The entry that wasn't quite meant to turn out this way
Dear Pod
One of the many blessings of being pregnant is that I get to be a scatterbrain and get an excuse for it. Okay so the other is being able to stuff my face in a sushi counter and sit contendedly with my belly sticking out *and* letting out a fart.
This largely means that anything that is said to me gets forgotton in the next five or so minute if that person is lucky. The bad news comes when I don't even register a single thing *while* the conversation is going on and I walk away as if I hadn't had that conversation! Take today for instance. For a fact I know I went to school, then to the lawyers' office to sign the mortgage documents. But what exactly was being said in school? Something about dotting the dots with the french curves. And when exactly are we going to be proper homeowners all I remembered was 13th was bad luck for your pa, 14th's not good for Swee Chin and I wanted to use the loo.
Many a time I find myself drifting to space whenever your father has something to say to me that's going to last for more than 30 seconds. I'd nod in agreement and my mind goes somthing like that: "right. okay that's fine. err, okay. hmmm i don't think so, but never mind...hmmm..ooh what beautiful blue eyes he has.....absolutely agree, yes ....to..what? I don't know...yes...how sexy he sounds...not sure what he's yopping about....but yes i think so....is he still going on?...god, i want a shag now....
Of course rather than a shag, pea pod, I get asked about whatever he said earlier on and I'd (a) claim we never had that conversation (b) bluff my way (c) agree (d) announce i'm ill and hide in bed.
It's a pity. Your pa is a very shaggable person but doesn't really seem that keen on it. The fact that you're growing in my belly is, honestly, no more amazing than The Immaculate Conception. I am almost expecting sheeps and lammykins to graze and gambol all over the delivery suite with 3 blind mice looking to hole in for the night.
One of the many blessings of being pregnant is that I get to be a scatterbrain and get an excuse for it. Okay so the other is being able to stuff my face in a sushi counter and sit contendedly with my belly sticking out *and* letting out a fart.
This largely means that anything that is said to me gets forgotton in the next five or so minute if that person is lucky. The bad news comes when I don't even register a single thing *while* the conversation is going on and I walk away as if I hadn't had that conversation! Take today for instance. For a fact I know I went to school, then to the lawyers' office to sign the mortgage documents. But what exactly was being said in school? Something about dotting the dots with the french curves. And when exactly are we going to be proper homeowners all I remembered was 13th was bad luck for your pa, 14th's not good for Swee Chin and I wanted to use the loo.
Many a time I find myself drifting to space whenever your father has something to say to me that's going to last for more than 30 seconds. I'd nod in agreement and my mind goes somthing like that: "right. okay that's fine. err, okay. hmmm i don't think so, but never mind...hmmm..ooh what beautiful blue eyes he has.....absolutely agree, yes ....to..what? I don't know...yes...how sexy he sounds...not sure what he's yopping about....but yes i think so....is he still going on?...god, i want a shag now....
Of course rather than a shag, pea pod, I get asked about whatever he said earlier on and I'd (a) claim we never had that conversation (b) bluff my way (c) agree (d) announce i'm ill and hide in bed.
It's a pity. Your pa is a very shaggable person but doesn't really seem that keen on it. The fact that you're growing in my belly is, honestly, no more amazing than The Immaculate Conception. I am almost expecting sheeps and lammykins to graze and gambol all over the delivery suite with 3 blind mice looking to hole in for the night.
posted by Mum & Dad at 8:04 PM
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