you can't stop the good times from coming down on you
27 weeks. One more and we're done with month 7 and entering month 8 where, I think, the baby starts to settle into his birth position. Today's name: Kaden Peter Davis Brown. I am scared of labor only because I am not scared. I am worried that I should be worried. Why am I so confident? I just stubbed my toe on a door here at work and had to hide in the bathroom because without my consent my eyes watered and tears dropped. How can I know that about myself and still not be very afraid of the birth?
Retardation, I suspect. It helps, in times like these.
"Shay, in your pregnant state did you accidentally put the milk in the freezer yesterday?" Kyle asked me today, as he spooned dry cheerios into his mouth. I'm offended that the entire studio thinks I did it, but then again, I understand.
Meg is living with Mom and I am exposed more fully to the drama and pain that appears to be present. Mom turns 50 in a couple weeks and I am heartbroken at how inappropriate and unenjoyable a celebration would be. Instead I have made small spa appointments for us and signed us up for a cooking class so there will be some tame fun, at least. I wish there was more to do, to make it all okay, even if it were just for a day.
I saw Bob at the Saxon Pub this week and enjoyed it. I so rarely get out to see live music, and with Dad in the band I'd be a fool not to take advantage of the guest list to see the show. At one point Bob did a rap-ish song and everyone in the band rapped. Dad rapped about the bear cub, which you can hear here. (He starts @~2:45)
Retardation, I suspect. It helps, in times like these.
"Shay, in your pregnant state did you accidentally put the milk in the freezer yesterday?" Kyle asked me today, as he spooned dry cheerios into his mouth. I'm offended that the entire studio thinks I did it, but then again, I understand.
Meg is living with Mom and I am exposed more fully to the drama and pain that appears to be present. Mom turns 50 in a couple weeks and I am heartbroken at how inappropriate and unenjoyable a celebration would be. Instead I have made small spa appointments for us and signed us up for a cooking class so there will be some tame fun, at least. I wish there was more to do, to make it all okay, even if it were just for a day.
I saw Bob at the Saxon Pub this week and enjoyed it. I so rarely get out to see live music, and with Dad in the band I'd be a fool not to take advantage of the guest list to see the show. At one point Bob did a rap-ish song and everyone in the band rapped. Dad rapped about the bear cub, which you can hear here. (He starts @~2:45)