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things I am thinking about.
Apr. 26th, 2009 08:49 amI was woken out of a sound sleep by a couple of things this morning. One was Baby Biscuit kicking me in the bladder -that is always a fantastic way to wake up. She won't let me sleep in. UP UP UP! Fine fine fine. The other thing that woke me up is thinking about what to do with one Senor Onion while I am in the dignified act of giving birth.
I am beginning to see why people find giving birth at home appealing. Not so many worries about where to keep other children.
Being a Mother seems to be about one D-Day level invasion after another. I sometimes wish I had John Wayne to help organize things and hand everyone clickers and give a speech about what is about to go down. I have obviously watched The Longest Day one too many times. Really. I need an all-star cast to help me get organized.
The vast majority of people I would trust and suspect they wouldn't mind watching one Senor Onion don't live very close. (or they have responsibilities -like jobs) My family is about two hours away. (and two members will likely be out of state by then) I think I may ask/look around for some kind of on-call care. Probably the one irritation about labor/birth (besides feeling like someone is trying to expel all of your insides-out) is that you don't get a clear idea of when the kid is going to show up. None of this being like the Cable Guy, "between 10-6 on Tuesday" stuff. They show up in the middle of the night or when you are eating dinner like some fugitive family member. "Hey you don't really know me, and I know it is 4am, but can you shelter me for 18 years?"
Okay so maybe that isn't a good comparison.
Anyways this is something I need to figure out. Why it decided to plague my brain this morning? I have no idea. Well it is probably the kid kicking and saying, "HEY HEY ARE YOU READY???" Even though I have what... four-ish months left of this chaos.
I need some chocolate.
I am beginning to see why people find giving birth at home appealing. Not so many worries about where to keep other children.
Being a Mother seems to be about one D-Day level invasion after another. I sometimes wish I had John Wayne to help organize things and hand everyone clickers and give a speech about what is about to go down. I have obviously watched The Longest Day one too many times. Really. I need an all-star cast to help me get organized.
The vast majority of people I would trust and suspect they wouldn't mind watching one Senor Onion don't live very close. (or they have responsibilities -like jobs) My family is about two hours away. (and two members will likely be out of state by then) I think I may ask/look around for some kind of on-call care. Probably the one irritation about labor/birth (besides feeling like someone is trying to expel all of your insides-out) is that you don't get a clear idea of when the kid is going to show up. None of this being like the Cable Guy, "between 10-6 on Tuesday" stuff. They show up in the middle of the night or when you are eating dinner like some fugitive family member. "Hey you don't really know me, and I know it is 4am, but can you shelter me for 18 years?"
Okay so maybe that isn't a good comparison.
Anyways this is something I need to figure out. Why it decided to plague my brain this morning? I have no idea. Well it is probably the kid kicking and saying, "HEY HEY ARE YOU READY???" Even though I have what... four-ish months left of this chaos.
I need some chocolate.
