Six weeks and five days into being pregnant, I’m already very aware that there is a demanding child inside me. I can’t control the timing on anything my body does and I’m blaming 100% of it on the kiddo. Eating, sleeping, going to the bathroom… it all seems to be occurring on someone else’s schedule. And when we’re doing it – WE’RE DOING IT. There’s no debate. I don’t get a little rumble in my stomach – I’M STARVING. Must. Eat. And when it comes to the potty – there’s no holding it. (Of course when I actually get in the bathroom, there’s barely anything to show for all the anticipation.) The sleeping thing is very similar to what I think narcolepsy must be like. Watching Judge Judy folding some laundry in the living room one second, the next: ZZZZZZZZ.
It’s all very interesting.
And holy balls, if it’s this demanding now – while it’s only the size of a pea – how the heck am I going to deal when it’s 16?!
Also… funny story. I followed Tom home from Charlottesville in our new 4Runner last night. I was scanning the radio and happened to catch “Hold On Loosely” from the beginning. So, I’m jamming out and thinking about how awesome .38 Special was that one time I saw them in concert with my D.o.D… and I remembered they perform at Epcot every year near Dad’s birthday. We should go! Dang! I should just make the decision that even if it’s a weekday – I’m going. Crap. Dad’s bday is Oct. 21. Kiddo is due mid-October.
DDDAAANNNGGG IIITTT!!!!!!!!!
Already this kid is wreaking havoc on my social life.
That La Kid 
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