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    7/29/2006

    I have created man

    So, because I think I forgot to tell everyone, here it is.  I am having a boy!  I actually found out about this 2 months ago, but for some reason I forgot to say anything.  This is up there with forgetting to put on pants before I left for work one day.  I only made it halfway out of the driveway, but hey, no pants.  This is what I get for getting dressed in the laundry room on my way out the door each morning.  Also note, that I get dressed in the laundry room that is right off of the kitchen that has a huge sliding glass door and the curtains are always open.  If you also add in that I get dressed at 5 in the morning and it is pitch black outside; therefore, I am naked for the world to see.  I really don't give a hoot.  If I cannot remember pants, what in the world makes you think I will remember to close the curtains?  However, that is not the point of this post.  Everything is not about me.  Actually, this is my blog and its all about me.... so there.
     
    IT'S A BOY!  Please see first embarassing pics of my sons boy parts posted on the internet for the world to see.  This will be the last pics of my son's boy parts, at least on the internet.  I take naked pictures of my daughter all the time, because she is funny as hell and is always doing something funny and since always falls into the category of always funny and sometimes naked, there must be naked pictures.  I just feel a little funny about posting naked kid pictures.  First of all, there are a lot of freaks out there and even some of those freaks are pedophiles and I really don't want to go there, at least without the intent to kill said pedophile with an ice pick and/or chainsaw and/or any other available deadly weapon, at least after I purchase said deadly weapon because I don't own an ice pick or chainsaw.  Secondly, these pictures would go into the category of something that lasts forever and once they hit the internet, there is my kid naked on the web and that is just setting her up.  For what, I don't know, but clearly that is not the point.  I don't want to raise a stripper.
     
    Anyway, it's a boy!

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    Congratulations and my sympathies!  The thing we must remember is that they say boys are easier than girls as they get older.  Right now, however, I am often left to wonder why my son spits for no reason, hits himself in the head right after someone comments on how smart he is, and walks around our living room each night naked, offering us imaginary breadsticks.
     
    Very exciting stuff though!  You get to have a whole new shopping adventure.  But I suggest you don't purchase any newborn socks.  Boys come out with these huge feet, sort of like Great Dane puppies.
     
    I am with you and Kay re: the ass thing.  The other night after my husband massaged my giant feet, we both looked all around the sofa for my socks.  After a few minutes I located them, under my ass.  The husband said he was glad we didn't have a small dog.  I always have had a big bubble butt for a petite person but my pregnant ass scared my former assistant to death.  She said it was like birth control, looking at its hugeness.
     
    The Sloper has taken to standing behind me and trying to jiggle my butt, like it's some free Jello-related toy that came in his cereal box.
     
    Oh, and one piece of advice that NO ONE ever seems to tell you until you're at the end of your rope with a brand new boy...when diapering, point the winkie down before you secure the tapes on the fresh diaper.  If you don't, you son will pee all over his clothes with no pee in his diaper. 
     
    OK...so point the winkie down and warning you about the spitting is really all I've got.  So much for my expertise.
     
    I am very excited for you though.  In bearing boys we have the chance to give the world a few people with dicks who aren't dicks.  It's a really important job.
     
    R
    July 31
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    EdgyKay wrote:
     
    Yay! yay for boys! (And how appropriate that you have a naked boy background for this blog of yours.)
     
    I read where you told Rose that you look as if you're carrying twins -- in your ass. That's EXACTLY how I carried MY four boys! Samers!
     
    When I was about 8 months pregnant with #3 Son, #2 Son was not-quite-3. As he watched me lean over my bed one morning while tucking in the sheets (wearing my stunning baby-blue sweatpants), he stood behind me verrrrrrrrrry quietly, then said, "Mama? You have a big, blue, butt!"
     
    Ahhhhhhhh. Good times. Goood times.
     
    Incidentally, EVERY time I put on weight, it goes directly to my ass. I guess I should be grateful; we "pear" shapes are healthier than those "apples."
     
    Yay for boys!
     
    July 31

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