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March 06, 2006

From The Desk Of Patrick

Patrick was sitting at my desk as I started dinner this evening.

"Can I help you?" he asked with his customary politeness.

Since I am cobbling this evening's meal out of leftovers that merely require something in a vegetable and reheating (tacos for Patrick and chicken for Steve and soup for me), the answer was no. However...

"Sure," I said. "Could you write my blog entry for me? Just type in the open box there."

"OK!" he said.

So here it is, exactly as he wrote it, Patrick's first blog entry (which reads like part of a dialogue for obvious reasons):

what ar we having for dinr?

we ar having tokos!

what did i do today?

can you think of 2 thins that  you did today?

we plad hid-and-seek

and we playd whith trans

GOOD-BY LOVE PATRICK

I am nervous about tomorrow's ultrasound. So nervous at times that I feel like I could throw up (but not in a reassuring way.)

I am torn between being convinced that there will be nothing to see or there will be something to see but it will be too small and there will be no heartbeat or there will be something to see but it will be too small and the heartbeat will be slow. One of those three. I flip. I flop. How could it possibly be ok? How could it possibly?

I think I am losing my ineffable cool.   

Comments

oh man, that is so sweet. how precious! a first blog entry...awwww.

p.s. good thoughts for tomorrow. ;)

How brilliant can Patrick possibly be?

And, sending the biggest well-wishes possible for tomorrow's ultrasound. May all be well.

It could be okay because sometimes things actually are. Hard to believe, but I swear it's true. Thinking of you.

All best wishes tomorrow - and all love to you and Patrick!

You may have a genius on your hands... An adorable, polite genius (which is the best possible kind of genius, btw). :)

Hang in there and try to sleep tonight and not throw up. We're all rooting for you!

awesome typing Patrick.

{{{{{{{{HUGS}}}}}} Julia.

Could Patrick *be* any more charming? How cute.

I'll be sending you lots of positive vibes tomorrow.

Big hug to you, Julia. It'll be good. It'll be great.

And your son is SO CUTE. You've got a writer on your hands!

Max always wants to help me cook, too. When he sees me heading for the kitchen in the evening, he grabs one of his little chairs, and calls out as he drags the chair from the playroom, "Help you!? Help you!?"

Oh, honey.

Good luck. I'm nervous for you and I really do hope it's fantastically good news.

I say again: "GROW, EMBRYO, GROW!"

I have an important ultrasound tomorrow too (6w6d, bleeding like a stuck pig, but pregnancy symptoms still hanging around stubbornly) and I am nervous nervous just like you. I'll think good thoughts for you tomorrow.

Love the Patrick blog entry.

Will be thinking good thoughts for you. And, Patrick? You are already blogging the shorts off half the people out there, both in content and spelling.

Breathe. You don't need to be cool, you just need to be.

Girl, you put the cool in coolio. cool whip. coolidge.

I was thinking about you as I whiled away my day in interminable jury duty today and counted on my fingers whether today or tomorrow was the ultrasound. Let's hope for a Scenario 4? Where all is well, right as rain, because, as you so aptly put it, the generals are fucking due. (edited for emphasis).

On a completely different note, Patrick is a peach.

Patrick is just too much. How do you not swallow him whole?

You are still ineffably cool. No question about it. All extremities crossed for tomorrow.

Good luck tomorrow!

Patrick = very clever.

oh my dear sweet Julia, I'd hold your hand tomorrow if I could.....as it stands , I'll just be sitting on my yoga ball awaiting news.

Keeping both you and Awren in my thoughts.

Kel

Oh my god Julia, I am thinking of you. This has to work sooner or later. I'm a pretzel in vote for sooner.

what a smarty pants :-)

I'll be thinking of you tomorrow - hoping for some good news.

Patrick,

I can think of two things I did today.

1. I wished your mommy lots and lots of luck for tomorrow.

2. I smiled with delight to read your first blog entry.

Goodbye,
love Sheridan

I will be crossing my fingers for you and sending all of my maternal vibes your way!
I certainly don't have a use for them at the moment anyway, besides cooing over toddlers in commercials while the bf looks slightly pained...but you would be welcome to them even if I did :).

