My cute little bunny. I just had a check up, and the doctor said he will ease up on the spitting up when he can sit up. (Now read that sentence again with a Jesse Jackson inflection) Ahem!
As Rex is further from my womb this particular affliction is getting a tad better, but it still exists. It’s interesting how when one becomes a mother one sees danger everywhere. The cracks in the sidewalk, a busy intersection, Hannah Montana. I don’t know if men get the same affliction. My husband would throw our kids up to catch them if I didn’t threaten to have a stroke when he did so.
Everyone says that when you are pregnant, people will rub your belly and say disgusting things. Yes, during this last pregnancy, I did get tired of being asked by strange men at the grocery store if I was carrying 8 babies. You are so funny I forgot to laugh! But in general, the old Armenian lady telling me to cover my big belly, strangers guessing if I was carrying a boy or a girl, or friends kissing my tummy didn’t bother me that much. But a stranger kissing my infant? That’s another story….
Before Rex’s illness, I was pretty easygoing when it came to germs and my child. Now… do they make hand sanitizer showers?