I’ve been meaning to get around to writing this post since January 1st. Amidst bouts of nausea, in-law crap, a sub-chorionic bleed in baby’s placenta and doctor-ordered bed rest, it just never happened. Tuesday afternoon’s visit to the hospital’s maternal-fetal care unit for our level-two ultrasound was just what the doctor ordered to finally bring out this post. Thank goodness. It’s been a long time coming.
First off, let me begin by saying: NO! We still do not know the sex of the baby. Why? Well, darling child number three was all bunched up in a very stubborn position for which not only was he/she not willing to flash his/her genitalia, but the tech couldn’t get any of the images she needed. Joy. Now we are forced to wait another two weeks! Oh happy day! But that’s truly not an issue, as much a little disappointment. It has got me wondering though…
I’m beginning to think that this darling child has absorbed every ounce of my unofficial and pretty much nonpublic New Year’s resolution: to approach this year wholeheartedly as The Year of the Gran Vafaincuolo. That’s Italian and the only true way to express such visceral emotion. Let me translate:
VA = third person singular imperative of the verb andare, to go = “GO”
FA = third person singular imperative of the verb fare, to do = “DO IT
IN = the same in English
CUOLO = ass
Literally therefore, one would translate vafaincuolo as “Go do it in the ass”; colloquially, “Go f*ck yourself!”
You’ve got it, friends, the thrust (every pun intended) of my approach to the year 2008 is indeed “Go f*ck yourself!” Why, you may ask? Well, for many reasons with which I will not bore you. Let it suffice to say that I have decided to cease all people-pleasing activity. Not that I have engaged in much of that over the years, because let’s face it, I learned long ago that you can never please everyone and the only one who counts anyway is God Himself. I have however, tried to play nice for the sake of sanity, the children, Hubby, etc… But this year I decided that mommynicekelly has got to go! No, mommykelly no longer plays well with others. So sue me!
Yes, I believe that at the very least, baby number three - aka the child with a f*ck you attitude - has understood that I am so done with playing the game, bending over backwards to protect other people’s bullshit fronts, and jumping through hoops to go along with their crap-ass diplomacy, which, by the way, has never been very diplomatic or the least bit convincing to begin with! I am so finished sprinkling the crow - that has been forced down my throat for years - with nicieties and friendly overtures. No more pleasantries. No more going out of my way to make these people feel comfortable with their uncomfortable treatment of me! No more holiday greetings or invites, birth announcements or the like! I AM DONE! SO DONE, there is but only one way with which to express that doneness: VAFAINCUOLO!
… if ever I was convinced that I am carrying another girl this last time around, it’s now! And I thought Drama Queen was a toughy!
Do they know what might have caused the bleed? Scary stuff! Lydia never showed her goods either, but I was fine with it. I was more curious than anything. We never found out with Tim either, by choice. The surprise was fun.
If we ever considered another one I’d probably keep it a surprise as well.
Apparently, while sub-chorionic bleeds are not common, they are not all that uncommon either. Doctors see them more than they’d like. 90% of the time they resolve themselves if you give them a chance to heal. That means bedrest for a short period (overkill in my opinion) and restricted lifting and other activity for as long as it takes. I’m still “restricted” so to speak, seven weeks later! AHHHHHHH!
All in all, yes, it is scary. Considering the events wrecking havoc on my life in January/February, I was sure it was a miscarriage. Thank God it was not.
We truly would like to know the sex of the baby, though. Hubby is really rooting for a boy this time around and he is as curious as all hell! We found out with both the girls and chose their names way before birth. Somehow I think it created more of a sense of closeness between us as a family. Also, I’d like to know if it is a boy … after two girls all we seem to have around here is pink!
Hee hee. I like your attitude in this (although I’m sorry some stressful events are bringing it out).
The people that are worth impressing are ones who won’t care if they get a greeting card. The people who truly care about you and have your best interests at heart will understand your take-no-shit attitude.
I’d like a little more of that attitude myself.
I’d take a piece of that tude with a little bit of hot fudge sauce. Please.
No more going out of my way to make these people feel comfortable with their uncomfortable treatment of me! No more holiday greetings or invites, birth announcements or the like!
I get this. The poeple who need me to call them every holiday, birthday, fathers day, mothers day, Flag day, etc. but who don’t give two toots about me. vafaincuolo!
I’ve realized this year that true happiness is with the people I live with, My family. They are my first and only responsibility. The rest of them need to know I love them and get over all their expectations of what we are required to do in order to prove our affections.
Love it!
You are a chick after my own heart!