the pieces of my life

Happy happy joy joy, it’s a Tweedly Twirp birthday! Hope your tummy is feeling better and that you’re not cloistered somewhere! At least I amuse myself.

I wake up bleary eyed, because I’ve been up three times in the night to pee. My Braxton Hicks are becoming painful, the heartburn is becoming daily, and I’ve got a sinus headache. I walk into the bathroom where Adam is rummaging around the drawer looking for a nail clip.

“Don’t you hate it?” he asks. “It’s always the little things that hurt the most. I’ve got this hangnail that’s killing me!”

All I can do is stare. When there’s no reply, he looks up at me.

“Oh,” he says. “I guess that’s not what you want to hear.”

Ya think?

I’ve been loading up my ipod with music I want to listen to while I labor. At first I was trying to think of songs that would be appropriate for a birth, and then I thought, “Screw that!” I’m putting in the songs I want to hear regardless of whether they are birth appropriate. At first I thought it would be like those folks who play “I Will Survive” and those other fun, but really break-up songs, at their weddings, but then I realized the whole point of the music is to power me up when I need it and to calm me down when I need it. So even though Liz Phair and the Beastie Boys may not be the most child friendly, they’re what I want to hear. Although Adam gave me a funny look when I told him I wanted him to make sure that, as the baby is crowning, he puts on “Who Let the Dogs Out.” If that’s not a power song, I don’t know what is. Woof woof.