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I really wish that people would stop bringing up the fact that I am not pregnant, nor do I plan on becoming such anytime soon.

I am aware that Gentry needs a family, and luckily for him he was born into a family of a mommie and daddie who love him.

However, I do not enjoy feeling like puking for 9 months, never actually doing the act, but wishing like crazy that it would happen so that you can go on with your life and feel better.

I don’t like the nerve damage that occurs making it impossible to recognize that you have a bladder, only to realize to late that you did just drink a liter of water and that it is now running down your leg.

I didn’t enjoy ripping so badly that my gastroenterologist is recommending a remote control rectum if I don’t get control back with other methods. But a remote control would not be so bad you would have absolute control, unless you lost the remote, than I wonder what would happen. I also did not enjoy the rectal exam. I will leave that to your imagination.

I did not enjoy bleeding from my boobs for 2 months and thinking about my baby drinking my blood the entire time. Which is actually ok, the doctor knew about it and said that it would eventually get better. It did, but the thought of it never really made me feel great. I especially did not like the bloody spit up.

Then there is the postpartum depression and pre-partum as well. We will just leave that debate up to Brooke Shields and Tom Cruise (who would probably actually benefit from the medication).

Thanksgiving was great. jj made a pumpkin, apple, and pecan pies. I only tasted the pecan, because really why would you even make the others. It was very good. I made a turkey and some stuffing. I think that my turkey needed a bit of work, I thought that it would be amazing with all the cooking wine and butter I put on it. The name of the recipe is “Worlds Best Turkey,” but I think it did not cook long enough. It was long enough to be safe, but not long enough to be tender. However, I did make some stuffing that was amazing. So good. The recipe follows:

Cranberry, Sausage, Apple Stuffing

Yum, it calls for vegetable broth, but does not say what to do with it, I dumped a cup on the stuffing in the pan before I cooked it. I also did not cook it inside the turkey. I really do not like the idea of shoving bread and otherwise good food into the internal cavities of animals.

I went to McDonald’s yesterday with some of my neighbors. I finally surrendered my hopes of not ever going to the germ infested play land with the golden arches. Gentry played, I watched from a distance and talked to the neighbors. They watched their kids from a distance also. From a distance your kids really are cute. It is when they are screaming in your arms and beating their head into yours that they are really not that cute. It is those times that you want throw them back across the room so that they can become cute again.

It was the first year check up for my son today. He was doing fine until the nurse came in with a sachel full of needles, (immunizations, they call them). He had SIX SHOTS today, including his flu shot. I felt so bad. He had three in each leg. The nurses finished up and blew the smoke from their smoking pistols. Gentry and I both left in tears.