( 2:31 PM )
I totally freaked my nephew out the other day. He was commenting on my big belly - even at the tender age of almost 7, he's worried about getting fat. Anywho...he asked if I had pillows under my shirt. I laughed and pulled up shirt up to show him my belly with pants. He said, "under your pants?" I meant to only peel my pants down a smidge, knowing that my stretch marks were under there. I'm not ashamed of them, but I kinda thought he would freak out. And he did!
He eewwed and made a comment about them looking like blood. Crazy kid. I explained them to him and he got it. But I'll never forget his face with half shock & half horror over my belly. *giggle*
As for the marks personally, I figured I'd get them and so what. But I do wish they weren't so damn red. I'd love to take pics of my belly nekkid if my belly wasn't so damn streaked. *shrug* Just have to take more pics of my shirted belly then.
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( 8:29 AM )
Paris and I are back. Please read my blog for the low-down. Love to you all.
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( 9:42 PM )
Paris and I will be gone for the week. Please see my blog for explanation. See you soon.
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( 1:52 PM )
I think Paris knows when I'm so stressed out that I just need a minute. Considering how stressed I've been over the past few months, Paris has a lot of chances to figure things out. What Paris does is slowly move and roll, if you will, just enough so I can feel it. The hubby sometimes says its Paris massaging me or trying to give me a hug from inside. For all I know Paris is just moving around. But it seems to nudge me just when I need it most. Maybe I've got me a mamma's boy in me. That or a very sweet daughter. Ah...the waiting is killing me! But if I've waited this long, I can wait another 12 weeks.
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( 10:06 AM )
A Radical Mother's Day
According to the countdown, there's only 4 days left until Mother's Day. I know it's not my first mother's day, but the hubby will get me something. He's already mentioned it. Such a sweetie. So as I continue to ponder my role in this sorority called motherhood, think of my ailing mother, miss my grandmother, and try to find my place in this world, I bring you some radical ways to celebrate Mother's Day. As for me, I'm still planning on attending graduation, even if it is a bloody bore. Perhaps this time I'll dress up my lil cap with a peace sign for the O in MOM.
* "In the name of womanhood and humanity..."
And if there's nothing to attend in your area, do something radical for your mama or yourself, if you are a mama!
stolen from my other blog
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( 3:19 PM )
yeah...i know i should be working on my paper, but i really needed a break!
testing...
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( 10:18 AM )
Well folks, this mama ain't going in for the second glucose test. I scored so damn high that there's really no reason for me to have to be stuck a million times in 3 hours. At least my arm gets some relief.
So it's set, I have gestational diabetes.
woohoo!
I'm gonna go crawl back under a rock.
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