Dear baby...

[ailbhe]

I'm sure it's a lovely crowbar. And it was terribly, terribly clever of you to find one and get it all the way inside my pelvis, especially since you're not due to be born for another 4 weeks. But honestly, your popularity would increase astronomically if you could kindly let me sleep for more than an hour at a stretch - I promise it would!

I suspect, you know, that this is a Cunning Plan to make me grateful that you only wake me every 2 or 3 hours after birth, when all you want is to be fed. And it might work. Why don't you hurry up and find out?

     April 2004
Su Mo Tu We Th Fr Sa
             1  2  3
 4  5  6  7  8  9 10
11 12 13 14 15 16 17
18 19 20 21 22 23 24
25 26 27 28 29 30

That's a calendar, baby. Read it carefully. The 22nd is when you're supposed to come out. Now, I won't object in the least if you decide to make it a little earlier - avoid the 1st and the 8th, as we have guests arriving on those days - but if you're late, there will be wigs on the green and blood in the bath.

No more Ms Nice Guy. This uterus is tired.

A.

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One of my children, I think it was Sam, was fond of digging his toes in between my ribs, for purchase, and then *stretching*. It looked like an alien trying to break through. Ow.

Also, my first was born, two weeks early, the day after my cousin's wedding.