Baby Diary: Week 12

Buck,
Your mother is a rebel.

There are several examples of this, but first I want to tell you that I just used the 'Expectant Mothers' parking at Market Street to go in and buy sushi. For me to eat. 

If that doesn't scream 'Rebel', I don't know what does!

Sushi is on the forbidden foods list, but it was the only thing that sounded good. For your health I had the boring california roll, when I really wanted the sashimi in all it's raw glory. I've also been craving ceviche, one of my favorite raw fish foods of all time.

Here are more examples of your mother's rebel state of being:

-I drive way too fast. And I generally don't care if I get a speeding ticket. I expect to get at least one each year. This year has been a little rough, I've had 3. On the same road. Maybe with the same cop at least twice.

-On cap & gown day Senior year of High School, my girlfriends and I decided to wear our bathing suits underneath our gowns all day long. Then we told people we were naked, and proved it by pulling our gowns WAY up or WAY down and when people realized there wasn't any real clothing there they believed it.

-On that same day, a friend wrote in my yearbook (at my request): 'You are such a rebel!'

-Last time I had the flu, your dad had it and I, being the rebel that I am, drank from his orange juice cup thinking "My immune system is great, I won't get sick!" I think I learned my lesson on that one.

-In elementary school, I wore a sports bra with a net shirt over it and bicycle shorts. It was in style according to my cousins who lived in Tyler, and I knew I looked awesome, but all my friends asked why I was wearing a bathing suit to school. I told them I was going swimming later.

- I once (or twice) helped a friend steal an Orbitz drink (or two) from the gas station across the street from our middle school. It was the drink that had the little floating balls in it that you could practically chew.

-At daycare, I told a younger girl to say a cuss word. When the teacher heard her, she got in trouble and blamed it on me. Clearly I was the instigator, but that didn't give her the right to rat me out! ;)

-In Yearbook class in High School, we used to drive around and 'sell ads'. Which really just meant drive around and listen to music during school hours and get back just in time for the next class.

-For the first time ever, I told a friend I couldn't make it to dinner because I was tired. It was the truth, but normally I would just go anyway and be miserable.

-I will probably wear a mini skirt after age 30.

But being a rebel goes deeper than pushing the envelope sometimes. I'm becoming more distrustful of corporate junk, and I don't think the government or anyone needs to know what my race is on any type of paperwork. In fact, every time I'm confronted with the question of my race, my answer is 'Other'. Because that's the truth and nobody needs to know the color of my skin.

I never thought I'd even entertain the idea of staying home with my child for any amount of time, but even now, when you are only the size of a peach, I can't imagine leaving you, who means everything, somewhere while I go off to work at something that means nothing to me. I think being a rebel even comes out in that we didn't get you right away- we waited almost 5 years. Way longer than most people think is normal.

Being a rebel means pushing the envelope, especially when it comes to what's right and wrong. Not being afraid to do what's best for you. Not being afraid to take risks.

I hope you get the perfect blend of rebel and law-abiding citizen. I just know you will drive well within the speed limit!