AND SHE'S BACK IN 5...4...3...

Mood:
Listening to:White town - Your Woman

I donwanna go.

And you can't make me.

The darkness at the end of my wonderful journey into stay-at-home mom-hood is coming to a close. Soon I'll be joining the ranks of the underpaid/underappreciated. I don't know if I could be the home all day type. I would need my creative time. If I did stay at home, I would most certainly write and take pictures and stuff. Freelance and hobby type activity ideas are being tossed about more and more in my brain. Rob is going to be finishing up school here by next year and we'll probably move somewhere else. I might just end up spending my days with my Julia. It sounds better than winning the lottery.

Winning the lottery, by the way, has turned into our goal. Sometimes it takes people many years to accomplish a goal. We're taking our time but we've got our eyes on the prize.

Baby girl has been fussy the past week. She gets super-crabby at night and only mostly crabby during the day. Sometimes it takes an extra silly effort to get her back into smiley shape. Babies cry, this I know is true. However, the crying for hours and for a reason unbeknownst to her parents is the kind of crying that warrants a Dr. appointment. We had one today with a doctor who spoke english, just not very clear. We went to the after hours clinic and he said "healthy baby... all is fine" and mentioned something about the flu or teething. None of which have entered into our household as of yet. $84 later and we still have a very upset baby. *sigh* We'll get through it. I thought it might have been an ear infection, but it's probably just a phase.

Things in woman-land aren't wonderful for me either. I have to go back in to the Dr. next week for a closer look at the 'girly parts' and a possible biopsy (AGAIN). I'm totally dreading that action.

I think pregnancy put about a million extra freckles on my face. Seriously, one look at me and you'd think it was July. I'm freckled like never before. I wonder if they'll fade in the fall. I might just be permanently spotted.

I'm still extra squishy. Although now I decided to color my hair and do it myself .... I have a beautiful fade job. If I was a car, it would be an expensive paint job. Light on top, dark on the bottom. Almost black. I'm too old to be goth and too fat to fit into the bodices they wear. Dammit.

Anyway, I am sure I had more to write about but when I take forever to update I forget it along the way. Such is life when you've got baby on the brain I guess.