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February 13, 2003
I decided that I wanted to get that lame dream entry off of my diary page ASAP! So here I am again! I am going to make a valiant effort at a creative, fun filled entry. Oh boy, here goes…
Maxwell – Cute doings and sayings
Maxwell’s favorite thing is taking a bath with Mommy. He thinks it is so much fun to splash and get me wet. Up until a couple of weeks ago bath time was an innocent playtime for him and I. And then it happened. He started to notice my…um…differences. So I nixed joint bath time. Then the other morning when I was getting ready for work I caught him watching. So ever since then I have gotten dressed with my back to him. So a couple of days ago he is laying in my bed watching cartoons. I turn around to take my shirt off and start trying to shove my “new boobs” (more on this later) into my bra when I hear, “Hey Mom?” “Yes Max.” “Are you putting your boobs on?” After I picked myself off of the floor from laughter I started to contemplate the idea. How wonderful would that be? Afternoon at the grocery store – B cup. Night out with Mike and his friends – Firm, Full D cup. Oh the possibilities!
My Soft Hearted Little Man
The other morning I was standing in my bathroom attempting to make myself presentable for the day. I had on a sports bra and pajama pants. Maxwell came out of his bedroom, still warm from a good nights sleep, and stood in the doorway to say hello. I walked over to give him a hug and sat him up on the counter with his “Pooh Bankie”. I continued to apply my war paint when he said “Mommy you’re getting fat!” I started to laugh and said “I sure am!” Then his smile faded and he said he was just kidding. I told him that it was ok. Then my little man started to cry and say that he was sorry! I couldn’t believe it. I assured him that everything was ok and that I thought he was funny. His tears subsided but my heart was full. What an incredible little guy.
My New Boobs
My mother has always told me that I was “blessed” with boobs. That somehow or another I received all her endowments when I entered the world. I have offered many times to give them back, and she would gladly take them, but we haven’t figured out a quick and easy way to make the exchange yet. Well let me tell you, if she was jealous before…I have somehow over the past few weeks grown a full cup size and a bit. I refuse to move into a double-digit bra size so I am currently sporting the “double-boob” look. You know the one I’m talking about. Mike thinks he has died and gone to heaven. Now if he could only get close enough to touch the new masterpieces. Not on my watch…
Embarrassing Pap Smear
Since my entry thus far has probably offended more than a few of you, I thought what the heck, let’s keep on going! LOL! I received this email a few weeks ago and thought it was hilarious!
This is a laugh for all those women out there who so look forward to that
wonderful time once a year when they get to be "intimate" with their OB/GYN
doctor!
In Sydney, Australia, one of the radio stations pays ($1000-$5000) for
people to tell their most embarrassing stories. This one netted the winner
$5000....
I was due later in the week for an appointment with the gynecologist! Early one morning I received a call from the doctor's office to tell me that I had been rescheduled for early that morning at 9:30 a.m. I had only just packed everyone off to work and school, and it was already around 8:45 a.m. The trip to his office took about 35 minutes, so I didn't have any time to spare. As most women do, I like to take a little extra effort over
hygiene when making such visits, but this time I wasn't going to be able to make the full effort. So I rushed upstairs, threw off my dressing gown, wet the washcloth that was sitting next to the sink, and gave myself a quick wash in "that area" to make sure I was at least presentable. I threw the washcloth in the clothes basket, donned some clothes, hopped in the car and raced to my appointment. I was in the waiting room only a few minutes when I was called in. Knowing the procedure, as I'm sure you do, I hopped up on the table, looked over at the other side of the room and pretended that I was in Paris or some other place a million miles away. I was a little surprised when the doctor said, "My, we have made an extra effort this morning, haven't we?" but I didn't respond. When the appointment was over, I heaved a sigh of relief and went home. The rest of the day was normal... some shopping, cleaning, cooking, etc. After school when my six-year-old daughter was playing, she called out from the bathroom, "Mum, where's my washcloth?" I told her to get another one from the cupboard. She replied, "No, I need the one that was here by the sink. It had all my glitter and sparkles in it."
I hope you all have a wonderful, “glittery” week!
Love Nicole
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