My boy will be 6 years old tomorrow. Yikes!
Tonight, for the first time, he’s having two friends to spend the night. Super yikes!
I just picked up one of them, and the crackling intensity of boy energy was immediate. The boys were so excited to see each other, but already they’ve learned that boys don’t hug other boys. So they kind of grabbed each other’s hands and got in each other’s faces and yelled. Then they growled at each other; then took off chasing each other, while screaming, “Bring it on!”
Now it sounds like they’re taking apart the trundle bed in the boy’s room and shouting imprecations like “spank my head.” I don’t think that means to them what it means to me. I think the boy just got lucky in his choice of funny.
I wrote about his birth here (8/12/2005). Don’t read it without a cigarette handy.
Today I’ve been thinking about mucus plugs. Is there anything weirder than having a mucus plug slide out of your body? That’s one of the things that birthing vids can’t help you with: what it feels like to have your mucus plug coming down the canal. To me, it kind of felt like a large shell-free snail on a slip and slide.
Nor do the birthing vids show the other, excessive bodily fluids that accompany birthing: sweat, vomit, poop, urine, blood, mucus, and the fricking gallon of amniotic fluid. Have I left anything out? Oh yeah, tears.
