BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND!!! Or at least the only demand that counts… the husband.
It’s sad it’s taken this long for me to get back to the blogosphere. I’ve had a draft post saved for a couple of months where I started to tell our whole birthing story but I guess it’s still all a little too fresh b/c I STILL haven’t finished it.
HMMM… what’s new?!? Well, I’ve got a 5 1/2 month old sitting in my lap. Well I guess you would call it sitting. She insists on sitting up on her own, but poor thing can’t hold herself up yet so she just kind of folds over and rests her chest on her feet. But she’s a baby, so what does she know.
It’s funny how when they first come out everything is done with such careful precision…like in the first month we washed all of her clothes separately and then you should’ve seen her first couple of baths… they were spa treatments for sure. Now it’s all ’HEY HONEY….can you throw me a burp cloth??’….’Sure, which one?’…’OH, that one you just cleaned off the raw chicken with is great.’ And now we just throw her in with her clothes for a wash. KIDDING… calm down.
I guess you just realize that it’s really hard to break a baby. They just kinda assimilate into your world and before you know it you can’t even remember life without them. And life is good. AND of course it doesn’t hurt that we own the most gorgeous baby ever to have been born… so there’s that.
Even now I’m sitting indian style with Piper in the middle and she’s playing with and grabbing at my big toe and I just can’t help but think whatever did my big toe do before it had a sweet baby to play with?
For 33 weeks, you’ve been….(I’m not exactly sure the wording to use here) alive. in existence. growing in my belly. I was thinking last night as I was going to sleep, while you were kicking me in the ribs b/c i later realized i think i was laying on my side and smooshing your head, that you have absolutely no clue what’s going on. Here I am with books & classes & friends and family & the internet… oh and doctors of course. I’ve got all this info and ur just in there chillin in the dark. I know ur opening ur eyes, b/c I got a picture of you w/ ur eyes open on the last sonogram. I’m not gonna lie, it is pretty creepy looking b/c it’s all black and grainy and there you are with ur cute big lips and then you’re kind of staring at the sonogram thingy with those cute big eyes. Anyways, I’m sure ur going to have a lot more questions once u come out… but for now, i’d like to get you caught up a little on the 33 weeks to date. Maybe that’ll make ur transition a little easier. Here we go:
This is me, your mother by the way… you’ll figure that out pretty early on in the game i’m sure, the day before I found out about you (and right after i got off of the Aerosmith roller-coaster. i distinctly remember seeing a sign saying pregnant women shouldn’t ride, i’m sorry about that). I found out you were on board on our family vacation to DisneyWorld. My mom (ur nonnie) and sister (ur aunt brittany) thought I was acting funny b/c I wasn’t talking and acting a fool as normal so they bought me a pregnancy test…and this is what popped up:
And to celebrate we bought you this, ur first stuffed animal:
When we found out about you, you were the size of a piece of rice. So, obviously we called you Whole Grain until we could name u for realz. I’m sorry if that sticks with u the rest of ur life. But we thought it was quite endearing. For the first 17 weeks of your life, mommy was a little preoccupied. puking. Under most circumstances, I would thank you for helping me to shed 12 lbs., but not so much this one. You lived off of Cheerios, baby carrots , grapes & prenatal vitamins. I really hope you like those, and sorry… i couldn’t even stomach the honey nut version. Here’s your first picture:
And here’s some pictures from when we found out you were a girl (look how cute you are putting your hand in your mouth!):
And here w/ your foot by your face:
Also during this time, about ur 3rd month in, we moved from Moravian Falls, NC to San Francisco, CA. You went from this:
To this:
You’ve been growing QUITE a lot. Here’s some mile markers:
18 weeks
21 weeks
24 weeks
28 weeks
And as of today:
33 weeks
Now, around your 30th week of life we all got a big scare. We thought you were coming early, so much so that we enjoyed going to the hospital 2 nights in a row for hours and hours on end with lots of monitoring and contractions and even a shot to help your lungs develop a little faster in case you did decide to come out a little bit early. They said there wouldn’t be any side effects with the steroid shot, but you’ve obviously proven that’s not true. Because ever since, you’ve been hiccuping all the time. “They” say that’s a good sign. Now, it’s true, your father is going to tell you that I hate it when people have the hiccups. But as it turns out, I think it may only pertain to adults. I think it’s cute when you get them. And i’m not just saying that because we haven’t officially met yet. But that leads me to a good point. I’d like you to know about your immediate family. Here’s your dad:
