A Mommy Story

I think I’ve told everyone about me pregnancy except those at work. I nearly slipped yesterday, when talkin’ about t’ local hospitals and which be t’ best for givin’ birth. Just as I was sayin’, “Well, I plan t’ use OSU again…,” I caught meself, and added, “…when we have our next child.” Whew.

Still no nausea – yay! Every day without feelin’ like me stomach be climbin’ up me throat be a successful day for me. T’ mornin’ sickness hit me at 6 weeks exactly last time, and I have told meself I’m goin’ t’ make it longer than that this time. Let’s hope positive thinkin’ be stronger than hormones.

Speakin’ o’ hormones, holy shit me boobs hurt! I forgot how smartly t’ hormones put them aft into standby mode. They’re already at least half a cup bigger, so me bras don’t fit, and bumpin’ them in any way sends sharp pains through them.

We’re now on illness watch for Cordelia. When I went t’ pick her up tonight, she was covered in sweat and coughin’. I gave her a dose o’ Motrin before bed, just in case she did have a fever. She hasn’t had a cold or other bug in a long time. I’m hopin’ she be not sick – feelin’ bad on your birthday be no fun.

In case you’re wonderin’ why this slightly random post be written so strangely today, I’ll let you in on t’ secret: today be t’ International Talk Like a Pirate Day. If you’d like t’ talk like a pirate, too, check out t’ English-to-Pirate translator here.

Arrr!