August 8, 2012

• I'm asking for your patience today.  Today you will get to experience what its like to live with me and want to send your condolences to my boys.

  9:45 my time got a phone call from the ex-"did you know Andie is in labor today?"

  According to my iPhone, we both got the text at 5:29am from Matt.  Ex didn't get it.  I know texting isn't always reliable.  I had texted him about a couple of other things this morning and got minimal responses-couldn't quite figure that out.  Didn't know if he knew what had been going on.

  He doesn't know.  I played it off well.  I want to thank the Academy for giving me this Oscar.  He texted Matt just before he called me and Matt said her water had broken and she will start pushing in the next two hours.  The ex wants me to be there.  When we had our boys, my mom was the only one who showed up at the hospital.  His family didn't come to see the boys until a week later.  He wants to be supportive of Matt.  Again, my imaginary Oscar will sit on my mantle proudly.

  I did go pick up the herbal stuff at Target that helps me sleep.  8 hours of sleep for 3 days-not good.  I wouldn't even trust myself to drive if Mandie and I were all besties right now.  Sam is up and in the shower.  I'll let him know.  I've been pacing the house since I got home and eating Milk Duds.  My whole room smells of lavendar.  I believe in aromatherapy.  I just have to hold on until I know Tristan is okay.  And then I can sleep.

  Of course, Miss-who-cries-her-way-through-Christmas-Lifetime-movies-and-Hallmark-tv-commericals-but-loves-Quentin-Tarantino-movies started crying when talking to the ex.  They are happy tears.  I counted and I have 12 boxes of kleenex in the pantry.

  The people I've gotten to know on my Disneyland on-line group are waiting with me.  Sending me castle pictures to keep me going.

  Oh gawd, I'm going to keep getting mushier and mushier as the day progresses.  I'm hoping by 3pm today I will know baby T is okay.  I still don't know anything about the fluid next to his brain they saw on the sonogram at 4 months.  I'm sweating that out.

  My dearest Tristan:  I have so much to say to you and so much I won't say to you.  But I will say to you that I already love you with all my heart.  I'm so happy you made it this where you were suppose to be.  And forget the drum set I wanted to buy you for your first birthday to drive your parents crazy-I'm going to win the lottery and hire Motley Crue to play for your sixth month birthday.

  And your uncle Sam will play lead guitar and I'll make sure they will.

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