TBT // 1
by Ashley Weeks Cart
So what I’m saying is – those bows are a metaphor.
Him: Speaking of poops, you should have seen the coil she dropped in the woods yesterday.
Me: The coil she dropped? I… I don’t even know what to say about that phrase…
Him: Clearly, you did not grow up shitting in the woods with a bunch of boys.
Me: Dude, I went five days sans movement on my WOOLF trip (our outdoor orientation program during college). THAT’s how terrified I am of pooping in the woods.
Him: I’m going to glaze over how wildly unhealthy that is… It’s my mission that the girls know how to boldly poop in the woods. Sunny was a champion on Friday. I held her arms, she popped a squat, and built her mound.
For now, I’m relishing looking at all the photos of the Sesame Seed squirming and kicking and growing inside me. Sunny has been more engaged than ever with my belly and kisses the baby good morning and says, “Hi, Baby!” It’s unclear how much of this she understands, but she gets much joy in trying to feel her baby sister kick and in enthusiastically proclaiming that she is a “Big Sister!”
Rather, be careful what you wish for or the Universe will bestow upon you a sick, snotty, flem-filled ball of baby misery that will moan, and wake in fitful congested distress every single hour of your supposed day of rest. The upside of this coughing, sneezing mucus-rag is that the only place that she will find solace is curled up on your chest
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My own version of “Throwback Thursday” (#tbt), a chance for me to weep about the onslaught of time and review the varied stages of my life that I’ve chronicled here.