Monday, May 11, 2009
If I hadn't actually SEEN her come out--I would not believe it myself.
I am pissed. Why is it that I had to carry this for 9 months and 6 days, get the biggest stretch marks in history, lost my belly button, had the epidural from hell that hurt my back forever, and yet. And yet. She does not even look like my child. The kicker was when someone asked me if I was her nanny once. I had my son with me, too. What the hell?
Anyway. I am so busy. So tired. And a little stressed because my Dad is still not doing well and I am not there to help my Mom out, which causes me all kinds of grief and guilt.
So here is my daughter and my husband. Obviously, his little swimmers have really strong DNA action happening. He totally took over.