Monday, September 29, 2008

The return of Nolan Ryan

I admit, it was silly of me to think that I would escape this pregnancy without the aid of Nolan Ryan. Nolan Ryan, my tough lovin' friend who really teaches me about pushing through the pain.

I am of course talking about a baseball -- a Nolan Ryan commemorative baseball, with a picture of his face and signature on it.

I am sure you are all wondering why in the sam hell I care so much about a baseball, but my friends, until your midsection is growing at an alarming rate, and sleeping has become a hassle, and carrying around a 30 lb kid is more than you can bear, then you will not know the power of Nolan Ryan.

It all started when I was pregnant with Abe, and I had a horribly painful knot in my back. It was all documented here. Yesterday I started to get the familiar pain again. So, out came Nolan Ryan.

What's even funnier about this, is that I have not even used it since the last pregnancy, and the normal "home" for him is in Ozzie's toybox. Why Ozzie has a baseball in his box of toys is beyond me. Maybe we knew that it would never leave.

Maybe we will name our kid after him -- Nolan Ryan Drlich. Not too bad ...

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