Big plans for today: go out and about with husband and find a little Christmas tree.
Oh, and maybe have a baby. But we could also do that tomorrow or the next day. Whenever.
Ridiculous decision that is proving to be the most difficult to me? When to take a shower. Like, if I go take a shower right now, what if I go into labor in the next couple of hours and want to take another shower? That seems on the wasteful side where water is concerned. Shouldn't I concentrate the showers into one really great and satisfying shower while coping with early labor pain?
...or do you think that might result in me not showering for the next two weeks?
When I was in second grade, the PUD held a poster contest for water conservation. I came in second place--shiny red ribbon and everything--for my depiction of a filthy person a la Shel Silverstein and a caption that read something like "I can't take a shower: I'm conserving water!"
Okay, I probably did not incorporate a colon, but that was indeed my whole plan: don't bathe. I remember thinking I was being pretty darn funny and also being pretty darn surprised when I won (okay, second place), especially since my entire class and probably all second graders in the town did drawings that were more "Save the Whales" oriented. I like to imagine the guy over at the PUD who was rooting for my drawing doing so by guffawing and pointing because, man, that guy must have really been all in sync with my seven-year-old sense of humor...which, admittedly, has not changed all that much.
Second grade was also the year that I wrote the fine blank verse poem "Christmas Mouse" about a mouse that died and a story called "Santa's Itchy Socks" in which it was discovered that his socks itched because they were made of salt.
What wack-a-doo things will my own kid do? I cannot wait to find out.
But I will wait. But only because I have to.
Plus, babies can't do anything...except make you want to EAT THEM.
Dear baby,
I won't eat you. Please come out and say hello. Except, not actually "hello" because that might be a little disconcerting.
more love than I can even imagine,
your MOTHER
I should hope you didn't incorporate a colon.
Posted by: flamingbanjo at December 15, 2007 12:50 PMYeah, that wanting to eat them thing is a serious challenge. I still want to eat G up with a spoon on a regular basis. Too bad he can run so fast. Still, he likes it sometimes. They taste better when they're giggling. Muncha! Muncha! Muncha!
Posted by: Rachel KC at December 15, 2007 03:42 PMyou bring tears to my eyes. I love all of you so...
xxoo