Our son, “Meatball” was born a little over 8 pounds.
My vagina bears the badge of 8 stitches.
The separation between the two halves of my pubic bone is 8mm wide. That doesn’t sound like a lot to me, but the nurse said it was pretty substantial… and a bigger split than when I gave birth to my first son.
Between not being able to walk, nursing around the clock, and swallowing tons of drugs – I’m doubtful of my ability to write insanely funny, heart melting, or mind changing blog posts. Instead, I think you’ll be getting more of a sleep deprived Alice In Wonderland type deal.
In honor of my 8mm split, my posts over the next month will be only 8 lines (or sentences) long. I cannot guarantee that they will make sense… or that I will not forget how to count. I can only say that I love you all too much to leave you hanging.
PS- My apologies to those of you who thought this post would be about the movie, 8mm… or a camera.
PPS- The whole “8 lines” thing doesn’t apply to this particular post… clearly…
PPPS- I am still scarred from looking at my vagina with a mirror.
PPPS- I promise not to write anymore postscripts.
PPPPS- Except for this one – I just wanted to tell you that the Chinese believe the number 8 is lucky. So, there’s that.