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This time next week I will be a mom times two.
Well technically that was true as of yesterday but I was too busy laughing so hard I almost put myself into labour at Borat yesterday to post anything. I am going straight to hell and am surprisingly okay with that.
Yesterday I officially hit 37 weeks along and was able to exhale at long last. Fitzy's officially cooked now, all that's left to do is fatten him up some on the inside. I have literally been holding my breath for the better part of 5 months waiting for this day, hoping The Badness didn't come for us.
It didn't.
I'm filled with so much obnoxious love and gratitude right now I may as well be wearing Laura Ashley and farting glittery sunshine out my ass. If I wasn't already me I'd probably want to beat me, at least a little. No, a lot. Let's face it, I really loathe obnoxious, glittery-sunshine-farting, Laura Ashley wearing bitches.
I'm so damned grateful to work for an employer who was not only understanding and supportive personally, but who also has a benefits package that allowed me to take 2 months off without worrying about how I'll feed my family or pay my mortgage.
I'm so damned grateful to have had the past 2 months at home with my Beastie Boys enjoying all their 2 year old wordy glory.
I'm so damned grateful for my Bitch, who's been there beside me every damned day keeping me sane and making me laugh.
I'm so damned grateful for Fratboy, who's had to pick up so much of my bedridden slack and has done it all without a word of complaint.
I'm so damned grateful for our families, who have done so much to help with Twisty G and the move and the house and pretty much everything to get us through this.
I'm so damned grateful for lj and for you. Yes, you. For the support and laughs and thought-provoking connection that's kept me from feeling completely isolated from the world at large while stuck at home.
I'm so damned grateful just to be here, healthy and whole with a fully cooked Fitzy putting the final touches on his cuteness before he makes his grand appearance next week.
Thanks, Universe.
No, really. I get how unbelievably lucky I am, I really do.
Well technically that was true as of yesterday but I was too busy laughing so hard I almost put myself into labour at Borat yesterday to post anything. I am going straight to hell and am surprisingly okay with that.
Yesterday I officially hit 37 weeks along and was able to exhale at long last. Fitzy's officially cooked now, all that's left to do is fatten him up some on the inside. I have literally been holding my breath for the better part of 5 months waiting for this day, hoping The Badness didn't come for us.
It didn't.
I'm filled with so much obnoxious love and gratitude right now I may as well be wearing Laura Ashley and farting glittery sunshine out my ass. If I wasn't already me I'd probably want to beat me, at least a little. No, a lot. Let's face it, I really loathe obnoxious, glittery-sunshine-farting, Laura Ashley wearing bitches.
I'm so damned grateful to work for an employer who was not only understanding and supportive personally, but who also has a benefits package that allowed me to take 2 months off without worrying about how I'll feed my family or pay my mortgage.
I'm so damned grateful to have had the past 2 months at home with my Beastie Boys enjoying all their 2 year old wordy glory.
I'm so damned grateful for my Bitch, who's been there beside me every damned day keeping me sane and making me laugh.
I'm so damned grateful for Fratboy, who's had to pick up so much of my bedridden slack and has done it all without a word of complaint.
I'm so damned grateful for our families, who have done so much to help with Twisty G and the move and the house and pretty much everything to get us through this.
I'm so damned grateful for lj and for you. Yes, you. For the support and laughs and thought-provoking connection that's kept me from feeling completely isolated from the world at large while stuck at home.
I'm so damned grateful just to be here, healthy and whole with a fully cooked Fitzy putting the final touches on his cuteness before he makes his grand appearance next week.
Thanks, Universe.
No, really. I get how unbelievably lucky I am, I really do.