Another afternoon spent getting the baby to relax, which got me thinking:
When I first started dating - actually, throughout my relationships with women - there'd be many occasions when something wouldn't quite be comfortable. Now, don't read something naughty in here that isn't there; what I mean is that with past girlfriends, your hands would be entwined in a particular way that the circulation to your fingertips would slowly be strangulated off, or you're sitting next to each other in an awkward way that's straining one of your knee's ligaments, or perhaps you're cuddling in the way they always do in the movies, only in films they don't mention the fact that your arm is slowly falling asleep and her elbow is digging uncomfortably into your spare tire flab, but you don't care, this is awesome, it's you and your girlfriend!
I'm reminded of the above because right now, I'm on the bouncy ball with the baby strapped to my chest with the Ergo, browsing the interwebs. Her beautiful sleeping face is just below my chin so I just have to tilt my head a little to kiss her brow or sniff her hair. And her left zygomatic arch and mandible are digging into my sternum in the most uncomfortable fashion, no matter how much and how gently I've tried to adjust her face's position, and like with those old girlfriends I can't seem to get comfortable. It's a bit tortuous.
But sitting here, listening to her quiet little baby's farts while she slumbers with the boniest part of her head and face pressed into the most sensitive bits of my torso, I wouldn't move her and wake her for the world, I love being here right now with my baby, our baby, our beautiful child, pressed against my heart.
Plus, if she woke up, I wouldn't be able to blog anymore.
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