Daddy’s Girl

I was thinking about L_Oman’s suggestion for a post about “interesting” people in the malls but unless I can make it non-bitchy, it will have to wait until after Ramadan (that is, if I understood the adjective “interesting” correctly). And for now this must do ;)
I haven’t updated for a while, because, as I wrote, I was unable to think clearly. The day after Husband left to see his family (urgent affair) Aidiya aka Daddy’s Girl decided to ruin all my plans for a nice, relaxed and pampered week and thrust her bum into my right ribs. It was painful. So painful that it woke me up in the middle of the night gasping with pain for breath, unable to move and therefore convinced that at least one of my ribs was broken. It was not but it’s definitely been bent. And so, for the next three days I’ve been in a state of agony, could only sleep on my left side, not breathing deeply which made me feel like I had a mild asthma attack and generally not able to do anything as any effort needs oxygen I was unable to supply to my lungs. So no gym, no swimming, no massage, no shopping, no seeing friends. It was fun. And, of course, two days before Husband return she gets off of my (badly bruised by now) ribs, giving me time to recover and making me look like a crazy pregnant woman who complains about nothing. Conspiracy, I tell you.
Daddy’s Girl communicates with her Daddy. It usually goes like this:
“Baby, are you sleeping? Are you? Give Mama a kick. Come on, give mama a kick”
Death stare from “Mama” who is NOT amused.
WHAM!
“Oooooooh, good girl! Come on, one more!”
More death stares followed by a fantasy of boarding a plane to Bahamas straight from the hospital leaving the two of them to fend for themselves.
WHOOP!
More delighted cooing from Daddy. I can’t wait to see if he’s going to coo like that over a poopy diaper in the middle of the night.
Of course, I’ll be there. I’m not going to Bahamas. I love them both to death, for some reason…