You’re really going to like him. He’s sweet, smart, funny, thoughtful… i could go on and on. But most of all, he loves you so much & can’t wait to meet you. Hopefully we won’t have to explain the whole ‘how you got in mommy’s tummy’ for many many years, but he is in fact the other culprit in your creation. Now, there’s also another member of the family you’re going to be quite acquainted with… Cash. (cue the music. dum-dum-dum…(you’ll know what music is sooner than later, for now… just take my word on it))
Now, I picked this picture b/c I felt like it really gives a good glimpse into his personality. You’ve actually already met him… you kicked him in the head once and also there was a time he barked right by me and you ‘jumped’ or were ‘startled’ as my pregnancy book calls it. I’m not really sure what life with the 2 of you will be like. But i can guarantee that you should prepare yourself for him to eat your belongings and more than likely the diapers you’re finished with. You don’t know what diapers are yet, but I promise you’re soon to be WELL acquainted with them. But trust me, in the end Cash is really sweet. Most of the time. I imagine we’ll have to get you fitted for a saddle for him eventually… sure beats a stroller.
So… you’re probably wondering why this 33 weeks is such a big deal. And that’s probably just because you can’t count yet…but it means that we’ve only got 7 more weeks until your expected arrival. I’ve never been more excited and also anxious about anything in my life. I can’t believe how much I already love you, even though I’m pretty sure you think you’re a kickboxer. I’m working on cleaning out and setting up your ‘room’ and it’s probably time to start thinking about packing a bag… just in case.
Craig’s book, Dancing Elephants…IT’S FINALLY HERE!!!! You can find it @ Craigkinsley.com or by following the link below or on the picture!! ENJOY! Here’s an exert straight from Mr. Kinsley himself:
It’s been quite a learning experience, and a good one at that, but I’m glad it’s done. Now for the social media bombardment. It would be great if my loyal blog readers could help us spread the word by Twitter and Facebook. You can also ‘Like’ the book right from the webpage. I believe that even without major distribution, we can make this project a huge success. Thanks for your patience and for believing in me.
Oh, and if you do help spread the word, you’ll be entered to win a Nintendo 64 straight fro 1997. WOW!
So… it seems like Piper might be wanting out a little sooner than she needs to be. All of your prayers are greatly appreciated.
Here’s the details:
First off, I am only 30 weeks. 10 weeks left until Piper’s due date & 6 weeks shy of her being ‘out of the word-works’ if I went into labor. The past 4 days I’ve noticed a few changes, mainly feeling like it was possible I was leaking amniotic fluid. So I called my doctor and they suggested, just to be safe, I go get some tests done at Labor & Delivery. So I got there & they hooked me up to monitor Piper as well as any uterine contractions. Piper was perfect. Turns out however, I was having contractions every 2-3 minutes. Who knew? As the night went on, I started to begin to feel them… or at least a lot of them. They did all sorts of test and sonograms, etc. My water hadn’t broken, my cervix looked normal but I was a little dehydrated. They waited another 2 hours and checked my cervix again and there was no noticeable change, even though I was still having contractions every 2-3 minutes. They also did a test to see if it was possible that the ‘glue’ around my bag of waters (sorry if this is grossing you out!) was deteriorating. They said they don’t really go on the positive, because there are a lot of factors that can give you a false positive, but mainly want to see a negative which assures 95% you aren’t going into labor in the next 2 weeks. Well, i tested positive. So, that coupled with the contractions led to the decision to give me a shot of steroids that will help Piper’s lungs develop a little faster in case I do go into pre-term labor & i’m also on bed-rest. I go in tonight @ 10:00pm western time to get the 2nd round of steroids and to see if there is any change in my cervix. The contractions stopped, for the most part, after i got home last night and went to sleep. They are back this afternoon… just not as often. More like every 30 mins or so. I’ll update as soon as I know anything!!!!
