more like 50 days, if it was truly going to list all the symptoms (another one? Your eyesight changes. I can barely read this screen, I think I may need some glasses temporarily.) I spared you all some…
The Twelve Days of Christmas, Preggers
I know the last thing we need is another one of these parodies. But it came to me this morning in the shower, as I discovered my first stretch mark. Forgive me. You are not obligated to laugh, but I think it’s hiLARious. On the first day of Christmas my baby gave to me…