My second son is a Boob Man. If they had a Boob-a-holics Anon. meeting for newborns, I’d be forced to take him. I’ve spent at least 60 of the last 72 hours with my titties hanging out and flapping in the breeze. And no, they are FAR too large now to flap. I had no idea how freaking scarily huge boobs get AFTER birth.
Here’s a sample conversation between The Baby and I (such a lack of sleep should be evident here):
Me: ‘I gotta pee.’
Me: ‘That’s what you said 16 hours ago when I first mentioned that I had to take a pee.’
Me: ‘Please? I’ll buy you a Wii! Hell, I’ll buy you TWO Wii’s.’
Me: ‘Fuck. Dave, hand me the catheter. Again.’
I prayed and prayed for this baby: the one who would eat happily from my breast without whining, complaining, and making me feel like a total failure as a parent (Ahem, BEN.) And I got him: spitting image of his father and all.
I guess the lesson to be learned here is the miracle you pray for may not always be the one you receive. And seriously, although my nipples may be cracked and bleeding and my tits rock hard and painful, but I wouldn’t have it any other way.
Life is sweet, Baby.
Welcome to the world, Alexander.
Born 5:18 pm 3/30/07
7lbs 10 oz
20 inches long
Dad and Baby are wonderful.
Mom is still an asshole.
Full Moon Tonight: Check (unproven scientifically, but as nurse and former waitress must agree with it, as have experienced it)
Cervix Softening: Check
Baby Full Term: Check
Number of (documented by hospital records) Times Baby Has Tried To Kill Me: Twice
Dreams of Gigantic 18 lb Babies Being Ejected by Crotch: One (which beats the 60 lb baby dreams I had with Ben. Wait, that was a fantasy)
Hospital Bags Packed: One (last time, simply threw pile of cheeseburgers haphazardly into plastic sack and hoped for the best)
Baby Settling into Pelvis (thereby making me have to pee 1 tbsp every 4 seconds): Check
Increased Need for Semen in Vagina Because Someone, Somewhere Promised that Semen Brings on Labor: Check (poor husband is home from work for exact purpose. Was considering donor sperm if husband not available until it was made clear that you HAVE TO PAY FOR DONOR SPERM. Totally unaware that people could CHARGE for SPOOGE)
Mucus Plug/Bloody Show: Likely intact, although may be coming out of nose
Emotions Range from Stark Raving Mad to Weeping Uncontrollably: Check
Number of Times Husband Has Threatened Divorce: Miraculously, none, although am sure will be summarily paid back when shoulder surgery occurs.
Laundry Piled Up, Needing To Be Put Away: Currently two baskets. Hoping that if labor occurs, husband will have to do it himself for the first time in three years. Scratch that, as I will end up with 5 year old son’s clothes in my closet. Mental note: must put away laundry today.
Desire For Whole Bottle of Beer: Growing by the minute. Know it is bad as Icehouse is sounding tastee.
Jealousy of People Who Have Scheduled C-Sections Before Actual Due Date: Growing by the second.
Disgust with Pants with Elastic Waistbands: Almost epic proportions. Cannot wait to leave them behind. Cannot believe that once thought that they were ‘œcomfortable’ and ‘œkinda cute.’ Annoyed with previous naivety.
Plans For Evicting Baby, Beginning Today:
Sex, or alternately, turkey baster insemination.
Getting involved in huge, massive, messy project, knowing that this is likely the time water could break (would normally have lit cigarette, but have quit smoking)
Locating trampoline and jumping (likely injuring self)
And my favorite:
The Branch Davidians Method: Planning to loudly play Alice Cooper, Corrosion of Conformity, Peter Fucking Frampton, Rush, Any Smoove Jazz I Can Find, Phil Collins, etc to belly. Hoping he will take the hint and decide to come out and turn that motherfucking shit DOWN, motherfucker.