SO…. if you could please pray for us all. As you can imagine, it’s been the scariest thing we’ve ever gone through. It’s hard when it’s something you can’t control and are just waiting. We love God with all our hearts and we know he loves us & Piper so much more. Please pray for Piper & my body, that they’ll stop this silliness & she can stay in and cook a while longer!!!!!
I appreciate the love & encouragement, but please understand if we don’t answer texts & phone calls right now!!
so… the response was split 50/50 when i asked friends/family & facebookers if we should or shouldn’t do child-birthing classes. i decided to do it… why not, my insurance covers the $155 fee & i’ve always believed that knowledge is power. even though, after being in labor & delivery w/ my b/f/f Jess, i realized that you’re not really thinking about all that knowledge necessarily when it’s all going down. BUT non-the-less… i went for the class titled: Childbirth Preparation: Birth Alternatives. And the description is as follows:
This class addresses the needs and interests of women who wish to have an intimate, fully involved birth experience. (didn’t really realize there was a half-involved experience…but I’ll opt for the fully involved one, i guess. Also, after watching the video of labor/delivery… think, the one they make you watch in health class… i don’t really know how it gets any more intimate) This class covers the basic childbirth preparation content with an added emphasis on natural delivery and making choices in response to the birth process. (now before i get the eye rolls from the ‘she’s crazy if she thinks she’s pushin that kid out w/ out drugs’ clan or the high fives from the ‘that’s right, we’re super human women’ clan…i would like to explain myself. I am not against epidurals… i have read the research, i’ve got friends on both party trains, i’m guessing i’ve got about a 75% chance of having a very large needle lodged into my spine during delivery. the part that i’m trying to avoid is the narcotic pain meds. my last 2 instances w/ such drugs ended with either puking my guts out for hours on end, OR hallucinations of my childhood dog laying in my bed and running around the house. now…as awesome as it seems, in theory, of having Scooby Doo deliver my baby in a hallucinogenic state…i really feel like, when it comes down to it i would like to try and avoid those pain meds. so again back to the whole knowledge is power thing). Labor support techniques and comfort measures from home birth and other cultures are emphasized.
Then there’s a nice little phrase in bold & italics that says: Bring two pillows, a blanket and a snack to all classes.
Alright, so in true Lori fashion i waited till the last possible moment to make a decision whether to sign up for this class or not… the day of. The class was full in San Fran, but we got the last slot in Daly City. So, not only did i wait until the day of to sign up… but i’m also running late getting ready. My mommy skills are really going to be questioned @ this thing… i can feel it. so i’m all “‘Craig, can u grab 2 pillows and a blanket?” and he’s all “i only have one pillow… the other doesn’t have a case” and i’m all “there’s more in the closet” and he’s all “no there’s not, i already looked… what blanket do i get?” and i’m all “i’ll get the pillow, just grab any blanket” and he’s all “i got the furry one” and i’m all “awesome.” Now…honestly i don’t know if our blanket is going to work or not. I mean yes, if we’re doing a picnic on the floor it’ll be perfect. But if we’re talking making birthing tents or something… it’s just not going to cut it. I’m not feeling very prepared. And Craig’s all “honey, we’ve GOT to go… we’re going to be late” and i’m all “oh crap, i forgot to get a snack… go ahead and start the car, i’ll meet u there.” Now, those of you who’ve never been pregnant might not understand this… but once u get pregnant, u can just feel the points being added or subtracted from your woman-hood from other mothers based on ur performance, etc. She’s eating an organic apple instead of a chocolate chip cookie… plus 5 points. She’s converting her walk in closet into a nursery… minus 15 points. And so on and so forth, you get the point. What kind of snack should I get? it’s got to be something healthy, but not pretentious (obviously these women who are going to the ‘alternative’ birthing class in San Francisco are probably going to be some form of vegan or vegetarian or child rights activists… so bringing the large stash of candy i got from our Halloween party… sorry Fall Festival is WAY out of the question.) So… a banana & a bag of organic goldfish (whole grain of course) it is.
We can’t find the building, of course, so we’re 9 minutes late. Dang it. But we get a point added b/c one of the other couples didn’t bring their pillows & blanket. score.
