That pretty much sums up what life has been like the past few months.
Oh, hi. Is that you? Yeah, I know. It's been awhile. You look smashing in that frock. Oh, stop! No, YOU stop!
So, um, yeah. I moved. About 1,700 miles, give or take. There's a lot I can say about traveling this great expanse of country we have, but I'll save those sweet ditties for another post.
So, um, yeah. I did something else. Well, Phil and I did something. We got it on, and then something, or someone, is the result. Yes, we are breeding again. It is a good thing, Martha. A very, very good thing.
Say hello to Marmot, Baby Binky #2.
Also, welcome to my uterus. You're welcome.
This ultrasound was done at 12 weeks. As the medical establishment was quick to tell me, this was a necessary part of this pregnancy as I am now "advanced maternal age." Thanks. Now go away. My old eggs are watching "Matlock," and they are pissed that you didn't put your tea cups on a doily. And get offa their lawn!
Ah, where was I? Yes, back to my uterus. Isn't it lovely? Here is Marmot, shaking a fist at you (because you still didn't use that damn doily, now did you?!). This kid is sassy, just like Mom.
Marmot almost seems to have giant lips in that pic up there, but I'm going to set you straight and tell you that those are teeth. Although, it would be pretty hilarious to birth a child with adult-sized, Angelina Jolie lips.
Just to be nice, here is Marmot and a little hand wave above the head. See? My kid has manners. But you don't. If you left a ring on that table, my old eggs will tan your hide.
So, there you go. You were thinking that, all this time, I was just wasting my days and nights with nothingness and not writing. Right? Well, aren't you put back into your place. I traversed the nation AND made a baby. I'm a ding dang Dust Bowl pioneer, all knocked up and singing songs of wagons and cholera.
And that's what I did on my holiday vacation. The end.
11 beautiful people muttered something back:
We sure did move far, but fortunately we managed to do it without scattering women and childrens all over the side of the mountain. Some day we might even unpack.
And yes, your advanced maternal age has made you a bit crotchety. I keep expecting you to cover the couches in plastic so that they're clean for when company comes over. Actually, between the child, the olde timey cat, and our own messiness, that might not be a bad idea. That sure is a good lookin' child, too, even if those aren't big Hollywood lips.
And I'm sorry that I have not used the doily. Some day I'll learn.
Well hell, congratulations! I guess you really were getting busy!
Congratulations! Now, you'll have at least one child that learns to speak with that lovely accent RIGHT FROM BIRTH. ;)
Congratulations!
You had me crackin' up!
THERE you are!!
You've been a movin' and a shakin', haven't you?
Can't wait for the next binky!
Congrats an' all that whatnot!
Congratulations! You have been very busy!
Phil "moves and makes the childrens" - Just for calling me crochety, I'm making you unpack the rest of our stuff. HA!
Peggasus - Indeed. But, I have no excuses not to write after this, since I've already used up this excuse. DANG IT.
The Casual Perfectionist - ARGH! I'm shaking my fists at you for pointing that out! Or, should I say 'ah-out.'
Missy - Yay! Glad that my breeding habits can make you chuckle.
daysgoby - What, you missed me? That makes me all atwitter. Now I need a nap.
Tiddleywink - Thank ya! It's the 'whatnot' that got me into this trouble in the first place.
Karin - Thanks! It's good to have an excuse other than, "Well, I can't think of a darn thing to say..."
Aw, that's great! Congratulations.
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