I haven't even had little Bicho and I already feel overwhelmed. Is this a bad sign or what?! I guess it doesn't help that Bicho has been hanging out on my sciatic nerve for the past couple of days. I feel like Mother Nature is playing a cruel joke on me (Mother Nature to me: Oh so you survived the puke-your-guts-up trimester? Lets see how you handle the want-t0-saw-your-leg-off-with-a-butter-knife-sciatic-pain trimester!). When I get the chance to meet the Big Man Upstairs, I'm going to have a long talk about why the woman's body has the sciatic nerve running UNDER the my ever-expanding uterus. Couldn't He have placed it somewhere else? Alas, He did not and here I sit with a bag of frozen peas on my back.
4.23.2009
So You Call Yourself A Mother...
Posted by Our Paper Plates at 1:49 PM 16 comments
Labels: The Burner Bicho
4.19.2009
Baby Bicho and Baseball
Awesome seats behind the pool! I don't think I've ever been that close at a MLB game! For sure Bicho hasn't....
A picture of Bicho enjoying the game (although you can't see her, I'm sure she's enjoying it. She wiggled around quite a bit during the game. I dont think she is much of a D-Backs fan, though. Maybe she's a New York Mets fan like her Grandpa!)
So the next big question is - what do we name her? Right now we call her Bicho -which means bug in Spanish but I'm pretty sure she will be scarred for life if we actually name her that.
Posted by Our Paper Plates at 8:38 AM 7 comments
4.09.2009
Be Thankful for the Ride
Posted by Our Paper Plates at 10:47 AM 3 comments
Labels: Words of a Prophet