Now, i’d like for you to meet our instructor, Patty:
That’s a baby doll poking out of the bottom of her shirt. I really don’t feel the need to do a lot of explaining here… I just kind of feel like this picture speaks for itself.
So all in all… i’m glad we’re doing this. I don’t feel like if I had chosen not to, that I’d be missing a life altering opportunity (that might change by week 4 of course), but it’s nice to feel like we’re actively preparing for Piper to get here as a couple. And it’s also really nice when the lights are dim and everyone’s eyes are closed and we’re doing a relaxation breathing exercise and Patty is saying “now picture yourself being really empowered….maybe as a lioness or maybe as a cow” **insert school girl giggling from Craig & Lori**
Tonight we went to a breast feeding class. I guess I’ll know how helpful it was in a couple of months. There were a lot of boob diagrams & baby dolls going on. Life is fun!!!!! we <3 you Piper… CK especially does for going to these classes w/ me!! (Wait am I allowed to call him CK, or is it dad from here on out? There’s so much to learn.)
I’ve just GOT to be honest, I can’t keep it in anymore, I’ve got to let you know what I’ve been living with…..
A COVER THIEF.
Exhibit A: The male side of the bed
Exhibit B: My side of the bed
Let’s observe together. In Exhibit A, we’ve got EXCESSIVE cover… even to the point of being pooled up on the floor. However in Exhibit B, we’ve got a SEVERE cover deficiency. I mean, there might be room for 1 leg, MAX. Especially considering that said cover also has to extend over the large but praised 3rd party that joins us every night in the bed… the pregnancy pillow:
Now, how the pregnancy pillow that’s around Craig’s neck came to live with us is another blog in and of itself. But that’s besides the point. You can now clearly understand why, in Exhibit B, there is a SERIOUS lack in cover.
I’m not exactly sure who the Cover Thief of the family is. There are 2 possibilities. The first, of course, is the husband.
As you can see, by the small patch of eyelids shining through, this guy REALLY likes our cover. BUT, I’m not fully convinced. There’s also another HIGHLY suspicious culprit. The dog.
Cash clearly has a taste for the good life & I’m not convinced that he isn’t sabotaging my sleeping quality in order to take my place once I get out of bed. And even though there isn’t any evidence at this point, he has been known to enjoy sleeping on the, previously mentioned, pooled up excess of cover on the floor.
So, while the jury is still out on these two. There is one thing that’s for sure. Someone in the Kinsley house is in fact
For months i’d been carrying this extra little mini-human in my body & i was FINALLY going to find out if it was accompanied by boy parts or girl parts. After pulling some strings with my nurse practitioner, which of course included a sob story about why i just HAD to find out if it was a girl or boy this week or else the whole world was going to implode, she got me in to see the sonogram technician. Score.
I made sure we left an extra 20 minutes early, just in case. We were @ the metro train stop promptly at @ 2:45 for the one leaving @ 2:47 (thank you Google maps for being awesome), an entire hour before our appointment. For those of you who don’t know us very well, this is an A+ accomplishment for Team Kinsley.
2:47 & no train. 2:54 & no train. No worries… this is why we left 20 mins early, i’m confident.3:00 & no train. Confidence level has dropped about 15%. 3:05 train shows up, see… i knew this was going to go smoothly. Nothing can deflate my excitement. Wait… what is that train doing? It doesn’t go that direction. Oh wait… why is that service guy here with his truck. OH WAIT…WHY IS HE PUTTING UP THOSE ORANGE CONES. Confidence level drops another 25%. We’re ok. We’re still above 50% though.
3:10 & finally a train shows up. Score. We’re good, we’re gonna make it. EXCEPT i didn’t know that there hadn’t been a train going that direction in a SERIOUSLY long time. So we’re stopping every 2 streets & millions upon millions of people are fighting to get on. It’s like the entire Outer Sunset decided that today was the day they’d give public transportation a go. I really wished they would’ve added a little extra carbon to their footprint that day.
