Tuesday, November 25, 2008

Burn Belly...Burn

I have never been renowned for my judgment - I can admit that. I had hoped and feared alike that is was a genetic flaw, but I could only look back at my parents for confirmation. Until now.

This weekend Cohen was with her Grammy having pictures taken for the holiday while Dan and I enjoyed some much needed personal time. We rented a few goofy movies, drove all over town in search of the cheeseburger I was craving, and settled into the couch to watch "Get Smart". Ironic. I had just boiled the water for a cup of Chamomille Tea when we decided to let the puppy in the house because this is something we never do when Cohen is home.

Mostly he is banished to the kitchen, kennel, or backyard because he is a 75 lb. spaz, but we let our emotion get the best of us and thought we would give him the benefit of the doubt. I let him on the couch. Lifted my tea to cool it. He jumped. I spilled the tea down my side. Screamed. Ran to the bathroom and peeled myself out of my clothes.

Because of where the burn was I had to get everything off but my bra, which meant there was no way I was letting Dan into the bathroom to see me. This has not been discussed much this pregnancy, but I am 8 months pregnant - and even though I no longer have any desire for sex at this point in my pregnancy I do still value the idea of Dan finding me attractive. Were he to really look at the Freddy Krueger-esque stretch marks at their full expansion down my belly he might not ever shake the image. And even I haven't seen my ass in 5 months, I certainly don't need anyone else back there making a reality out of what I pretend isn't happening to my butt and thighs.

While my lady friends might understand where I am coming from, you must also imagine what it was like for Dan standing outside the door listening to me gasping and crying and not knowing what had happened yet. Finally I relented and let him help me. I asked him to look up treatment for a 2nd degree burn, as the top layer of skin on a half dollar sized portion on my stomach had bubbles and disappeared. He did his research and went to the pharmacy to buy me gauze and medical tape. The tape was the cheap stuff, and as you can see from the photo we had to use some Dora band-aids. Damn that little Explorer, she saved the day again.

The next day I woke up feeling better and the burn is not as bad as I thought it was going to be. Still, it was such a stupid thing to do to let the dog up when I was drinking hot tea. All I could imagine was what if Cohen had been home. Had been seated where she always is - tucked under my arm. What if I had spilled the tea on her? But I didn't. And I wouldn' t have let the dog in had she been home. So, Dan convinced me to just feel the pain of the burn and not the pain of the potential for something that never happened and never would have happened.

The Bandage Job We Did That Night
So Dramatic.

The Remaining Small but Painful Burns
Less Dramatic.
(Dan says this looks like someone's butt but with Herpes)

And finally, the testiment to my poor judgment being genetic. As I said in the beginning of the blog, until today I could only look back for reasons why I am the way I am. But this morning Cohen dressed herself for the first time and I can see so clearly that poor decision making is as natural to us as brown hair and goofy feet. All we can do now is guide her and rely on Dan for our first aid care, internet research and let's face it... raising her bail.


Sunday, November 23, 2008

Good Evening to you. If you are reading this now you have either wandered back to the site of your own volition or you are one of the many friends who at some point trusted me with your email address, myspace friendship, or facebook wall time and you are responding to the soliciting email I sent scavenging for readers.

Any or either way I am looking for a commitment.

I am experimenting with a few new facets of blogging and by becoming a "dooby and the beaner" and signing up to follow my blog you could really help. For example, you could help me come up with something to call loyal readers that is less degrading than "follower" and perhaps more P.C. than "Dooby and the Beaners". Leave your suggestions in the comment box.

To follow my blog just go to the top right of the page where others following have their photos and click on FOLLOW THIS BLOG. Blogger will guide you through the rest.

I am looking to expand the blog, but I find with no specific knowledge of my readers I am not sure which direction to take things. I am looking forward to adding merchandise and local recommendations but what would you like to see? What more do you want from me?

I'd value any input you can spare. Except you Swanny. You keep your pie hole shut and just sign up as a follower until you're out of the dog house with me.

Sincerely at best,

L Boogie

L Boogie and Crew

Friday, November 21, 2008

I Don't Think You're Ready for This Jelly

I know you guys are just dying to see my huge fat belly - blame Dan for the lack of photos. He keeps taking photos from upward unflattering angles. For now this is what I have. These are from the second trimester, which I have passed. Squint your eyes until I seems wider and less happy and that is what I look like now.





Ok, here's a terrible photo from a few weeks ago. I decided to post it, but I censored the double chin. This is me at about 7 1/2 months...

The Worst Day of Their Lives

Being 7 weeks away from the end of my own pregnancy I find myself looking back at those around me just beginning their journeys into parenthood. My brother in law and his wife are 15 weeks along. One of my best friends, Ryan and his wife are a mere 8 weeks in.

At this point I feel it makes me more valuable as a person to know that it is better to say nothing at this juncture of my discomfort than to try to tell them anything. I do already know that my child has brought out more good in me than I could have ever mustered on my own before her. I remember the fears in utero, and how silly they seem now.

In conversations about adapting to a child opposite our own gender Ryan and I recently discussed the pitfalls of diaper changing and the fears of teen years. I tried to reassure him. I shared Ryan's fear with Dan. Dan, in turn shared this video with me.

Ryan, this one's for you buddy - may circumcision be the least of your problems...


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