A Surprisingly Sane Blog

A year ago I swore I was going to pop like a bloated tick, but that didn’t stop me from agreeing to model *gasp* naked for an artist/photographer.

(Don’t worry, these are, um, sorta’ safe for work… I’m not posting any titty shots.  Sorry.)

The point behind the multiple shoots we did was to portray the pure beauty of nature’s most incredible event- the continuation of humankind.

Considering all the infinite, miniature details that must go absolutely perfectly for a living, breathing human being to form inside a woman’s body, it’s a wonder how life truly continues to move forward.  Only a miracle could make the process of conception, pregnancy, and birth possible… which is one of the main reasons I am a firm believer that somehow, God exists and that He/She must love us dearly.

In a week, my little monster, aka Fang, Peanut, Fat One, Stinker-doodle, Pooper-Doops, Mama’s-Baby-Face, etc… aka April turns one.

How that little girl went from an oddly-shaped bump in my belly to that incredibly beautiful, shiny-haired baby in her daddy’s arms is beyond me.

There are moments when she’s such a pain in the ass I want to scream to James, “Why didn’t you pull out?“.  But in all honesty, I can’t imagine my life without her infectious giggle, precious dimples, and chunky little thighs.

The fact that, somehow, the man I love with all my heart and soul managed to create this insanely adorable human with me is utterly beyond comprehension sometimes.

And he was so proud of that fact that he even posed naked with me.

Apparently, I kick my own ass while I attempt to sleep.

This time I felt when I tried to decapitate myself, and I woke up gasping in pain.  I now have one hell of a still neck.  How on earth do I manage to throw myself so badly out of alignment while I’m supposed to be in the ultimate state of relaxation?

Anyone have a cure for a severe stiff neck?  The heating pack and self massage ain’t doin’ the trick.  I have a feeling chiropractic adjustment would send me screaming in even more agony at this point- I can barely move, let alone have my neck and back cracked like popcorn.

*sniffle*

Current Mood: Alarmed