I'd like to preface this entry by stating I've worked two 12 hour days back-to-back, along with attending an Incubus concert - to only come home at midnight and work some more. I'm stating this for two obvious reasons: one, so you're aware if this blog post sounds fuzzy or jumps around, you know why... and two, to once again prove my theory that pregnant women can definitely still rock. <3
While attending the Incubus concert, I was full of nostalgia. Dating back to high school and then moving through college, it was like a flash back & flash forward of my "previous life" merging with the current. And then I started wondering... oh dear god, if I have a daughter... will she be just like me? And if I have son, will he be the kind of gentleman I hope to raise? I think this chain reaction of thoughts began because I laid eyes on this...
Mmmhmm. Every girl loves a rocker. Or a bad boy. Or just a super sexy man without his shirt on. So then I mentally started to draft a "Things You Probably Should/Shouldn't Do" to my unborn child.
Dear Daughter...
1) Please be careful with boys. Talking to them, spending time with them, or even riding in the car with them.
Unless they have a Facebook page dedicated to their driving capabilities, and in that case, I really have nothing more to say on the matter.
And just like that, I stopped drafting this letter in my head. Because I realized everything I wanted to tell her she shouldn't do, I've probably done. So maybe I want to have a boy after all?
While attending the Incubus concert, I was full of nostalgia. Dating back to high school and then moving through college, it was like a flash back & flash forward of my "previous life" merging with the current. And then I started wondering... oh dear god, if I have a daughter... will she be just like me? And if I have son, will he be the kind of gentleman I hope to raise? I think this chain reaction of thoughts began because I laid eyes on this...
Mmmhmm. Every girl loves a rocker. Or a bad boy. Or just a super sexy man without his shirt on. So then I mentally started to draft a "Things You Probably Should/Shouldn't Do" to my unborn child.
Dear Daughter...
1) Please be careful with boys. Talking to them, spending time with them, or even riding in the car with them.
Unless they have a Facebook page dedicated to their driving capabilities, and in that case, I really have nothing more to say on the matter.
And just like that, I stopped drafting this letter in my head. Because I realized everything I wanted to tell her she shouldn't do, I've probably done. So maybe I want to have a boy after all?
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