Who Me?

Clara woke up feeling awful. That feeling lasted all day, through AP English and Calculus. She didn't want much lunch and finally before she started cheer practice, she threw up. Usually that made her feel better and for a while it did but the sour feeling in her stomach came back right at bedtime. She must be coming down with the flu or have some sort of virus. After forcing down some soup, she went to bed.
The next morning, she woke up early and barely made her way to the bathroom before throwing up what little contents she had in her tummy. Whew! What a way to wake up! Her mom came to the door to ask if she was all right. Clara answered that she would be fine but was probably going to stay home from school and get over this illness.
Her mom agreed and left for the store to get some ginger ale, crackers, Popsicles, and soup. She had seen Clara sick with the flu and knew that it was going to be nasty. She hoped that it came and went quickly. When she got home, Clara was watching day time TV and reclining on the couch. Her mom touched Clara's forehead and it felt cool. Whatever this sickness was, flu was not its name. A thought formed in her mind but surely that could not be correct. She was 17, for Pete's sake! Not her Honor Roll cheerleader who was going to college on full academic scholarship. She pushed the thought from her mind and took care of her baby girl for the rest of the day.
The next morning, Clara had the same thought that her mom had had the day before. But, something like that couldn't happen to her! She was too smart and she had way too much going for her. She couldn't be pregnant!!!! She emptied her stomach and headed to school. On the way, she called her boyfriend, Alex and told him to meet her that afternoon. She could barely concentrate the rest of the day at school. She told her cheer adviser that she had an emergency and left school to meet with Alex. They met and decided to go to the pharmacy and get a pregnancy test. They took the test to his house and carefully read the directions. Clara followed them to the letter. The 15 minutes that they had to wait was agonizing! She cautiously walked into the bathroom and looked at the test. There was no denying, even to her inexperienced eye that she was pregnant!! She felt like she had taken a blow to her stomach and she began to retch on the floor and cry. What were they going to do? She didn't want to get married yet and she knew she couldn't raise a baby all by herself. She felt Alex's arms around her shoulder giving silent comfort to her letting her know that all would be ok. Then, she had a moment of sheer terror!!! What was she going to tell her parents? They would be furious! Would they still love her? Would she still be wanted in their home? What about school and college? Amazing that so many thoughts could fly through her brain in such a short amount of time!! What was she going to do?
To be continued..........

This was 1st posted here and is a fiction telling of a true story!

Transparent Thursday

I confess that I hate yoga! I love working out and sweating! Yoga, no thanks! I do it because it is required in my work out program but I see no reason to twist and move that way. I am flexible so it isn't that but I just don't understand it. Maybe when she tells me to relax, it's the dog licking my face that I don't like!

I confess that I did not miss my kids at the beach this weekend. I enjoyed recharging and connecting with a friend.

I confess that I love count down shows. Top 100 One hit wonders of the 80s? Count me in? Watching 101 Gadgets That Changed the World right now!

I confess that I didn't like being pregnant. The sore boobs, throwing up, nausea, growing body, feeling someone step on my bladder from the inside, weird pains, swollen feet, hot flashes, a belly button that is 4 inches higher than God originally intended......uggghhhhh! No thanks! But I LOVE being a mom!

I confess that I have no bladder control. More like it controls me! 4 kids and massive surgery destroyed it! Watch out when I exercise, travel, jump, or work too long! Can't help it!

I love a rollercoaster! I can't wait to ride 1 tomorrow. I hope that I can still ride them without getting nauseous. So many of my friends say that they can't! I will tough it out so that hubby can't make fun of me!

I confess that I am having a secret love affair with Michael Buble. The secret is from Mr. Buble not my hubs. He knows but Buble is still in the dark!

I confess that I love being married to a geek. Not just any geek but a hot one! He can fix or help me with any computer related problem that I might have!

What are you confessing this week? Come on, share with me! I won't tell anyone!

Mr. Son, Son, Mr. Golden Son....

When I became pregnant with our 1st child, I just knew we were having a boy! I felt certain pressure(self-inflicted) to have a boy since Michael is the last of his line! We are the annoying types that do not find out the sex of the baby! We derive a lot of pleasure from driving the people around us crazy. No one was allowed to buy pink or baby blue! We were startled to hear the words, "It's a girl!" I countered with, "Are you sure?" You could've knocked me over if I weren't already lying down! So the next baby came along, same story! We wanted a boy. BOOM! Another girl! I have to say that I have the sweetest girls to ever walk this planet! But, no boy!

Nine months go by and being that I am as fertile as the Nile River Valley, I got pregnant again. This time we found out! We were having a boy! We showed the ultrasound picture to anyone and everyone who would look! In utero porn, if you will! When he came out, he whimpered a little and then cried and then when they placed him by my head(c-section not some weird Southern tradition), he calmed down and cooed! I was wrapped! In the recovery room, he lay by my side and nursed with perfection. He didn't cry only grunted! He knew and loved his mama! My girls had already gone to the dark side and began to favor their daddy so I was happy to have this little guy!





I grew up in a time when the prevailing school of thought was that boys & girls were not all that different from one another. If you give a boy a doll, he would just as soon play with that as he would a truck or a ball. Hogwash and poppycock! My boy was all boy from the get-go! He loved a ball! He loved his trucks and was fascinated by anything tractor or dirty. He ate bugs off the floor and explored things that my sweet girls would never have thought about! He found areas of my heart that were, as yet, undiscovered! The baby grew and as he did he was full of fat rolls and chubby cheeks!


He has since outgrown the fat rolls and though the cheeks are hanging on, they are slowly fading into a distant memory! He is still holding my heart in his hand! He is a sweet, obedient child! Sure, he has a speech impediment but can read! He can throw and hit a baseball! He captures the hearts of those people who come close enough to breathe in his zest for life and hunger for adventure! 5 years ago today, my chubby cheekers came unexpectedly early into the world! I wouldn't trade 1 moment of his blond haired, blue-eyed childhood for all the vacations in the Caribbean...wait...let me rethink that...No I stand by the original statement!

I love you, Sum! Happy birthday!