It's 2:30 a.m. and I am wide awake
Because Baby Vincent is crushing the crap out of my bowels. Pretty damned literally. There's nothing like trying to sleep through this insistent pressure on my bowels. And I want to sleep now darnit. I have to get up early to mow the lawn before it gets Sauna-hot-and-steamy outside. Blah.
I'm off to bed with a glass of milk and desperate prayers for Baby to take a nap so I can too.
I'm off to bed with a glass of milk and desperate prayers for Baby to take a nap so I can too.
posted by Lisa at
7/29/2005 02:35:00 AM
2 Comments:
After reading your blog, I am so grateful that God made me a fella, I don't think I could stand the agro of having a baby! The only pressure I get in my bowels is the morning after a few beers and an Indian curry!
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Anonymous, at 6:14 PM
Yeah, I know, I'm just a typical male chauvanistic pig, but it took years of training and hard work to achieve....
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Anonymous, at 6:16 PM
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