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Hum the Jeopardy jingle

Posted on April 22, 2008

No plumber.No Oprah.No baby. Ok, the plumber came, but he did nothing.And, really, Oprah might’ve been by, but I’m not sure.And the baby, well, let me tell you, she tried. Is it weird that I don’t want my baby coming out of an unshowered me?My feet are unacceptable. “Now just put your feet up here,” they might say. “No.” “Excuse me? Honey, put your feet up here,” an emphatic clap on the stirrup. “No.” “But it’s time to push,” incredulous. “That’s great, I haven’t showered in two days, I haven’t been wearing shoes and I have dry wall dust gummed up between my toes.” The plumber is coming at 8. I figure I’ll take a sort of bus stop bath in the downstairs bathroom…

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Categories: Me

Bellies in the night

Posted on April 22, 2008

She padded down the hallway, the obstacles of the demolition and pending construction stacked tight against the wall, her body hugged the other, shoulder leaning in to guide her. I was on my way back from the downstairs bathroom as I swept her in my arms and into our bed. Thick waves of cool air billowed behind the plaid curtains, puffs of night kissing our skin. Her body melted into mine as I lowered us into bed. The skin of our bellies touched, the taut skin of mine barely moving as the swell of her sweet little pot belly pressed against me. Her skin was hot, soberingly so. I put my lips to the crown of her head and was startled by the burn.…

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Categories: Mama Sap, Me

Plumber. Cue baby.

Posted on April 21, 2008

Ok, so here it is in a nutshell: The bathroom sits, tub and surround in place, with pipes waiting to be set and connected. John the plumber never called. My contractions have stayed quiet whilst we have toiled on the house. Tomorrow we are going to the plumber first thing. Mama is going to work the ever-loving-heck out of her belly in the hopes of appealing to the plumber’s sense of pity (or scaring the hell out of him). Then, in my perfect scenario, we’ll take said plumber back to our house, show him the pipes and begin the affordable (a girl can dream) journey to bathing in our own home again. Healthy plumbing. Healthy baby. Contented Amanda. You know what? I take it…

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Categories: Love, Work

Not so much a craving as a physical need

Posted on April 21, 2008

I am not prone to pregnancy cravings, at least not the eat a half gallon of ice cream or dousing my cottage cheese in pickle juice type of cravings. I have had aversions, mostly rare red meat, pasta, orange juice and Obsession type perfumes (Oh yes, some people still wear it, and let me tell you, those that do, really do…cough, cough, gag). Tonight I have a craving, the ferocity of which is such that I am twitching, my body leaning in the direction it knows salvation to be. It’s northeast of here, maybe 15 blocks. The doors would be closed now and the object of my desire, my need even, would not be there. It is nothing short of perfection. Weighing damn near…

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Categories: Mama Sap, Me

My Water…broken

Posted on April 20, 2008

Not trying to be a tease, just trying to find a way to get through the first hot snap of the year, contractions, little signals that this little girls is getting closer to making her debut and not having running water upstairs. Sean got the mold out of the bathroom, along with the 200 pound cast iron tub. The drywall, tiles, lath and plaster are all far, far away after multiple trips to the dump. The girls are at Nana’s and I am ready to head up to bed…so very far away from the only working toilet. I had a plumber on the phone, he sounded great – intelligent, sympathetic, available and then BZZZ-APPP his cell phone died. He never called back. Several other…

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Categories: Love, Me