From the monthly archives:

July 2008

Help A Girl Out Will Ya?

July 31, 2008

On Tuesday, I looked like this:

Today, I’m positive that I am even bigger.
Simple tasks that I used to take for granted, like getting up off the couch or wiping my own ass, are more and more challenging.
Do they sell cranes for personal use?
Alas, I cannot stop and smell the roses just yet. There are 12 [...]

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The Devil’s In Her Eye

July 30, 2008

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Out Of It

July 28, 2008

My husband is finally home, but things are still out of whack.
My MIL remains with us, her plane ticket back to Washington, D.C. discarded. She was due to leave six hours before Mr. Chicken walked in the back door, and she felt sure I would go into labor the minute she left the house.
So today, [...]

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Untitled

July 26, 2008

I’ve tried to get a handle on my feelings for the past several days.
I wish I knew where to start. I wish I knew how to process the fact that I could have died Thursday morning, alone, in a pleather recliner at the OB’s office.
I bet you’re probably thinking that I sound melodramatic. But the [...]

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Shock

July 24, 2008

They couldn’t find his heartbeat.
She held the doppler on my heaving belly while my back arched, muscles contracting painfully, involuntarily. I was, I think, screaming.
Where is it? Where is he? Henry! Where is he? Oh, where is it? You can’t find it!
My face was hot and wet. My lungs ached from trying to expand. The [...]

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The New Radicals

July 23, 2008

I’m as empty as the cornhusks that float into our yard in the fall months.
My words are being saved up right now, saved for the paid work that requires me to float lightly over my keyboard, engaging a sense of humor that is, for the most part, dormant at the moment.
I’ve entered the phase of [...]

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37

July 22, 2008

You know you’re old when you really really really want a screen door for your birthday.
I’m celebrating today with a 9:30 a.m. trip to the OB for a little fetal monitoring, and then a frantic session of writing at the cafe in the hopes of finally meeting my deadlines.
Later this afternoon I’ll pick up the [...]

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Resurfacing

July 21, 2008

The Poo and her grandmother are outside, weeding my flower beds.
Guilt and my current physical limitations are duking it out inside my head, with guilt as a heavy favorite. I am sitting on the loveseat, feet up, cold beverage at my side, wishing I had the energy to go help.
But I don’t.
I learned that the [...]

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This Is Not How I Wanted It To Be

July 19, 2008

I’m not writing this for an audience.
I’m writing because I have to.
This is not how I wanted these days to be. I am worn thin, a hormonal mess. I am carrying 178 pounds on a frame made for 130. I was 15 pounds from that ideal weight when Shaggy Boy was conceived and I feel [...]

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Saturday On The Prairie And Diabetic Porn

July 19, 2008

I’m whipped today.
And the whole world is at BlogHer. In fact, when I was fitfully sleeping last night – in between waking up thanks to a foot smooshing my placenta and waiting for Mr. C’s phone call from Italy announcing his arrival – I dreamt that I was there, too.
Alas, I am not.
It is raining [...]

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