Sometime after this photo was taken, I found myself on the living room floor, in hysterics. "Are you crying or laughing?" a bewildered Andy had to ask. It was both.
The culmination of all things pregnancy led to that episode. All the discomfort, the weirdness, the awkwardness of trying to move and function with this misshapen form, the unbelievable tension in my muscles, the fears, the impatience, the worries. I just wanted to hug my husband -- who had been sitting on the floor -- and the task was ridiculous. So I lay in a heap just letting it all out.
I hope I didn't scare the cats or the husband. I'll try not to do that again, but no promises.
From "Orchid" by Alanis Morissette:
I'm a sweet piece of work Well intentioned yet disturbed Wrongly labeled and underfed Treated like a rose as an orchid
letting it all hang out on thanksgiving
from left to right: grandpa tom, fletcher, random scary old lady, great-grandma katie
walker, making it work
daddy loves sleepy baby
video games tire him out
an oops photo that i have decided is "artistic"
piggyback
does his cap fit yet? maybe not.
yum. cat.
whoooaaa, dude
a drink after a hard day's work
*slurp*