Lots of good wishes. I know all about that terror, and I'm on my first pregnancy with never a miscarriage (knock on wood). And I still freak out regularly. But as someone said....it could just turn out ok, because some things do. "Rooting" for both of you.

I am sending all the prayers and good thoughts I can muster. I believe with all my heart that this is the one!

Please have Patrick update us tomorrow. I am praying that you will be to excited to sit & give the good news to a bunch of stalkers...errr I mean FANS.

Longtime reader, sending you good thoughts for tomorrow ... and beyond.

I remain a potato. Good luck tomorrow.

I'll be thinking of you tomorrow.
Signed,
another one of your stalkers!

Thinking of you and sending non-regurgitative thoughts.

Just when you need to take some good drugs and knock yourself out, you can't.... I'll be thinking of you and hoping for the best! GOOD LUCK!

Holy crap! Did Patrick really use the dashes in "hid-and-seek"?!

I'll be hoping that your cool returns itself in short order.

Rooting for you. So much. In fact, if I could have one wish, right now, it would be for your pregnancy to stick. Good luck tomorrow. Generally, I reserve my wishes for passing my boards (NCLEX, nursing school), but this would be even better.

Good luck, Julia.

I love your Patrick. Can I keep him? He could keep my P company--and perhaps teach him that the polite thing is to ask if he can help with dinner instead of saying "Mama no cook dinner. Mama come play!" Please? I'll feed him tacos also.

Best of luck tomorrow!

Regardless of the outcome tomorrow, peace be with you. I sincerely hope you are taking some time for yourself through all this too...time to truly acknowledge how difficult your path has been...time to treat yourself well...and time to clear your head. And please remember, pregnancy doesn't define you. You are who you are already. And knowing that is a wonderful thing.

P.S. Loved the blog. There's nothing quite like a kid's perspective to help clarify what's really important in life.

Patrick spells considerably better than many people I know.

Patrick happened. It can be okay tomorrow. And I'm hoping with everything it does.

Breathe deep. I will be thinking about you tomorrow and sending prayers your way.

I am thinking good thoughts for you -- I hope it goes well.

Patrick's offer of help made me think of this study I read about this weekend:

http://abcnews.go.com/GMA/wireStory?id=1681473

Maybe it will distract you for a few moments?

I'd have (hell, I have, in fact) lost my ineffable cool a long time ago.

I think you are intitled to be a little rattled with all that you've been through. Best wishes for tomorrow.

Yes but can he spell "ineffable?" Huh?

Thinking of you today. So so hoping for you.

you underrate yourself. if you're still using words like "ineffable" you are still thriving admirably. will stay up late hoping for results before i head to bed.

I'm hoping really hard for you.

Thinking nicely positive thoughts for you.
Still love that boy of yours - watch out or he make take over the blog completely! Bless him!

Dont blame you for losing your cool. Bloody nerve wracking.

Got all my bits crossed for you.

xx

We seem to be going through this in tandem (have a 2 1/2 year old and a husband with a balanced translocation and am on the 7th pregnancy). I am hoping and praying and wishing that it all comes through for the both of us. (I had a bad 6 week ultrasound - nothing in the gestastional sack, following by 2 weeks of cramping and then three days of bleeding - and then a great ultrasound at 8 weeks, just to put us through the wringer - at 16 weeks now and still crossing the fingers).

Feel free to freak out - sometimes its needed for us to regain the coolness. You are totally entitled. No matter how much we think "it won't bother me" it does eventually get to you - and that means you are human.

Good luck, good luck, good luck. You are my hero.

Patrick amazes and scares me (in a good way). "hid-and-seek"!!!! I have FIFTH GRADERS who don't know how to use hyphens. Brilliant.

I will be sending positive sac-y heartbeat-y thoughts your way all day today.

Thinking wonderful thoughts for you. Julia...we're all thinking WONDERFUL thoughts...

Patrick is awesome. And I'm sure he would tell you that 7 is a Very Good Number. Since today is the 7th, you are already starting off on the right foot.

Wishing you the best.

I wish you the best of luck Julia and will be thinking about you and looking forward to your news.

Thinking of you, & hoping for the best.

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