My hospital room is the cool kids crib, the staff loves visiting me. Yesterday Evelyn yawned during an ulltrasound, twice. Uterine imprisoned babies can do that shit?! This was the first true shock of realization that I have a human life in my belly. That is the weirdest fucking thing I have ever said about myself.
I can no longer call her an alien. Though I wish there was something else she could call me, other than the M words. I do not feel like anything M. I feel like my own surrogate. Nope that’s not it. I feel like someone else’s surrogate but she/he/they decided that I am to keep the alien. I mean baby. For some unearthly reason.
This is the month of giving thanks (and sporting mustaches). I encourage you to note (mentally or physically) something you are thankful for on a daily basis. If you have kids, wrap them in. I wish this practice was a lifestyle, not a holiday, but I too am guilty of getting terribly wrapped up in the things that are going poorly. Negativity is human nature. Let’s be a part of the inhuman group.
I didn’t said alien …
I am thankful for my family. I wake up and go to bed feeling loved, every single day. Everything I do, both good and bad, is supported. They not only listen to me, but they hear me as well. I still exist today due to my parent’s undying encouragement.
I am also thankful for being allowed to decorate my hospital room!