But ya know, delays aside, there’s nothing that quite tapers your excitement to find out the sex of your first child then the scene that came next: Mom and daughter get on the train. Daughter looks to be about 4-5 maybe even 6 yrs old. Someone gives them a seat. Daughter sits in mothers lap. Mother lifts up sweatshirt (woah, i know this is san francisco & all but what’s about to happen). Daughter leans back AND BEGINS BREASTFEEDING. If you wouldn’t mind, please go back to the 2nd sentence of this paragraph and read back through, just for dramatic effect. Now, i know sometimes it’s hard to tell a child’s age… but all i know is that if you are old enough to wear flip-flops w/ out the elastic on the back, you are sure as heck too old to be breastfeeding. On a public bus at that. Confidence level drops another 10%.
We finally get to the Forest Hill BART station. We’re sitting at about 50% confidence level. And if i’m being honest i was starting to get pretty sad and pouty. We make our way through the sea of Outer Sunsetters and decide, lets take the stairs… it’ll be quicker than waiting for the elevator w/ all these people. We’ve obviously only been to this station once. We turn the corner…2 flights of steps. NBD… it’ll save us so much time. get to the top & turn next corner…4 flights of steps. And we’re not talking just any steps, we’re talking the huge flights u see in the pictures of the train stations. OMG, i’m already winded. Get to the top & turn next corner… 4 MORE FLIGHTS OF STEPS. I make it up 2 and have to stop. I almost cry. Confidence level drops another 15%.
We get to the next bus stop (yes, after all this we STILL have another bus to get on). It’s 3:35 & we’ve got 10 minutes to get there. I called the dr. office to let them know i might be a bit late & she lets me know that if we don’t make it by 4:00, then we’ll have to reschedule (which i know they don’t have openings for 3 more weeks). Confidence level drops another 20%.
Bus shows up & we jump on. I’m biting my nails and shaking my foot and nervously looking around, i’m sure everybody was like ‘who let the crack head on?’ We’re going and stopping and there’s red lights and green lights and then this little old lady takes about 4 years to get up from her seat and make her way down the stairs AND IT’S 3:50. Confidence level drops 5%. Hurry up sweet old lady, hurry up!! I give craig a ‘can you please pick her up and carry her down the stairs’ look. He pats my leg & kisses my head. Confidence level increases 5%
We finally get there and it’s 3:53. We run to the right building, go up to the 8th floor and of course go the wrong way and have to turn around and run to the other end of the floor. 3:57. WE MADE IT!!!!!!!!!!
We check in and sit down and try to stop breathing so heavily. We made it.
The technician comes and gets us, she’s super sweet and unusually happy. While we’re walking to the exam room & getting settled she lets me know that she was so excited to see me because my nurse told her i was skinny and she just loves doing sonograms on skinny ladies because they’re so easy and clear. I nervously laugh, it’s kind of an awkward conversation & after not seeing a doctor for 10 weeks and everyone telling u how small you are, all of these thoughts and fears of midget babies and not quite measuring up to the rest of the female population start finding their way to the surface. But non-the-less, what woman doesn’t like being called skinny when they’re the biggest they’ve ever been? Thx doc.
As i’m pullin up my shirt, etc, getting my belly ready for inspection she’s like do you guys wanna know what it is if i can tell. And i’m like YES. If u only knew. Yes. She says, just by looking at you, i think it’s a girl. She’s been doing this for 20 years and apparently knows what she’s talking about. Within a minute of the exam starting, sure enough… there was our baby girl!!!! And no midget baby to be found. She was perfectly healthy, her measurements were precise to my due date & she never stopped moving the entire time. At one point she had a leg up past her head and was trying to turn around. The whole thing was absolutely one of the most beautiful things i’ve ever experienced. It was like i finally met this little creature that i’ve been sharing a body with for 5.5 months.
The next morning, we’re laying in bed and i’m bugging craig by reading off every baby name that comes to mind. Cash jumps up on the bed and lays across us, of course b/c he hates it when we talk to each other and he isn’t in the middle. And i thought to myself: 2 boys vs 2 girls….perfect.
