I switched sheets a couple of days ago. The fitted sheet is usually satin..but it was a bit chilly..so I switched to the flannel sheets instead. It's cozier by far..but I also didn't realize how much my big pregnant ass (yo..it's large) depended on the satin to help me roll over at night. My shirts have been like..semi-sticking to the sheets and it makes it *so* hard to roll over! I have to like..actually move, man. I prefer sliding, I think.


Ya know..Calix has always known who I am..but he pretty much never refers to me as "mom". I think he just figured both of us were "dad". But as of like..yesterday afternoon..for some silly reason..all the kid says is "mom". I think he's finally figured out there's a difference between the two of us..and well, mom's the one you want when things are rough. So he'll come up to me and start pulling on random bits of my clothing and be all "mommm" until I pick him up and cuddle. It's kind of cute..but now I almost feel like it's the end of something great. I almost feel like my mom must have felt where it's like..once your kid knows WHO you are..and learns to say "mom" it never ends.

My mom literally used to threaten to change her name..so she wasn't "mom" anymore. But she also had 9 kids harassing her all day every day. Poor thing. My mom's the shit though.


It's also kinda been the week of knowing people in commercials. On superbowl Sunday, they showed a commercial for the stroke center here in Louisville..and the very same doctor (Remmey) I'd seen a few days prior was the focus of that commercial. I was all "hey! heyyyy it's Remmey!". And this morning while watching Regis and Kelly, the new McDonald's commercial was on..and my brother in law Adam was in it. It's the one that's like..set in an office..and he's digging a hole to get out or something (I don't know..I wasn't paying attention to the script..I was just like "hey! it's adam!").

It's just weird to see people from the outside world..stuck inside your tele.


And I also don't want to talk about the Anna Nicole death..because it pisses me off like you wouldn't believe. I adored that chick like there's no tomorrow (hey..I even dressed up as her a few Halloweens ago) and this whole death shit? Angers me. I suppose once the cause of death comes back (if they even release it) I may feel a little less angry about the whole thing..but right now I can't help but want to go shake the shit out of her dead body and ask her what in the shit she was thinking because she HAS A LITTLE BABY!!! Ugh.

But I don't wanna talk about it.

Instead, let's all enjoy a picture of Calix in his homemade tent his daddy made for him yesterday:





And yes..I'm still cramping..I've had a few official contractions..but nothing hardcore yet..and yes, I'm ever so miserable. I'm thinking about resorting to castor oil or something, man..because COME ON!!