Mar 12 2009
Five by Five by Five (Cause I’ve Got Nothing)
Yesterday during a routine and uneventful blog-hopping tour, I happened to discover that Robin had tagged me for a photo game on her blog Shrink Rap. Imagine my dismay at finding my link at the end of her post, I mean, did she think I had nothing bigger going on? Had she assumed I wasn’t diligently at work on some thought provoking, eloquent blogging masterpiece?
Okay, I don’t and I wasn’t…but that’s not the point.
Okay, that actually is the point.
Currently my digestive system feels like it’s staging some sort of revolt against the rest of my anatomy. I’m hesitant to diagnose myself with anything other than stupidity. Since eating the leftovers from my birthday dinner Monday night, I’ve been feeling less than stellar. My husband thinks the reheated shellfish was the culprit, I personally prefer to blame him since he was charged with picking up our take-out order, so obviously it was the mishandling that caused my illness. Maybe he was carrying the containers at a weird angle conducive to breeding gut wrenching bacteria.
The point is, I’ve got nothing to blog about and I don’t want to blog about my abdominal pains and heartburn and migraines (although I guess I just did), so I’ll participate in Robin’s little game in the hopes that it will get my mind off my gurgling stomach acid.
The idea was to choose the fifth photo from the fifth folder from my picture files, then discuss. Here’s the photo.
This is my then three year old son and his cousin…Groucho. Obviously the photo has been doctored to protect my niece’s secret identity. She and my son are exactly one year, one month, and one day apart. The photo was taken on or near my sister’s anniversary, while I was watching her girls so she and the husband could celebrate in grown-up fashion.
At the time I was feeling overwhelmingly fatigued. The slightest activity left me winded and I found myself sitting down quite often, the room at a slight tilt, my stomach feeling oddly replete. At night, I succumbed to sleep while the sun was still out, the kids’ screeching feuds a sweet lullaby I couldn’t ignore.
A week later I discovered I was pregnant for a fourth time. It took me another week to uncurl myself from the fetal position, stop whimpering, and enjoy my pregnancy. Actually the pregnancy itself was less than enjoyable, there were maybe three weeks right in the middle of my second trimester when I felt kinda good, but the rest was rather unpleasant, although it yielded some fabulous results. As unexpected as my youngest son was, he undoubtedly completed us. He made our odd numbers even.
As for the five tags, here they are in no particular order:
1. Blue Monkey Butt (Elle)
2. Blue Monkey Butt (Stacy) - wouldn’t want anyone feeling left out.
3. I’m Living Proof That God Has a Sense of Humor (Helene)
4. Glue 4 Families (Davida)
5. Small Town Mommy (Anne)
I personally refuse to harass anyone, so if you happen by and see your name, feel free to join in, otherwise feign ignorance, I won’t take it personally. Also stop by and visit Robin too since she’s hilarious and way groovy.
Yeah, I said groovy. What?
I held the container in a bacteria breeding angle? How about the fact that every time you get to eat something that you don’t usually eat, you eat a lot of it. Then if there is any left the next day, you eat some more. I don’t think what you are feeling is bacteria. It’s your stomach screaming for you to slow down. Need I remind you that your daughter ate the same thing. Did she did have any problems with her stomach? NO! HA! So there. I will not be known on the internet blog-o-sphere as a low down bacteria breeder. Still love you. Think you are awesome. Bye.
Mrs.Bear: Those are the words of a guilty bacteria breeder!