I now realize that if the baby sits in a certain position, I can't put pants on.
Baby X and I have come to a mutual understanding. I am over her being in my belly, and she is over being in my belly. At least we agree on something, which I will try to remind myself of when she is 15 and everything I do is dumb wrong and ridiculous.
I just spent 1 hour trying to find an activity and position that we could agree on. Mind you I am still trying so 1 hour is just the point I am at right now. First, I sat at the table wrapping presents and over the minutes, I kept having to move the table farther and farther away from me. So, I laid back in a recliner and read for a few minutes which she was not down with so she kicked me in the ribs over and over again. So I thought maybe a warm shower might relax her, but actually had the opposite effect. Now she is running amok, which isn't considering I have to get in a car in about a 1/2 hour. She hates being in the car lately.
So:
Dear baby X:
Although I am glad you are healthy and you let me know often, please realize that we are stuck together for 2 1/2 more weeks. I am sure you are bored, just as I am sure that I would like a cocktail...But, just like I can't have a drink, you can't come out.
This is not my decision to torture you, although I will do that plenty in your life because I will be responsible for your bad hairstyles and clothing choices you will eventually have to put pictures of in your wedding slide show for all to see.
But, for the meantime, lets just get along.
I love you, Love Momma
2 comments:
Hilarious! :)
I cannot put shoes on to save my life so I am scared to death of what is coming in 6 more weeks.
What a sweet little note, gotta save that one for the baby book.
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