You know that scene in Alien where the little chestburster explodes from John Hurt’s chest, makes a little baby cry noise and then scurries off to grow to be a big strong man destroying monster?
That’s going to happen in me some time in November except instead of an alien it will be a human (hopefully) baby girl and she’ll be emerging south of my chest. And also I’m hoping I’m alive afterward and also that those in the room aren’t whimpering “Oh my God…” and covered in blood. You know, in a BAD way.
This is one of the reasons I haven’t been as active on my blog – I’m tired. I’m thinking that perhaps my child is feeding upon my sarcasm and smart assery and absorbing it into herself which I suppose will both delight and horrify me as she grows up. Anyway, she’s not leaving much for me to work with. But this is also a bit of a cop out because I’ve been lazy since before I was pregnant.
I would also say that I’ve been busy spending a lot of time preparing for this baby but I haven’t even re-watched Mr. Mom ONCE since I found out I was pregnant. I gotta get my act together.
So that’s my big news. I hope to be back at Super Friends and other posts this week/next week if the baby can spare an ounce or two of motivation and energy.