You know...like Stands with a Fist...from that old movie...with Kevin Costner...nevermind...::sigh::...
I sit Indian style at work. Here at my desk. I take my shoes off and sit this way 80% of the day. I have to walk around occasionally, because my feet fall asleep, but my favorite working position is that of “criss-cross apple sauce”, as my Trenton would say. I was sitting this way today at work, reading a particularly long email. In order to see the ridiculous font this person thinks is fancy, I scooted as close to my desk as possible, my baby belly pressing slightly against my desk. This apparently upset the youngest Durbin, and he started wallowing around like a wild person. I found this distracting, so in order to comprehend the email I was trying to decipher, I poked my own belly as way of saying, “Hey, calm down in there!”. Immediately, I was rewarded with a very direct and very intentional jab exactly where I’d just poked. Like this is HIS space. He is merely renting and he had the nerve to kick me back!! Smart ass. If paternity had been an issue before, it certainly wouldn’t be now…
My unborn child is obstinate.
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