insanity does not bow out to motherhood
bah!
three weeks ago i was a hefty 180
i'da squashed all you bitches like a steamroller
but since then
i have lost a baby and 30 lbs!
and now can only maybe squash your arms
i've been trying for a week or so to get some pictures up here
but the intenet hates my filthy gus
and i am a loser because i forgot my angelfire password (dumb!)
and why am i still even using it (super dumb!)
so all i do is trudge out here to the studio
on usually snowy and blustery days
(except for today... it's nice out)
try to get some pictures on livejournal
and livejournal says
"no, trisha, you are stupid!"
and then i swear a lot and have too much anger for more than some pissed off keyboard mashing like a caveman
so no updates
cause i am the suck
and i missed the holidays
they are gone
but i still thank the lovely beki for her fantastic card
though i still hate her because she can tan and be warm in short sleeves
ahhh... but i digress
THE BABY: a psuedo-documentary about a real child trying to make her way in the smallish city
I went into the hospital for induction on the 7th of December. My mild preclampsyia (spelling can fuck itself on this one) had worried the doctors enough to decide to take here two and a half weeks early. No bother, I just missed the final throwes of pregnancy and giving birth dangerously close to Christmas (and possibly bringing Christ's anger down upon the child, because we all know The Jesus hates to share bithday presents). Anywho, the shit was crazy. I lasted through seven hours of excrutiating pain and contractions that had only five second breaks in between before I demanded to be shot in the spine with pain-be-gone. during the labor, however, it might surprise you all to know that for the first time ever, I lasted seven hours without saying a swear word. I was shocked. So the pain disappeared and I began to relax and think of popsicles. Then the nurse comes in. "Your contractions have no breaks in between. It is putting your baby in distress." OH NO! So the doctor comes in, followed by a freaking team in scrubs and gloves and they say. "Time to rip this baby out!"... only in their own words. So off to operation! They slice, dice, and pull out this tiny little girl with a cry so sad and a HUGE bruise on her head where she had tried to escape the ninja brigade in her mommy's tummy. Six pounds of pure cuteness and one once of something a little otherwordly. After she was bathed and swaddled, and I was glued back together, I held her in my arms for the first time, and the whole maternity ward burst into song and dance and I got some popsicles! Happy Ending here.
Truly, though, she rarely cries and is already smiling all over the place.
and she poops like a champ.
how awesome is that.
Just like her mom...
awwwww
well... that's long enough for tonight
Anodyne and I need to sleep.
And she needs food from my dirty pillows!
HAHAHAHA
three weeks ago i was a hefty 180
i'da squashed all you bitches like a steamroller
but since then
i have lost a baby and 30 lbs!
and now can only maybe squash your arms
i've been trying for a week or so to get some pictures up here
but the intenet hates my filthy gus
and i am a loser because i forgot my angelfire password (dumb!)
and why am i still even using it (super dumb!)
so all i do is trudge out here to the studio
on usually snowy and blustery days
(except for today... it's nice out)
try to get some pictures on livejournal
and livejournal says
"no, trisha, you are stupid!"
and then i swear a lot and have too much anger for more than some pissed off keyboard mashing like a caveman
so no updates
cause i am the suck
and i missed the holidays
they are gone
but i still thank the lovely beki for her fantastic card
though i still hate her because she can tan and be warm in short sleeves
ahhh... but i digress
THE BABY: a psuedo-documentary about a real child trying to make her way in the smallish city
I went into the hospital for induction on the 7th of December. My mild preclampsyia (spelling can fuck itself on this one) had worried the doctors enough to decide to take here two and a half weeks early. No bother, I just missed the final throwes of pregnancy and giving birth dangerously close to Christmas (and possibly bringing Christ's anger down upon the child, because we all know The Jesus hates to share bithday presents). Anywho, the shit was crazy. I lasted through seven hours of excrutiating pain and contractions that had only five second breaks in between before I demanded to be shot in the spine with pain-be-gone. during the labor, however, it might surprise you all to know that for the first time ever, I lasted seven hours without saying a swear word. I was shocked. So the pain disappeared and I began to relax and think of popsicles. Then the nurse comes in. "Your contractions have no breaks in between. It is putting your baby in distress." OH NO! So the doctor comes in, followed by a freaking team in scrubs and gloves and they say. "Time to rip this baby out!"... only in their own words. So off to operation! They slice, dice, and pull out this tiny little girl with a cry so sad and a HUGE bruise on her head where she had tried to escape the ninja brigade in her mommy's tummy. Six pounds of pure cuteness and one once of something a little otherwordly. After she was bathed and swaddled, and I was glued back together, I held her in my arms for the first time, and the whole maternity ward burst into song and dance and I got some popsicles! Happy Ending here.
Truly, though, she rarely cries and is already smiling all over the place.
and she poops like a champ.
how awesome is that.
Just like her mom...
awwwww
well... that's long enough for tonight
Anodyne and I need to sleep.
And she needs food from my dirty pillows!
HAHAHAHA