And remarkably entertaining. Here's how our conversation went yesterday.
Me~"So did Baby Maby sleep last night?"
Her~"Hold on." (unholy gagging sound you make right before you puke. No letters put together in print can make that sound we all have in our heads, so go ahead and pull from personal experience and make your own "gag-almost-a-vomit" sound. Go ahead, I'll wait. Out loud, not just in your head. OK, yeah, that sound.) "Kay. Ummm, yeah, kind of."
Me~(stifled and snorting laughter) "You okay?" (snicker, chortle)
Her~"Hold on." (same sound and then clearing throat) "Yeah, I'm okay." (throat clear) "Sorry, I puked so much last night that my throat flesh was mostly eaten away." (throat clear) "It should grow back though. When my body is done making another body, it'll have more time for me again."
Me~"Oh my hell." (I could have pretended that I said another word, but we all know me by now, so what's the point?) "You know, I had a migraine last night and it made me nauseous and I thought, "Oooohhhhhh. THIS is what BB feels like...but ALL THE TIME. And she can't even TAKE any medicine to make it go away cuz it'll mutant-up the baby~or lay down and know that it'll most likely be better tomorrow, cuz you actually puke in the middle of the night, right? And it's still there when you get up in the morning! So I totally understand...cuz of my migraine."
Her~"Hold on." (sound) "Yeah, thanks." (inner dialogue~Are you freakin' KIDDING ME?! You REALLY THINK that one measly, lame-A MIGRAINE and a dust particle of ' I don't feel so good' is an insight into the CRUEL NIGHTMARE THAT HAS BECOME MY LIFE?! (sound) (angry slit eyes) If only I had the power to make you feel for five minutes what I feel eternally, I could probably paste a smile over my acid washed mouth)~(sound, sound)
Me~"I heard that. I can read inner dialogue."
Me~"I forgive you."
So there you have it. PURE ENTERTAINMENT.
Now, as a side note, that which does not kill us, only makes us...nope, not stronger. Want to kill someone else. (husband)
But BB has chosen the higher ground~to learn from this experience~and is logging it in her travelogue called, "Things that I will change when I become a Goddess and in charge of my own world." All righteous seeking women have this notebook. It has headings like, "Periods, discharge and all manner of OB-GYN issues" as well as, "Arachnids, serpents and things with more than two legs that jump or maneuver at mach speed." Stuff like that, which after thoughtful and fastidious pondering, we've concluded there surely must be a better way. Seems somebody just got tired from all the creating going on as this world was being formed and delegated some really crucial issues to a lesser command (pre-schoolers.) And yes, I'm going to "a lower kingdom" for that assessment.
But since Bitty Boo is already feeling damned, the least I can do is keep her company.