…i just don’t know where to begin. seriously, my mind is so blown right now.
i don’t know what it is about pregnancy, but listen… pregnant women love to get naked & take pictures. but this guy… he just took it to a WHOLE other level. seriously, i would love to hear the conversation leading up to this decision… like LOVE to.
i’ll admit, the urge to get naked has not hit me… yet. i guess once you get to a point and you’ve been doin this whole pregnancy thing for so long and you’re as big as a house, you’re like ‘i’m getting naked & i’m gonna make everybody look’. i promise to warn you all, if this happens to me. however, i have been trying to talk Craig into taking a similar portrait… so far we’re a no-go.
this whole pregnancy thing has not been what i expected. definitely not the media portrayal of glowing skin & happiest time of my life. the first 16.5 weeks, i basically thought i was going to die & the words ‘we are adopting the rest of the Kinsley crew’ frequented my mouth on many an occasion. and if you only knew the things i’ve Googled over the past few months. seriously weird stuff.
the other day, i was super upset because it’s been such a stressful hassle getting everything swapped over medically from north carolina to san francisco. i had just gotten off the phone with a very rude receptionist, made myself some yogurt & blueberries & took it back to the couch ONLY to realize i had forgotten the ground flax seed. WHAT?!? this can’t be happening. my world is over. prepare for a full meltdown- tears, snot & chest-heaving included. thankfully, in between his laughter, Craig got up & got me the ground flax seed. crisis not averted, but at least resolved. it was delicious. …BUT SERIOUSLY. who does that? not me… ‘i’m never going to be crazy when i’m pregnant.’ that obviously worked out well for me.
and the worst thing you can do when you’re pregnant is to just start Google-ing things. seriously, b/c you come across some of the most terrifying things… like this for example:
i mean AB-SO-LUTELY terrifying. how do you even recover from something like that? and i wonder why i haven’t been able to sleep lately.
Whole Grain is kicking these days. i keep trying to get Craig to be able to feel it (whole grain), but the kicking always ceases before he gets there. i keep asking Whole Grain to stop playing bongos on my bladder, but then i don’t know it (whole grain) yet… so maybe they’re tap dancing. who knows. it (whole grain) should turn sideways. it’ll be the only time in it’s (whole grain’s) life where it can tap dance or play bongos sideways, or even upside down. sounds like a win-win situation to me.
most of my pants will officially not button. i’m really getting excited to smell johnson & johnson around the house.
i’m walking along… thinking about what bubble tea flavor i’m gonna get & wishing i would’ve checked when the next bus leaves so i’m not stuck at the bus stop with juvenile delinquents trying to sell me drugs & being over enthusiastic about the F-word. (sorry mom & dad, it only happened once. and no big deal b/c i was all alone. craig wasn’t even there, so we’re good)
i take a right onto to Taraval to head up to 46th st to catch the L. so i’m looking around checking everything out, there seems to be a lot of people out and about for a wednesday afternoon. i’m watching this man w/ his son load stuff into their suv & i think to myself ‘i’m really glad Cash isn’t w/ me b/c he would’ve tried to jump in these nice peoples car. then my eyes catch this man in mid fall off of a ladder from the 2nd story-ish across the street. no joke. i kinda don’t really register the situation until his wife yells ‘somebody call 911′ just like in the movies. so, i think to myself… i’m somebody. i’ll call 911. and run across the street w/ the man and his son.
the conversation goes something like this…
911 what is your emergency?
umm… i’d like to report a ladder accident
what type of ladder accident ma’am?
(oh crap, i didn’t realize there were categories of ladder accidents.) a man fell off his ladder (brilliant, i know)
what seems to be the injury?
his head is bleeding. (i’m sure there’s gotta be some other stuff goin on too, this one i’m sure of though.)
is he conscious?
(his eyes are open… but he’s wearing glasses. so…I THINK SO, SHOULDN’T YOU BE ASKING THE ADDRESS??) yes, he’s conscious
what’s the address?
(finally) so-and-so Taraval street (i obviously told her the correct address, which was handily in large numbers right about the archway, but i don’t want them to have any stalkers…)
ok ma’am, i’m going to need to ask you a couple of questions.
(ok. whoa. i didn’t push him or anything, i was just ran across the street and wanted to be a helpful citizen.) alright.
how old is the man?
