scrawls.

scrawls

still cheaper than therapy*

5.4.07

things i can not do include:

standing still and letting strange drunk men beat me with sticks to honor a Czech easter "tradition" without castrating them for it

switching fingers for my wedding ring

apparently, haveing a fully knowledgeable glass of wine

things i can do include:

eating strange things, like, well, for instance, austrian blood sausage, which has a very interesting texture (nearly identical to canned tunafish) and is oddly spicy but one doesn't quite want to know why, but now we don't have to wonder what blunzen is any more, and also, i'm completely not anemic now, thanks

considering the possibility of wearing said wedding ring on a necklace, on a temporary basis

allowing the contents of my uterus to completely do their own thing without telling me, the prospective mama, at all, for three freaking months, which doesn't mean anything except that yes, this is definitely my kid.

i couldn't have posted on april fools' day. but. and also, don't think for a second that this means i like baking now, what with the whole thing-in-the-other-thing. and know that i'm a little disappointed (OH, OH, IT'S THE BLACK LINING) that i can't paint the apartment now because it does really need it. so because, if i squint at the mirror and stand just so and also if i am naked, then i can just pretend that i am almost perceptibly showing. gravida: 1, para: 0. ETA 29-09-07.

Labels: baby, drama, expat, family, health

scrawled @ 19:15