I think I would endure giving birth in front of my entire royal court, like queens used to do, if in return I I would have people bringing me coffee in the morning.
I think that is fair.
What may not be is to train my newborn to perform the task, yet I may give it a go. It is about time someone figured out what babies are for.
31/03/2011
18/03/2011
I like the dark
Hit me with some dark humour any old day, Im a taker. Throw the acid cyinicism and I will double it. The blackest armpit a black humour can be furthered I think and enjoyed.
Only this is not appropiate when you are pregnant.
I am already dreading when I am supposed to giggle about cute things other people's kids did.
Other people's kids suck. They put me of my pregnancy.
Just to give you a mild idea: when we told the american side of family, that we have decided to call the boy Meticulous after his father who is the cleanest and tidiest person ever, they were terrified.
He will be bullied, he will be an outcast, nobody will get his name, he will always have to explain.
Have you met me? Have you met your brother? Our kid is going to be no outcast bullyboard. Our kid is going to be king of the universe.
Anyway, jocking about your baby is ok people. You will commit much greater deeds against him, than stating that he will go to the orphanage if not clever enough.
We are his mum and dad we ought to fuck him up.
Only this is not appropiate when you are pregnant.
I am already dreading when I am supposed to giggle about cute things other people's kids did.
Other people's kids suck. They put me of my pregnancy.
Just to give you a mild idea: when we told the american side of family, that we have decided to call the boy Meticulous after his father who is the cleanest and tidiest person ever, they were terrified.
He will be bullied, he will be an outcast, nobody will get his name, he will always have to explain.
Have you met me? Have you met your brother? Our kid is going to be no outcast bullyboard. Our kid is going to be king of the universe.
Anyway, jocking about your baby is ok people. You will commit much greater deeds against him, than stating that he will go to the orphanage if not clever enough.
We are his mum and dad we ought to fuck him up.
15/03/2011
In the kitchen
Yesterday, as I was washing my chef-knife after carving up avocados I suddenly smelled something for the very first time.
It was a baby-thing. Or mother thing.
Alien, yet plesent - it took me a while to establish that it was in fact mine.
A whiff of the future. Small, naked, pink smell.
The way other people smell. Mainly in catalogues. I never thought that one day I will have that sort of, sweet, organic, clean smell.
I thought that I am very much set for the much heavier drapery of tarr, or best case scenario Gucci.
Should have never gave up smoking. Could not smell anything than.
It was a baby-thing. Or mother thing.
Alien, yet plesent - it took me a while to establish that it was in fact mine.
A whiff of the future. Small, naked, pink smell.
The way other people smell. Mainly in catalogues. I never thought that one day I will have that sort of, sweet, organic, clean smell.
I thought that I am very much set for the much heavier drapery of tarr, or best case scenario Gucci.
Should have never gave up smoking. Could not smell anything than.
14/03/2011
Emotions :{
:)
Whatever that means. It is a brutal reduction of something so immensely complex that language can't possibly express it accuratly and than we throw this on our emotions and we are sorted.
:\
Me and my hormones go to curious places. I was in the shower with the boy when the emotion hit me.
That I love the man.
That I love the man so much /beat
that it might be time to /beat
Tatto his name on to my arm.
/pause
TATTO his name on to MY ARM.
The sheer terror of love, and the unprobability of the freak of all my ideas was dripping from me together with warm water and the palmolive spa cucumber edition.
I promised the boy there in the shower that his mother will not loose it.
That he will be born to the woman whose womb he implanted himself, who was funny and intelligent and unique.
It might take some wrestling with petrifyingly random thoughts, but I will win.
I have to win.
;)
Whatever that means. It is a brutal reduction of something so immensely complex that language can't possibly express it accuratly and than we throw this on our emotions and we are sorted.
:\
Me and my hormones go to curious places. I was in the shower with the boy when the emotion hit me.
That I love the man.
That I love the man so much /beat
that it might be time to /beat
Tatto his name on to my arm.
/pause
TATTO his name on to MY ARM.
The sheer terror of love, and the unprobability of the freak of all my ideas was dripping from me together with warm water and the palmolive spa cucumber edition.
I promised the boy there in the shower that his mother will not loose it.
That he will be born to the woman whose womb he implanted himself, who was funny and intelligent and unique.
It might take some wrestling with petrifyingly random thoughts, but I will win.
I have to win.
;)
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