So we found out yesterday that the bambino is a girl. No more calling her it. Below I have posted a prayer written by Tina Fey (no relation she doesn't even pronounce her name correctly) that my old friend Whitney sent me. It pretty much sums up my emotions after finding out we are having a little girl.
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Spent the morning at the doctors, up all night with a cold but the day is looking brighter. The doctors' office scale said I lost 4 pounds from yesterday...I believe they call this in medical terms water weight. In pregger Janelle terms we call this a reason to go to Moose's Tooth for lunch with Staci and indulge in some yummy pizza, hell I may even have the bread sticks too! Then off for a eyebrow wax and some baby shopping. This is the only way I know how to get over a cold since I don't take medicine...retail therapy!
A girl.....how fantastic is that...so, so very happy for you both. Girls are so much fun...and you will be able to relate Janelle...sometimes that's good....sometimes that's bad.....but it's worth it no matter which it is. Loved the poem....kind of catches you by surprise! Take care and get rid of the cold...you have way too much to do now.ReplyDelete
You are going to be such a great mother!!! I am so excited that you're having a girl! Miss ya lady! & congrats!!ReplyDelete
You are so cute pregnant Janelle....just glowing....keep the pics coming.ReplyDelete