i didnt think so.
but my son is bashing and crashing not so quietly in the other room, and i dont want to disturb his peace.
feel free to run away at any time.
since i dont know what to write and will ramble.
a lot.
in a nonsensical manner.
- my name is sarah. (as if you didnt get that from the title.)
- the year i was born it was THE MOST POPULAR girls name. because of royal people getting married. oddly, my parents have the most likely parents names or that year too.
- i was not named because of the royal.
- i was named after my mothers paternal grandmother.
- as a child (and still, really, i suppose) i wasnt too fond of my name.
- when playing pretend, i always chose the name emma.
- i recently found out my great grandmother was called sarah emma.
- obviously, my mother gave me the wrong name.
- i took my first plane trip at about 4 months of age.
- my most recent was at 23-and-a-half, with an 18 month old - his first plane trip.
- my son was born a month after my 22nd birthday.
- i was in labour for 4 hours.
- with only 2 panadiene and a couple heatpacks for pain relief.
- next time i want LOTS OF DRUGS.
- if there is a next time.
- i lost over a litre of blood having my son.
- wasnt that fun.
- i have a younger sister.
- my parents were technically not married when i was born - they got divorced a few years prior, and never remarried.
- this means i have american citizenship.
- i can probably also get brittish, since my dad is a pom.
- so is my husband. he was born in the US military wing of a hospital in oxford, england. so he has 2 birth certificates.
- my son, therefor, can also have 3 citizenships.
- arent we all fancy?
- i like cheese.
- and chocolate.
- and bacon
- but not for breakfast. it was one of my anti-cravings when i was pregnant, and my taste has never recovered.
- milk too. which is a pity, cause i LOVE MILK. but now it makes me sick
- i hardly got any cravings during my pregnancy, just anti-cravings.
- except mcdonalds chicken nuggets. i know, disgusting.
- for a while, all i could eat was green koolaid, and honey-nut cheerios.
- EVERYTHING else made me sick.
- wasnt that fun.
- my son loves broccoli.
- obviously, he isnt mine.
- actually, if i didnt know better, id say they swapped him at the hospital.
- he is the only person in my, or my husbands family, with EXTRA-SUPER-REALLY-DARK-BROWN-ALMOST-BLACK eyes.
- mine are greenish, so are hubbys, my mums are blue, dads are light-brown-and-blue, sisters are blue, his dads (and all his dad's side family) are greenish, his mums are blue.
- i have extra-super-pale skin that burns very easily and doesnt tan.
- kid picked up his dad's easily-tannable skin, and is already darker than me, at three years old, despite spending the same amount of time outside.
- did i mention my husband is almost half italian?
- and im a million different variations on EXTRA SUPER PALE WHITE FOLK?
- including english irish scottish french and polish.
- im so glad the kid got his daddy's tanning gene.
- unfortunately he also got both our hairy genes.
- my son already has a monobrow.
- and hair on his legs.
- and if daddy is anything to go by, i have less than a decade till he hits puberty.
- i am NOT doing The Talk.
- no.
- NO.
- i have already told hubby this.
- he laughed at me.
- did i mention i love him?
- i get up at 6:15 in the morning to make him lunch.
- then i go back to bed till i can function.
- or i get woken up by a three year old.
- i am not a morning person.
- and im not really a night person.
- because i need SO. MUCH. SLEEP.
- seriously.
- i cannot function on less than 9 hours.
- 12 is better.
- breastfeeding, therefor, was a living nightmare.
- even ignoring the fact that he didnt want to feed from me.
- but would happily take a bottle of breastmilk from his daddy.
- and then cry if daddy tried to pass baby and bottle to mummy.
- didnt that make a new mother with PND feel just fantastic?
- i have been medication free for 18 months.
- and i feel fantastic.
- usually.
- christmas will be difficult.
- because my other baby will not be here with us.
- but i keep telling myself the baby is in a better place now with God.
- and i will try and ignore my hairdresser's enormous belly when i see her in a couple weeks.
- because it will just make me think of my baby again.
- when really, i should be enjoying the soft shiny nicely coloured hair that she gives me.
- instead of the soft shiny oddly coloured hair God gave me.
- really.
- cant tell if its brown or blond.
- or very occasionally almost red.
- despite being WHITE BLOND when i was a critter.
- unlike my kids, which is now almost the same colour as mine is without hairdresser-help.
- so i think hes going to be dark like his daddy.
- i like his daddys super-curly black hair.
- its pretty.
- i like his daddy.
- he makes me happy.
- because he BBQs really good.
- gee dont i just have great grammar.
- despite my mother being an english teacher.
- and my father being a lawyer.
- i went to university for 6 months before deciding i hated it and stopping going.
- then i worked for my dad for a year.
- i am never working for my father again.
- i would much rather keep my house.
- and raise my son.
- and be with my husband.
- and love God.
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