Some important information from Zoeyjane’s files:
* My boobs have gotten to the spectacular stage already, according to JDawg. They’re growin’ out of the top of my trusty own-the-same-comfie-bra-in-two-colours-size. So, does this mean I need to go up a number or a letter? Please, don’t say a letter.
* Isobel is learning all kinds of stuff and it makes me feel smarter, cuz she seems so smart and Dora, Blue and I are her main teachers. Tonight? She learned where her “gina” is and (!) when I ask her where there’s a baby, if there isn’t a live one around or a pic of one, she points to my tummy. Swoon.
* I’m thinking of having Isobel and baby #2 matching shirts made. Isobel’s will have the Stella Artois label and baby #2, the label for Smirnoff Ice.
* I’m planning to shave my legs in the next week. Yup. I think an entire season of hippy legs is enough.
* Apparently, when JDawg told his mom that we’re having baby #2, she said, “well, at least she’ll be normal for a while,” or something like that. Gotta love that apparently, I was so happy during my pregnancy with Isobel, I was normal. The rest of the time, nope, I’m not normal. Now, let’s revisit the fact that I was an anxious, suicidal, lonely freak when I was pregnant before. HELLO? That is not normal. This person I am all the time, this is me, NORMAL. If you can’t accept that, then fuck the hell off.
* The thought of moving to a new place has me really anxious. Like really, really anxious. Like, durno if I can pull my head from my ass to pack and super clean and find a place and such, anxious. I like my little apartment, most of the time. I don’t want a new one! (stamps foot)
* In a step in the forward momentum, JDawg kissed me goodbye today when he left, and gave me his bank card, so I can begin CFO duties. The former made me feel kinda special. The latter did not and usually that is the reverse of Zoeyjane’s head.
* I seriously, seriously need to learn how to play. Cuz I can talk and colour and be otherwise conversationally engaging, but I have no freakin idea how to play with Isobel if it doesn’t involve a ticklefest and I think she’s missing out on a lot cuz of that. I mean, she’s not much of a toy kinda kid, so the onus should be on me to find things for her to be entertained by, not for her to find her own way, all the time, right?
