Shame, shame, you've had your fun

I momentarily forgot the name of my blog. What's wrong with me? Must be the pregnancy. I'm blaming everything on the pregnancy now. Forgetful? It's the pregnancy. Hungry? It's the baby. Haven't taken out the trash? Sorry, I can't carry heavy loads. Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk!
So, my dad, El Duque, my faithful reader, is disappointed because I haven't written anything in more than a month. I said it's because I can't think of anything to write (But, really, it's the pregnancy). So he gave me two topics to write among myself. I think I'll start today with the easy one.
Hiccups
I get loud hiccups. I mean, really loud hiccups. Really loud hiccups that last for hours. I have learned to make them go away through breathing techniques. Don't ask me how I do it, but it works. It is all in your head, really. I only use this when I am in public, 'cause when I'm at home I don't really care, it makes me laugh. When I was younger, I didn't know how to control my hiccups, so there I went, hiccuping away, and not really caring. Until... UNTIL... one day, an older cousin, who used to visit us every summer, and I went shopping, or rather, she took me along, and I was bored. We were at the mall when suddenly I got the hiccups, and I hadn't realized this could cause shame until she started hiding from me in stores! She didn't want to be seen next to the girl with the unnecessarily loud hiccups! So I did what any rational preteen would do. I followed her around and right after every hiccup, I yelled "Alice, stop it with the hiccups, Alice, have you no shame?", so everyone would think it was her with the hiccups. Ahhh, good times.

Stay tuned for the next topic: The Day I Realized I Was Not Made for Public Speaking.