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Monday, November 12, 2007

In response to #8....NO!

Have you seen this show on TLC called "Kids by the Dozen"? Each episode they feature a different family with, you guessed it - a dozen or more kids. I watch it every so often when there's nothing better to do, and, I admit, with the hope that I might learn something useful . In truth the show is really quite contrived, they focus on just one or two of the children, and rather than touching on the day to day lives of each tribe, they instead show the family involved in some monumental task or event, and the events leading up to it. For instance building a barn AND opening a store AND making (not buying) all of the inventory for said store, all within one week. Yeah, OK, that might happen in real life. Nevertheless, I watch.
Well, last week I watched an episode in which the family had 13 children and one on the way. So, what I have determined to be the difference between myself and these people who are oh so fruitful and multiplying, is that they must be missing some important nerve endings. How this woman could keep up with 13 rambunctious children, a husband, a house, be pregnant AND allow TV cameras to follow her around is beyond me, way beyond me. I can barely keep up with three! I mean, she appeared to be happy and alert, she was up and dressed, her house was pretty well put together and she never once even looked like she had considered yelling at any of her bratty little kids. I on the other hand spend most of my days in my bathrobe, wading through the sea of Cheerios and heaven knows what else that has become my kitchen floor, trying to avoid eye contact with the gaggle of people who keep calling me "Mommy". As I said, the show is quite contrived. Either that or I need a therapist.

Thursday, November 8, 2007

Thirteen Responses to my Announcement

in no particular order...

1. "I'm going to get another drink..."
2. "You're some woman for one woman."
3. "Are you out of your cotton pickin' mind?"
4. "Wow"
5. "You psychotic Irish woman!"
6. disbelieving laughter..."that's funny"
7. "what the heck?!"
8. "are you trying to be like those people on TV with 16 kids?"
9. " I knew it!"
10. "knocked up again, huh?"
11. "No!"
12. " You're such a good Mom, if anyone can do it it's you!"
13. " I love you."

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Wednesday, November 7, 2007

Bottom of my tops, top of my bottoms

Let me preface this post by saying, I am not a vain person. Not really. I am in to hygiene (under which heading falls my bi-weekly pedicure), and I do get a haircut every six weeks, but make-up is for special occasions, and I am just fine with the fact that most of my clothes come from Target and Old Navy. That said...
Ugh. It has started, the expanding that is inevitable with my condition. It creeps up on me, but there is no more denying it. It started one day 2 weeks ago when, after a few hours in my regular jeans I realized that I was extremely uncomfortable and needed to change. So, I pulled out one pair of comfy and somewhat "cool" preggo jeans. OK, I could deal because, really what we were talking about is comfort. Comfort is a good thing. And, I could still wear my regular tops, I was just upgrading my comfort level a little bit by introducing an elastic waistband on my jeans. Now, not so much. I got dressed this morning, pulled on my preggo jeans and topped them off with a stylish brown ribbed turtleneck - a nice casual look. Very versatile - will take me from my Dr's appt. today right through my glamorous PTA meeting this evening, right? NO. Almost immediately the bottom of my top (there's an interesting phrase) started creeping up. After the walk from the kitchen to the front stoop on the way to the bus stop, the entire blue cotton panel at the top of my bottoms (I can't help myself) was showing! I had to quickly pull my coat closed, and assume unfriendly body language. When hubby gets home this afternoon I am going to have him pull out the entire bucket o' prego clothes. At least we know right where it is, since we only just put it away last week! Argh.

Saturday, November 3, 2007

No More Excuses!

Ok, so I am now 32 years and 7 days old. My husband, who is usually a mediocre gift giver at best (he has been known to do most of his shopping at either Pathmark or Target the night before or day of...) has miraculously given me a fabulous gift for my big 3-2! Of course, I now have pretty much no excuse for lagging behind on my blog entries. I have my own laptop, AND wireless internet! I actually cried when I opened the package. I have wanted a laptop for a really long time, but it has never been in the budget. I am not really sure it's in the budget now, but I don't care. I am sitting on my sofa right now with a warm and toasty throw over my lap typing away. This is bliss, but it is also pressure. Now, I have to blog regularly, no excuses. I have my own computer, no one to have to take turns with, and I can take it with me wherever I go. I will do my best to keep you all entertained, but, I do still have three small children, a husband, a house, a fetus, etc, but alas, no more excuses.
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