Sunday, November 18, 2012
Sunday Song~One for Erik
Well, this is a blog post I never thought I'd be writing...
If you read Erik's blog or Borepatch's, you already know the punchline. This baby has something no other baby of mine has ever had before: a penis. I haven't quite put the diaper on the wrong end like I joked would probably happen, but I have experienced the urge to track down and slap every person who told me boy diapers are easier to change. Two words, people: floppy bits. Girls do not have anything that needs to be picked up and moved to clean underneath.
Not that I am unhappy with a boy. Just a bit in shock still. Erik announced the sex at birth, and even he was surprised. I know the odds are roughly even every single time, but you do not expect tails when you've gotten heads every other coin flip. Human nature, I guess. (Except, y'know, for all the people who figured I had to have a boy now, 'cause I'd run out of girl chances.)
He had to make his mark, too. I was the most pregnant I'd ever been (41w 4d), if only by a few hours, and he was my heaviest baby. One of the things I am always harping on is how unreliable ultrasound estimates of a baby's weight are, and he is the poster child for that. The day before he was born, the tech estimated his weight at 7lb 11oz; he was born 9lb 4oz. And he also was born, according to the midwife, with his hand up by his face. Let me tell you, even without drugs on board, I had no clue there was anything odd about his position when he was coming out. Honestly, until he was weighed, I still believed he was going to be in the vicinity of 7lbs, because he is a shorty.
I did promise music.
One of the singers Erik & I have a bit of a disagreement over is Alan Jackson. Erik places him right up there near King George; my opinion has always been meh at best, and that was before he started in with the tragically dead woman songs. (Which, by the way, are distinctly different from woman-killing songs, which I find far less irksome.) I don't demand deep meaning from my music for the most part, but nor am I terribly fond of novelty songs, and I still can't quite get past the mind-numbing irritation of "Chattahoochie" (by the way, darlin', that song is totally one of the progenitors of the brain-dead redneck party songs we both hate so much).
Today's song, however, is one of the reasons I do understand Erik's fondness for Jackson's music. It's one of his older tunes, a nice old-fashioned country waltz. I was mulling over what song to use for Fünf's entrance music, and for some reason this fits quite well. My life isn't quite what I'd expected, but it is good.