Tuesday, March 2, 2010

Boobies del fuego

The blog is suffering related to my lack of coherent thoughts and need to express them. Which is fine. I keep pulling from the archives. Which is thick and silly with Mrs. Hall.

Above all, I've strived to give quality blog here. Emotional arcs to my stories. Fun and positive stuff. No mention of bodily functions. Then I started the getting knocked up x 3 project. And got friends in real life. Work is getting heavier. As such, the blog is gotten thin lately.

Another part of the problem is that I do not want to repeat content. I don't want to write the same thing over and over again. Nor do I want to repeat myself. Or get redundant with writing the same things. Or go on and on about the same thing. Nor do I want to repeat myself. I don't want to write about the same thing over and over again. Wait . .

Which is an issue 'cause my life revolves around the same things. Wife, mother, nurse, writer and now friend. I haven't told you much about Olivia. But that's cause it's special. It's not ready yet. Not ready to be published here.

So now what? Do I just turn into a Mommy blogger? How do I keep the newbies entertained? How do I tell them about the many slices of the Mrs. Hall pie?

Well, let's do this.

Let's just see where this goes. And let it be all free fall and let the chips fall where they may.
On Saturday Morning I took the first pregnancy test. Mr. Hall was out of town. The positive line was barley perceivable. So I showed my toddler son, the wee Mac. I said, "Mac, how many lines do you see?"

"one . . TWO!!!" He yelped in his toddler voice.

I held my breath and got excited. For the rest of the day I showed Mac how to be careful for the baby by rubbing my lower belly. He is very careful when sitting on my lap now.

I told Mr. Hall this and he said, "You had our son check your pee stick? " (hee hee hee)

Then I took the test this morning.


My boobies are so sore. FLAMING.

I booked the first OB appointment. They will do an 'early ultrasound' during that week. Week nine. The baby will be the size of a kidney bean.


It's all so much right now. So much to be fraught with. So happy.

Then Charlie hugged me goodbye on my way to work this morning. And he kissed my on the cheek. Then he paused and hugged me again. Only lower. And he said, "Bye bye baby, love you".

and he kissed my belly button.

sniff sniff . . . .


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Bruce said...

Awwww...this is just too Flaming Cute....

Mrs. Holly Hall said...



The Savage said...

It's your blog you can post whatcha want and congratulations on kiddo numero tres to be :D

Mrs. Holly Hall said...

Word up Savage!!

i'll get that poem soon.

gotta have time to digest it proper!

Maureen@IslandRoar said...

Aw, you made me smile. At the risk of repeating myself: you really did, you made me smile.

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