Completely spaced....
I can't keep up with anything lately, including this blog, sigh. Will try harder. Here are tidbits from the last two weeks:One of my co-workers keeps asking how the baby is. My response generally wants to be "trapped in my stomach, how are you?", but so far I have held back.
I will post a prego pic, I promise. I also promise to send Alala's package, yes I do. I know, I suck.
This morning, while getting ready for work, I had the following conversation with my daughter:
"Mama, you're belly is getting fat."
"Its not fat, that's your little sister."
"Is she awake?"
"Not right now."
(Rora proceeds to shake my stomach up and down, to wake the new kid.)
"Is she awake now?"
"Yep."
"What's she doing?"
"Saying hi to you."
"How?"
"By kicking your mother."
(Rora then proceeds to kick me twice on my shin.)
"I said Hi back!"
erg.
It was also wacky hair day at school (for Rora). She left looking like an albino Coolio. But with more glitter.
My parents are living with me. And I haven't committed homicide yet. We are ALL surprised.
More later, I promise.
1 comment(s):
huh. That's a good hairdo, and the hat I'm making will certainly facilitate such adventures, though that's not exactly why I made it...
Hang in there. It only seems like you stay pregnant forever. It really really will be over at some point. Really.
word verification word: nsxpiy. No Sex Please, I'm Yawning
By alala, at 7:03 PM
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