Monday, March 09, 2009
Barefoot & Pregnant & Consequences ~ as journaled by Isabela
Through one squinted, teary eye, I noticed her in the exam room chair scribbling in her journal, seemingly unbothered by my restrained mini-screams as the thing was being removed. You know, I'm pretty certain she giggled a little when I let out a wince as the local anesthetic (aka flaming needle of fire) went into the bottom of my foot. Call it pain pride, but I was sure to let the doctor know that I have indeed endured numerous natural child births. In fact, I think with less noise.
Anyone remember this (from waaaaay back)? And how funny that she journaled it this time, whereas last time I made a play-by-play illustrated story for you.
And what did I do as soon as we got home? Took off my shoes.
Do I learn? No. I don't.
I'm fine, thanks for asking. Dumb. But fine.