Tuesday, July 04, 2006

No Baby Yet....

Here's what's going on in my house:

  • My 7 year old wrote all over a white turtle neck with big green and purple letters that say "FLASH" and "i'll be back" and "run, sucka". He also wears it with jeans and a pair of tighty whitey undapants over the top. Oh yeah, and he made a bandito style eye covering with eyeholes cut out. I need to take a picture for you.
  • my husband is totally unconscious next to me, I think he took like 3 ambien last night and now he sleeps the slumber of the dead. Not so much fun.
  • I am on complete bedrest. Complete. Lay down all the time. I totally cheat and go downstairs and shopping for groceries sometimes, then I pay with pain in the baby region.
  • This baby is still breech.
  • This means he's stubborn.
  • He tries to kick his feet out of my bagina.
  • I don't particularly like the feeling of feet tearing through my bagina from the inside, let alone the outside.
  • We decided on a middle name...well...on another part of this name we're giving this child. I think he may have 2 or 3 middle names, but so does my dad.
  • Harper Elias Michael Easley is what we have on the bill now. Maybe Elias Harper Michael Easley. I'd call him Eli, everyone else will call him Harper or something. I like Eli best.
  • I'm the mom.
  • That means I matter most.
  • Its the 4th of July, hurrah! We're going swimming out back and bbq-ing and probably to some firework show at one of the 2352365224623 shows going on around Vegas.
On a lighter note, I watched A&E's "Intervention" the other night, there was a 19 year old moon faced girl, looked like she could be my sister...she was on drugs really hard and I was suddenly taken back to my 19th year and had a little mental breakdown in silence at Walgreens at midnight. My husband just stayed quiet, which was perfect, held my hand and reassured me that I am good enough now that I'm 32 and so far from that time to be the mother of these children in my house. I realized that moment...I'm so dang far from healed. What the heck do I need next? Seriously. Seasons change, this one's not so pretty.

Hopefully this baby coming within the next 2 weeks will make me remember why I love everything...right now I just see gray film on everything...tarnish...smoky windows instead of clear ones.

...catch me later, I'll be on an upswing and I'll be much lighter. Thanks for listening, and goodnight.

7 comments:

shark like a fox said...

cutey-pie names! i'm in love with your little baby already. i can't wait to introduce our boys. it will be like seeing the planets align and the revolution beginning.

Laurie said...

I love when you say "bagina". I also watched that Intervention. It made me cry. I've never had a drug problem, but I know it must be devistating for everyone involved. *hugs Alli hard* I want that baby to come out NOW!!!

Holy Schmidt said...

I lurve you all the time real hard! You're little one will be here soon enough and then you can ship him to me...when you've decided that he is satan, of course.

M.

Mr Anigans said...

eek...tearing....bagina....not a pretty combo of words.

Laurie said...

Are you still Vegas?

John Q. Public esq. said...

I still love you...
but then again, I am after all a lover

Nightmare said...

Where's the BABY??