Tuesday, July 26, 2011


I can't think of a title, most likely because I have no idea what I'll be blogging about. It's the same spontaneity that makes me Rhett's nightmare in a dollar store.

There was a period (which may have coincided with the depression mentioned previously) where we were living in The Residence Inn while our new Alabama house was being finished. I have determined that it is impossible to be cheerful while living in The Residence Inn with four children, a husband, and morning sickness. But our house is finished now, and the kids are loving being able to play. Outdoors. Of course, we do miss the complimentary breakfasts and "manager's receptions" (read: dinner), but the return of my humanity cannot be dismissed.

Right now it's fixing to rain (see how Southern I've become?) and I can hear Spe yelling at Jake who is continuing to ride his scooter despite the downpour, "Jacob, do you want to get killed? Then come inside! You will DIE!" I am unsure where this bent to the dramatic comes from, but I'd better blame my dad. (If you knew my dad, the most taciturn, unflappable man possible, you would get the joke.)

We got a dog from the humane society, a beautiful terrier mix kind of thing. She is half black and half white, and so of course, my children have named her Oreo. I can only comfort myself that it is better than their first choices, which were "Blackie" and "Whitey". It is only their naivete that makes that okay.

We had some awesome visitors last week, our old best friends from Texas. It was like Christmas and spring time and a four-day hospital stay all wrapped up in one. And then, as if that weren't enough to make me happy, I left all my children behind with their father and went to visit my brother in Baltimore. It was seriously like a four-day hospital stay (joy!) because I read books all day, stayed in bed for as long as I wanted, and had delightful conversations (hospital nurses are rather delightful once you get them talking, you know?).

If I were a horse, I would imagine that I would be described as getting fat and glossy with this pregnancy, but as I'm a human, I can only say that we are well on our way to breaking a total weight record with this baby. Since I always look about like I've swallowed a small car with every pregnancy, one can only imagine the beauty that will be mine shortly when it looks instead as if I've swallowed a Suburban. Some people say every pregnant woman is beautiful, and I can only say that they have clearly never seen me. I don't say this in the spirit of self-denigration, but rather just to be honest. I don't hate myself when I'm pregnant, because it's totally temporary and quite frankly, I don't have enough iron in my pregnant blood stream to allow for any extra emotions during pregnancy. It's just, you know, I can acknowledge the truth: I look disturbingly large.

Well, the baby has woken up from his nap and Jake has come inside (fortunately he escaped death from rain) and the children are building a fort, and something tells me my presence will shortly be required. I know this because it is quite peaceful for a few moments, and I know what that means: impending chaos.

And now I am proved right by the shrieks of discord. Until next time?


Jenny said...

I'm familiar with that calm before a storm. The peaceful playtime never last long, and rarely ends without a fight.

Melissa Bastow said...

It's good to see someone else appreciate a 4 day hospital stay. What's with these people and the "why would you WANT to stay in a hospital" thing? I swear it's everyone I talk to these days. I say, "Man, I wish I'd get direly ill and have to stay in a hospital for awhile, I need the rest!!" And they're like, "You're stupid." WHATEVER. Am not.

D said...

i hated my hospital stay with my youngest. I had the most annoying nurse who when she came on shift at like 3 in the morning decided to introduce herself and tell us all about the paperwork and stuff we needed to fill out in the morning- hours later! Why did she think she needed to tell us that in the middle of the night? Ugh. But I got to go home to my nice bed and both my parents entertaining my older kids and I think I got more reading done at home and still waited on and only woken up by the baby who slept in the cosleeper so I barely had to move to attach him and go back to sleep/reading. yup much better.