Farting and dressmaking.

I woke up to the ringing of my Vonage phone and I know my husband was on the other end. He just got off work, and I was trying to wake up. I was awake most of the night trying to find a solution to all the gas build up in my stomach. In short, I was trying, for 5 hours, to burp and fart, so as to make myself feel comfortable enough to get some sleep.

"I sent it already." Those were his chirpy first words. I tried to grasp what he meant by the phrase, while finding a nice position to let my buttocks let out pent up gas. " I sent you a box, with all the patterns for maternity wear and baby clothes and I also threw in a Betty Crocker cook book." My husband is just the sweetest man. He knows I'm bored stiff trying to make sure that this baby grows well inside my uterus, he took the time to find me a hobby.

My sister Paw, has a really expensive sewing machine, because she has this far fetched dream of becoming a well known fashion designer. And all she has done so far is check out the different stitch patterns and run it on a piece of white cloth. Very creative.

Now, I can't wait for the box to arrive. Bill tells me that its really easy to make. I hope that it is.

I never felt so domesticated in my life. I thought I would revolt against it, but now, its fine. Actually, it feels good. Making baby clothes will be something new for me and I think my husband is a great guy to think so much of me and finding solutions to my boredom.

What a great way to start my day - farting and looking forward to a box filled with patterns and lessons on dressmaking. This is such a great combination.