(great. not only is this poor man having to go to the hospital but now i’m about to offend him b/c i’m for sure going to get his age wrong. rough day) he looks to be in his 50′s or 60′s
how much blood is there?
(seriously? well, it looks like there is a flap of skin hanging on his head. and i’m pregnant and getting kinda nauseous…) there’s a fair amount of blood. (is ‘fair’ even a measurement term?)
is he responding to you?
(well, we’ve never actually interacted… but) sir? he groans a ‘huh’. yes, he’s responsive
i’m going to need you to not move him, but if he goes unconscious, you’ll need to roll him on his side.
(no worries, i don’t plan on touching him. and, excuse me ma’am, if your husband passes out… you’re gonna need to roll him on his side so he doesn’t choke on vomit or anything) he’s already on his side. (phew)
the emergency response team is on their way, i’m going to need you to stay on the line just a bit longer.
ok.
can you tell me in detail what happened?
umm… i was across the street when a man fell of his ladder. so i called 911 (lol, no joke… i really said that. haha)
alright. the medical team should be there shortly can you verify the number you’re calling from?
(i’m really not sure how this is helpful) sure. it’s xxx-xxx-xxxx.
thank you.
oh. i hear them now coming down the street.
alright. yada-yada-yada
i see the ambulance. by this time there’s a crowd. i already prayed for him when i first got there… so i’m just gonna peace out. this is all a little too much excitement for me. i’m feeling pretty awkward at this point… so i just kinda wave to the man and his son and am like ‘good luck’. that’s for real. i said ‘good luck’. i caught my bus & fought back some after-a-traumatic-experience-that-you’ve-remained-calm-during-all-the-emotions-come-out-at-once tears… and went to get some bubble tea.
i have several questions for you. and maybe several observations as well. first off, why don’t you have any curtains or blinds? i can see right into your window… especially at night. i think you’re apartment is not high enough to see the ocean… do you enjoy looking at the traffic while you play you’re keyboard.
i try not to look… but you’re apartment takes up almost the whole floor and you’re always there by the window playing your keyboard when i take my dog out for a walk. sometimes i see you’re wife, or maybe girlfriend, or maybe you’re a single dad, or maybe she’s your housekeeper but she likes to stay late cause i always see her at the computer. BECAUSE YOU HAVE FLOOR TO CEILING WINDOWS WITH NOTHING COVERING THEM. and the computer desk looks onto the street.
i also hear you playing your keyboard almost everyday. is that what you do for a living. if so, you must be good at it b/c i know what we pay for our rent and by the looks of it (because i can easily see 4 rooms of your home), your apartment is 3 times the size of mine. since you’re doing so well, do you need an extra band member? i sing and play the keyboard… i’m learning the guitar. i notice you play your bass quite loudly also, so i’m assuming you don’t need a bass player which is good, b/c i don’t really have an interest in learning it. i would also make an awesome back-up dancer or i could learn to shake one of those egg things if you prefer. that way we could kinda keep it in the 2448 Great Hwy apartment building family, ya know.
i mean, i don’t have anything on my windows… but i live on the 4th floor and nobody can see in. except for one time this guy on a bicycle stopped and started yelling something… i thought maybe he was talking to me but i couldn’t understand him so i just waved. but now i’m thinking maybe he was talking to you, since everyone who passes can see you. was he a friend of yours? if you need the attention, or like people seeing into your life, i could help you come up with a reality show pitch. also, i’m not really sure what genre of music you do… yesterday i thought you were playing that song ‘sweet dreams are made of these…’ but then it quickly took a ‘just beat it…’ turn. the later would go a lot better with my back-up dancing. just a suggestion.
i also wonder if you’re the apartment that every time i walk up the stairs it smells like someone is cooking bacon on the 2nd floor. why do you like bacon so much? and do you burn the incense to get rid of the bacon smell? or is it to cover up the weed smell that comes into our window when it’s open? i’m not knocking your creative process or anything… i just have a lot of questions. or maybe you get hungry after smoking weed so you cook bacon… i think that’s the most logical assumption.
well, we’re going to be gone for the weekend… but i’m sure i’ll see you when we get back.
