KS after first post-birth clothes shopping, in tears: "I'm a cow, nothing fits, I'm a size zillion. This sucks. I hate being fat, I need to lose a million pounds."
BF: "You're not fat, you just had a baby. I think you're hot the way you are."
BF cuddles KS, who thinks, wow, this is the best man ever.
BF, pensive, speaking into KS's hair: "But you do have really big feet."
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Bed time
As I drift in and out of sleep, a warm voice murmurs in my ear, "You make me happy." Too filled with joy and sleepiness to respond, all I can do is nuzzle into his chest.
Saturday, April 11, 2009
DRAT IT!
I think this blog has been compromised, dammit, though it was only a matter of time, given the fact that I rarely delete cookies.
Son opens up first paycheck: "Gee, and people wonder why I registered as a Republican." Sounds a bit like a Taupey comment, no? I could start a new blog, I suppose, and delete cookies after every use, or leave it as invited readers only (meaning NO ONE, not even people looking for "squirrel SNL" or "twenty-three positions" would ever read this, not that it has been funny in a long time anyway), but what's the point. Writing does help me clear my head, and I think I've provided a laugh or two in the past (people still think I'm funny on Facebook-I'm soooo proud), but since my life has calmed down (being sober kind of does that), there's not much going on but soothing a baby and trying to get the oldest to clean his freakin room. (Yeah, stop reading this and go clean your room!) Sigh, I may try to write the occasional amusing post, but any soul searching or funny incidents involving sex or trying to get off when no one is home and the baby is finally asleep, but the doorbell rings because you forgot that you booked a cleaning with a maid service about two years ago-and yeah, that's yucky, you shouldn't be reading this, go clean your room, geez, I hope to God he hasn't really read this, can't be described here. The boyfriend just moved in thirty years of Playboys into the cellar-ya think the teenager could content himself with that (which he may be, to a certain extent, because he's suddenly begun washing his clothes a lot more often than he used to.)
Son opens up first paycheck: "Gee, and people wonder why I registered as a Republican." Sounds a bit like a Taupey comment, no? I could start a new blog, I suppose, and delete cookies after every use, or leave it as invited readers only (meaning NO ONE, not even people looking for "squirrel SNL" or "twenty-three positions" would ever read this, not that it has been funny in a long time anyway), but what's the point. Writing does help me clear my head, and I think I've provided a laugh or two in the past (people still think I'm funny on Facebook-I'm soooo proud), but since my life has calmed down (being sober kind of does that), there's not much going on but soothing a baby and trying to get the oldest to clean his freakin room. (Yeah, stop reading this and go clean your room!) Sigh, I may try to write the occasional amusing post, but any soul searching or funny incidents involving sex or trying to get off when no one is home and the baby is finally asleep, but the doorbell rings because you forgot that you booked a cleaning with a maid service about two years ago-and yeah, that's yucky, you shouldn't be reading this, go clean your room, geez, I hope to God he hasn't really read this, can't be described here. The boyfriend just moved in thirty years of Playboys into the cellar-ya think the teenager could content himself with that (which he may be, to a certain extent, because he's suddenly begun washing his clothes a lot more often than he used to.)
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
LEEP
"Oh, and about the IUD...There may be scar tissue after the next procedure, making the insertion more uncomfortable, so you may want to rethink birth control options."
Yeah, that's exactly what I'm concerned about now, birth control.
Yeah, that's exactly what I'm concerned about now, birth control.
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