Baby Boys
Well I reckon its about time I write something here huh? Since I'm smithing words all over the place maybe I should chisel a little bit of RL stuff down.
Sooooooooo....
Tomorrow is my very last radiation treatment and even though I feel like shit..I'm as happy as a pig in it. It wasn't so bad in the beginning but those last two weeks made me feel like I was a headless cockroach at Chernobyl. You figure it out. Tell you what, life is great though. I'm writing every day, got a new grandson on the way (I'm not old enough for that but I'll use the excuse that I married young) ..and so far it looks like his name will be Colin. Who knows what they will decide on the day he's born and it really doesn't matter much to me. This reminds me of something.
When my son was kicking and screaming his way out into the world we had no idea if he were a he or not. We opted to be surprised. My husband and I threw a few names around but didn't settle on anything. Well...here I was in hard labor and the love of my life comes up with a name that he figures would be perfect for our little bundle of joy. HERBERT! Holy shit! Ok, I know its a real guys name but there was no way any son of mine was going to go through life with the name Herbie. Na uh, nicht , nada , nyet and no fucking way. I remember saying something like...
"Argh..oh pant pant pant...okay honey...pant pant pant...why don't you toddle along now. I'll be fine..oh argh if you ever touch me again..pant pant ...go to work for a few hours...bloody hell argh..gasp...pant pant...."
Needless to say after hanging in there with me for about twelve hours, my husband went to work assured nothing would happen for a while as the doc told him.."When the apple is ripe it will drop" My ob was from China and he didn't believe in drugs or inducing unless there was a dire need for it. Back on track, himself goes off to work and the moment he punched the clock junior decided it was time to make his debut. Grunt grunt, push push..waaaaaa...hello big boy. You've got ten fingers, ten toes..brilliant. Someone get me the paperwork to fill out for his birth certificate now! Needless to say our baby boy was not named after the Love Bug but you know..my husband didn't mind at all once he got that beautiful butterball in his arms.
It doesn't get any better then this does it?
Sooooooooo....
Tomorrow is my very last radiation treatment and even though I feel like shit..I'm as happy as a pig in it. It wasn't so bad in the beginning but those last two weeks made me feel like I was a headless cockroach at Chernobyl. You figure it out. Tell you what, life is great though. I'm writing every day, got a new grandson on the way (I'm not old enough for that but I'll use the excuse that I married young) ..and so far it looks like his name will be Colin. Who knows what they will decide on the day he's born and it really doesn't matter much to me. This reminds me of something.
When my son was kicking and screaming his way out into the world we had no idea if he were a he or not. We opted to be surprised. My husband and I threw a few names around but didn't settle on anything. Well...here I was in hard labor and the love of my life comes up with a name that he figures would be perfect for our little bundle of joy. HERBERT! Holy shit! Ok, I know its a real guys name but there was no way any son of mine was going to go through life with the name Herbie. Na uh, nicht , nada , nyet and no fucking way. I remember saying something like...
"Argh..oh pant pant pant...okay honey...pant pant pant...why don't you toddle along now. I'll be fine..oh argh if you ever touch me again..pant pant ...go to work for a few hours...bloody hell argh..gasp...pant pant...."
Needless to say after hanging in there with me for about twelve hours, my husband went to work assured nothing would happen for a while as the doc told him.."When the apple is ripe it will drop" My ob was from China and he didn't believe in drugs or inducing unless there was a dire need for it. Back on track, himself goes off to work and the moment he punched the clock junior decided it was time to make his debut. Grunt grunt, push push..waaaaaa...hello big boy. You've got ten fingers, ten toes..brilliant. Someone get me the paperwork to fill out for his birth certificate now! Needless to say our baby boy was not named after the Love Bug but you know..my husband didn't mind at all once he got that beautiful butterball in his arms.
It doesn't get any better then this does it?