Thursday, August 20, 2009
This is IT Thursday!
Clear your lists.
Sit your ass down.
Forget everything I've said. (But just for today, let's not be extreme.)
Grab your coffee.
Now implement whatever inner-woo-woo goddessy visualization, prayer to the baby Jesus, get out your crystals, hymnals, lucky rabbit's foot, whatever it takes to get Karinda's baby out because I'm not gonna lie, it's stressing me out. I'm starting to believe it's possible that the baby isn't going to come, and I don't want to be putting bad mojo out there when she clearly needs some good fucking mojo, and so I feel guilty. Also, I'm having sympathy exhaustion and sometimes feel like I might just blurt out "What the fuck is wrong with you?" (In love of course.)
Okay so since clearly it's about me, we need to get this baby out. She's got the tub, Baby Daddy is nearby, Tami is like some lumberjack or something and can totally improvise like MacGuyver until the midwife makes that seven and a half hour drive to Dayton, her house is clean, and today's date is divisible by five. So focus on Karinda, calm, comfortable, probably with Tami saying something semi-inappropriate in the background, kids in awe (or getting jelly all over the kitchen), a babbling brook on cd, lots of reassurance, and finally, holding a beautiful ten year old in her arms.
Seriously, today I want that whole bizarre tidal ebb and flow female unity crap to work and get this baby out.
Go Karinda go! Go Karinda go! Go Karinda go! Please Karinda please!