Wednesday, September 01, 2010
There goes that!
This whole business of letting the babies fall where they may can really be excruciating in this culture. And I am not just talking about in Walmart....but even in the dealings with coworkers, friends, family, and even (sadly) in the church. Family can sometimes be the worst of all. The raised eyebrows and harsh comments are really irritating.
One of the ways I have always combated this problem is by mentally preparing everyone by joking around about it. That way, they can raise their eyebrows in private, not in surprise when you tell them you are pregnant again.
I joke about having twenty or so children. Likely won't happen, of course, but hey---it gets 'em prepared for ONE more pregnancy anyway. (Although-trust me: being 9 months pregnant is really changing my opinions on things. Yesterday I told Matt that "HEy! C-sections are actually sounding REALLY appealing to me!" He looked at me cross-eyed and said "You, my dear, are not thinking clearly. This is getting to your head!"
Another common joke is that we are trying to have one birthday for every month of the year. Which was working out splendidly-until Smooch.
Tomorrow is Corynn's birthday. 7 years old. SEVEN. How this can be, I will never know.
Who knows, she might get a baby for her birthday!
Guess I have to think up some other joke now.
Happy September 1st.
(sorry about the totally unrelated photo---you know me. Can't post without a photo and I didn't have any "fresh" ones except this one!)