Milk. The OTHER White Drink...


So, guess what happened to me the other day?

I lifted my shirt in the mirror, waiting for my dad to finish his time on the net, and my daughter and I were examining the hundreds of veins on my big belly. We were giggling, as she leaned in to give her brother a zerbert through my tummy, and we erupted into a wave of uncontrollable laughter. Right then, I felt "schquirt". I paused, laughed some more, and ran to the bathroom. Yep. There it was...my first milk. My daughter burst in the bathroom the moment she heard me say, "Oh, my goodness. You've got to be kidding me!" She wanted to know what my sudden departure was about. I told her, and we laughed so hard we couldn't stop..."I want to see! I want to see!" I tried to recreate a faux latch-on, and there it was....We laughed so hard, I thought we were going to piss ourselves! So, there it was. It's almost time. Tomorrow I begin my 35th week, and only two more required to complete my obligation. Of course, Jackson could take so much longer than that.

The down side, is I have been plagued by itty-bitty complications. my anemia has flared up, had a nasty case of food poisoning, and now a UTI that won't go away and is beating my kidneys to shit. My son is also breech, meaning that in about 8 or 9 days, we will have to go to the hospital and allow our doc to turn him. My brother asked, "Will that be uncomfortable?" I said, "Well, image turning your liver around 180 degrees" He made this awful moan...and I finished, "...while it kicks you."

So this is why I am not at my computer- emailing or blogging. I am using my tiny bits of energy and returning to a comfortable reclining position in front of Court TV. Wish us luck, I need it.