1. Amy pointed out that I typed “son enough” instead of “soon enough” on my last entry, and wonders if it is a freudian slip.
2. Also, in my dreams, one of the pregnancy tests was odd, and I realized what it was this afternoon. While the first and third (I remember my dreams very clearly, and I do dream in color) were standard stick-tests, the second was weird. I realized that it looked exactly like my intuition razor. I realized it while recounting to Amy, who then burst out laughing: “your INTUITION razor? Jesus, Gretchen.”
3. My kids called me mom today, repeatedly. One of them was doing something that was borderline inappropriate, so I walked up behind him and tapped him twice on the shoulder, He stopped, and this led to the Mrs S as Mom discussion. “You’re a mom! You have mother powers!” and I kept saying “But I don’t have children!” and they said “WE’RE your children! You’re like our mom!”
4. I have not yet started.
“ah well, son enough” . . . . .
This was from an email you sent me –
I’m thinking that a daughter would be nice. I need a little girl to dress. You know, I’ll be that annoying friend who dresses her in PINK and makes her play with strawberry shortcake dolls. I think my UNICORN fettish has A TON to do with the abundance of MALES in my home. I’m allowed. So, with your daughter, I will rekindle my friendship with polly pockets.
TAKE CARE
AGNES
You are going to be such an amazing mother!
My fingers, toes, eyes are crossed for you!