Obviously, I don’t have as much time to write as I did five days ago. So here’s what I’m thinking:
I have several posts I want to write. I have a few people who have dibs on requests for posts as well because they guessed the correct birthday for Trucker, whom I will from now on refer to as Smiles (the midwife said he seems to be one of those people who looks like they’re smiling all the time; even when they’re mad.) I need to move away from the Grateful Dead image. It just makes me see a skull and rainbows.
So choose what you want to hear:
- How Cakie talks about Smiles
- A rant about doctors
- The Trinity of Ouch, aka Postpartum Wounds
- Stuff I forgot to mention in the last draft of my birthing story
- What it is like being the second mom in the family to give birth
- The Big Cry: The Day My Hormones Dropped
I know eggdropblogger has dibs on choosing a topic (it does not have to be one of the above.) I need to see who else guessed correctly. Oh, my mom. Grandma, you get to choose one, too. But I’ll also take votes.
As for the picture… I’ll have to work on that one. My honey needs to sign the permission slip first. I can say this much, he doesn’t look much like me right now. He does not have red hair, it is brown, almost black brown. It is also very long and straight and a little punk rock. His eyes are very dark, skinny little slits right now. His nose looks like a baby nose. Oh, and he’s covered with every harmless baby rash in the Dr. Sears baby book at the moment. I hope that will tide you over.