I changed the words of Yankee Doodle
to sing to Sloan, but I always got stuck after "Monkey Doodle went to town, riding on a banana..." Then last night TJ solved the rhyming conundrum, like some sort of poet. I am remiss I didn't come up with it. It is beautiful in it's simplicity.
I reserve the retelling for around a campfire, a spooky tale of fear & warning.
She came swiftly & was loved immediately.
Breastfeeding blindsided me with its difficulty. Caring for another human being
was life altering & fragile for a while.
It has taken me months & quitting my job
to chill out.
Now, me & her... we chill.
But along the way, she continues
to be awesome. And so damned cute.
This is BAB.
She is driving me to meet up with my husband.
She is driving because I am in labor.
She is driving because she loves me.
She is my ambulance.
The sun is setting over the mountains & even though my life is about to change drastically & be crazy crazy for a few months, I feel protected & peaceful & in love.
We both cry a little for our own reasons.
BAB delivers me safely to TJ's arms.
Remember how sometimes you fall asleep but jolt-freak yourself awake because you feel like you are falling & some scientists believe that's because your evolved cells are remembering back to a time when you were a monkey & were falling out of a tree?
Good one, "science." But, how do you explain my lack of instinct to fling my own poop when I am mad?
21 weeks! Baby takes a little sip of the bathtub water (amniotic fluid) every day, just to practice swallowing! I can feel when it kicks and somersaults and curls up in a ball. I am in love thinking of Baby just hangin out in there, all like:
By a wonderful turn of events wherein Bab's boyfriend gets the exact day of her birth wrong, I got to spend the for-real birth day with Bab yet again! 10 years running. Like Dwayne The Rock Johnson, true love can't stop won't stop.
Happy Birthday, Beebz! Thanks for letting me sip your boozy drink.