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Tuesday, July 08, 2008
Every day I have the urge to sit down and write stuff - I’ve got a whole lot of thoughts churning in this fat head of mine - but it’s vacation (OH MY GOD! I still can’t get over that), and we are either doing something or Jelly Man is using the computer, and so my thoughts are running around in that hamster wheel of mine. Whenever I do get a moment to sit down the thoughts seem to scramble away and I just sit here, staring at the screen, fingers tapping impatiently at the keys.
(For example, right now I pondered getting up to bring Jelly Man coffee in bed, but then had a change of heart because when will I get to sit down again uninterrupted? Exactly!)
First off, Carlita’s speech, or indeed lack thereof. I’m getting slightly impatient about this, but I know that for now there isn’t much to do but wait. We’re scheduling her 2nd birthday well baby visit around her birthday, and I’ll bring it up with the doctor then, if they don’t bring it up first. I don’t know what to expect from this just yet. I’m slightly nervous about her getting labeled, but I also realize that if there is something abnormal about her development in that area it’s most likely due to us as her parents, and not something that is “wrong” with her. And even if it were, that would not mean the end of the world.
And I understand how this came about, too. I felt awkward chatting to Carlita when she was smaller. It is still hard for me to let my mouth run while we go about our daily business, but from the interaction we have it’s clear that she understands a lot of what we say. She just isn’t very good at forming words. The ones she do say are badly butchered, bay for bird, bai for bear, shuz for shoes, buh for ball and so on. But since I moved from the land of Danes at 10 years old I haven’t really had a mother language. My danish sort of trailed off the longer I spent in the land of Swedes (and Swedish remains my favorite language still, but by now I really suck at that too), when I moved to Funland I started using English as my primary language. I feel like I have three handicapped languages to work with, and how on earth is that a good foundation for Carlita to learn how to speak on?
Second, we will be expanding. In fact, we have had unprotected sex and I might already be hosting a fertilized egg and OMG *spazz*. We’ll know in about a weeks time. A week or so ago I asked Carlita’s godmother if she might have a suggestion as to what astrological sign we should go with (could we be any more of a mish mesh family with an Aquarius, Scorpio and a Leo? How about a Virgo, so that no element is discriminated?) and I’m kinda hoping she’ll recommend an Aries. Except, we’ll see.. in a week or so!
Third, this brings up lots of questions regarding my body and whether I am healthy enough for another pregnancy. I feel pretty good about the fact that we waited those two years, and I feel more normal, body wise, than I did a year ago. It’s just too bad that this body is in much worse shape than the one I had two years ago. Regardless of me being pregnant or not I need to look after myself better. Junk food eating has been cut to a minimum, but I’m still a sucker for pop and that needs to change. I need to get my ass back on the exercise bike.
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I went out in public without a hat on the other month. Shaving my head has been one of the most freeing experiences of my life, although freedom doesn’t feel quite as free when one feels the need to always wear a hat in public. So I went without. And, well, I got a lot of stares. But, you know, growing up with dark hair/eyes/skin in a place where there are lots of blond/blue eyed/pale people make you kind of immune to the stares. It didn’t bother me one bit, I might even have felt a little proud for plowing the way for teenage girls who secretly want to shave their head but never dared to - however many that might be. Now I’m planning to send all my unused Renbow and Manic Panic hair dye to my not-quite sister in the land of Danes - her mum is going to LOVE me…
