Over the river and thru the woods, to GRANDMOTHER'S HOUSE WE GO!
The (car) horse knows the way to carry the sleigh (in 65 degree weather)
thru the white and drifting snoooo-ooow! (I wish)
Over the river and thru the woods OH HOW THE WIND DOES BLOW! (No, really!)
It stings your toes and bites your nose (and flares your ragweed allergies)
as over the ground we go!
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Tonight is my family dinner for Thanksgiving. Turkey, sure...but it's the dressing, casserole and pie that I'm after. Carbs? Me? Ummm....
Dude, I've been dreaming of this dinner, literally. AND abstained from eating anything remotely Thanksgiving-y for fear of baby-rejection. I can just see me, all queasy, watching everyone eat from the front porch. "Hi, Paw-Paw! How's dem sweet taters? Ooooh, nice lookin rolls, Gramma!"
Speaking of dreams...several people have come to me, saying they have had dreams about my upcoming child. Almost always, it's in regards to the sex of the baby.
I dreamed a LOT of my baby way before I was pregnant. Now I dream about being able to dance all night long OR being able to save the cheerleader so I can save the world. (Nope, not kidding.)
I guess I should write something here about my actual Cletus-ness, eh?
Well, last Saturday was the best day I had in a long time. I felt good ALL day...all energetic...no queasies...no aching.
Then Sunday came. Sigh.
Oh well, it can't rain all the time. Right?
Thanks to everyone for your comments and for your sweet empathies and advice.
Back to being pregnant, now.
BYE!
Kimmer & Cletus.
The JOY of her is immeasurable.
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2 comments:
Editor's note:
I just realized that the "nice lookin rolls, gramma" sentance sounds REALLY dirty.
My apologies. :)
Cletus is a weird name for a girl.
I dream of Turkey all year round. I love it. I want to marry it.
I am glad you had at least one day of feeling normal.
You need to lay off the Dancing with the Stars and Heroes.
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