My Salome Nature

Somewhere along the way you realize the desire to be perfect is not the accomplishment of that feat. Either that paralyzes you, or you make your peace with it. This is my attempt at peace.

Monday, October 24, 2005

No baby.

Well, my due date came and went with nary a word from my procrastinator baby.


I am going to be pregnant for the next 15 years. That's what it feels like. Gah.

posted by Give Your Head A Shake @ 10:08 AM  

6 Comments:

  • At October 24, 2005 at 1:33:00 PM PDT, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    He's gotta come out eventually! Let me know if you want some company this week... I can come visit on Wednesday or Thursday if you think you'd like some company. I have a feeling this kid is going to wait until my birthday...or Connor's ;) *smooch* Hang in there, love!

     

  • At October 24, 2005 at 1:38:00 PM PDT, Blogger Give Your Head A Shake said…

    Either Weds or Thurs is good for me. What am I doing? Just sitting here looking out the window, man.

    Yes, I know he's going to wait until your birthday or later. Remember when we were first talking about it and that's what I predicted? Naturally, he will. At least it will be a cool story.

     

  • At October 24, 2005 at 2:26:00 PM PDT, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    Hopefully he'll stay in there long enough that you can bypass the whole terrible two's… and while we're at it through in the angsty teen years! :)

     

  • At October 24, 2005 at 5:16:00 PM PDT, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    tell Josh we want to meet him or I will send 'uncle' John up there to get him... hahahahahaha

     

  • At October 26, 2005 at 1:25:00 PM PDT, Blogger Give Your Head A Shake said…

    Dear John & Danielle,

    I think you need to threaten louder. He can't hear you from London, you see.

    LOUDER.

     

  • At October 27, 2005 at 4:14:00 AM PDT, Anonymous Anonymous said…

    I think Anne Lammott wrote the book "Bird by bird". It's a book about writing, but in it she tells a story about her brother, as a child, having to do a report on birds and being desperate because he postponned the thing until the last night before it was due. He asked his father: "How am I going to do it, it is so much, and so boring and it is so late..." and their father answered:" Bird by bird, my son, bird by bird.."
    I think you have every right in the world to feel the way you do. Some men are not much, even when they are there with you and bring flowers to the hospital after the birth of their child. No, there are so many nuances to being alone in this world. Your mom is another story. I am sorry for you not having her now.
    Take it bird by bird. First the rent. Then the baby. Then school, although nowadays getting a job is more important than being qualified for it.
    What works for me when I panic are the lists. To do lists, any kind of lists. Who can help me with the rent list.
    I wish you health and I wish your baby health and to both of you to be ok. I will not tell you how lucky you are to have him. You will see, having somebody to love is the hole thing. Centers the universe in place.

     

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