I've taken note that lately I've been seeing a few a posts spring up about the love that the women of the blogosphere have for their husbands. And as I read some of these posts, I thought about how much I really do love my hubby. Although at times, you'll read my posts and think otherwise...I really don't know what I would do without him. Really. Ever since we first got together we've been pretty much inseparable. I love that about him. He's always there in case I need anything...ranging from a shoulder to a cry on ... or an ear to scream into. He picks up the pieces before I even realize that they're broken. And he's always on top of things when I can't hold it together. He takes me somewhere that I had no knowledge of before. He was my first for a lot of things. Not all things. He wasn't my first kiss, or my first boyfriend, but other than those 2, he's my first everything else. And not just my first everything. He's generally my everything. If he left, I would be a shell of the personality that I am right now. Some people might joke that I might be better that way...but people wouldn't like me if he wasn't there to make me a better person. He makes me friendlier, by telling me when I'm being too harsh with someone. He makes me smarter, by challenging me when I'm sure I've got the answers to everything (which in turn makes me go look it up and hey, you learn something new every day). He makes me smile when I should be irate. If it wasn't for him...I'm not sure that I'd be here. There's been some hard times that I don't know if I could have handled on my own. And, he's the one who helped me make this baby that's going to be coming out so soon. I love him and I don't think I tell him enough. Now I can't wait for him to call me on his break.
Flagitious: 1.) Disgracefully or shamefully criminal; grossly wicked; scandalous; -- said of acts, crimes, etc. ;; 2.) Guilty of enormous crimes; corrupt; profligate; -- said of persons. ;; 3.) Characterized by enormous crimes or scandalous vices; as “flagitious times.”
Flagitious is dictionary.com’s word of the day today. And I just found it ironic because of something that I heard today. Kind of a funny story actually. My cousin has been dating this boy (my husband’s cousin, as luck would have it), for a little over a year now. Well. My aunt told her 2 daughters and her daughter’s boyfriend that if all of the doors were locked and they couldn’t get into the house, to try to go through one of the windows. Well today, Jimi (my cousin’s boyfriend, my husband’s cousin) got to the house before everyone got home and he doesn’t have a key. Well, he had to get into the house somehow so he tried all of the doors (all locked). So then, he was trying all of the windows. A woman who
works at a business across the street from my aunt’s house, saw him trying the windows and called the police. Jimi was put in handcuffs and shackles and detained in a police car until they could reach my aunt on her cell phone. Now, this may not seem as funny to you as it does to me, but then I guess that you would have to know my family and Jimi.
I've taken note that I complain too much here. I'm going to stop. Other than Jimi's near-jail incident, little happened today. I did learn something about myself though. You see, I had a breastfeeding class tonight (first baby, thought I'd give it a shot...that is, until I get bit). And I've realized that since I got pregnant, it's quite a bit harder to embarrass me ... or for me to embarrass myself. Talking about nipples and adjusting a doll into the various nursing positions (complete with squishing our boobs into a "breast sandwich") would normally devastate me into climbing under my chair and hiding my face behind my pamphlets.
[ I will admit though that I did turn red and snicker a little bit when the woman pulled out a stuffed boob and pulled a string on the back to show us the difference between a "good" nursing nipple, a flat nipple, and an inverted nipple. ]
Oh, and I almost ran someone over today on my way home from my breastfeeding class. He was walking (in the dark) in a black jacket and I almost didn't see him. Stupid Lucky kid.
So, after about another hour and a half of sitting on the computer...
I was wrong.
I got some sadistic jerk telling me that "Well, we can't do anything for you, because we don't handle vehicle registration, only driver's licensing. Oh, but you could try AAA." Heh. There's a bright idea. Why didn't I think of that?
So, from there I go to Wal-Mart because I have to get a gift for a friend of mine who just had a baby. I got her an outfit consisting of a onesie with a polo collar and a really cute pair of baby jean shorts. The idiot at the counter kept my shorts. So now my mom has to go out of her way on her way home and pick up my shorts from their customer service center. Great.
AND I just missed my show (Notes From the Underbelly) because my sister wanted to watch Bones. Now I'm really irritated and I've been having contractions (not sure if they're Braxton Hicks or not) all day. This is all I need..
On the bright side, I did get 3 books out of the library today and they all look pretty good so I'll have some reading material. =]
Okay, I did have this really stupid post in here a few minutes ago about absolutely nothing. So, I deleted it and decided to start over and write about something with substance. Now, in that post, I'd said that I'd left my camera cord at my house, 180 miles away from where I'm currently staying (my parents' house). Well, I lied. Okay, I didn't lie, I was just wrong. I found my camera cord in the bottomless pit that is my purse. So, now I have photos that were taken today, and at my baby shower, and just at various times throughout the past few months. I'm going to start taking pictures more often. That was the point of bugging my DH for my new camera at Christmastime and now I'm going to use it just like I said I would. So, I was looking through the pictures on my camera, and I thought...Wow. Altogether, these would make a pretty cool "About My Life" post. So, if you feel the need and think that you can stand the boring abyss that is my life, read on =].
Okay, moving on. I grew up in Pennsylvania, in a little town that, again I'm not revealing the name of because I don't want anyone to know
I have an amazing family and I love them. I would do anything for any of them. We're kind of a small unit, but we're close. I only have one sibling, a sister. She's a little nuts, but fantastic to have a laugh with, which I do pretty much every day. We're pretty close, we're only a year and a half apart in age, though I can't really say the same about maturity lol. Depending on what day you see us, I'd have to leave it up to you to decide who was the more mature one. We're pretty much alike and we're told that we look like twins. I disagree. My parents both work very hard. My mom cooks and my dad welds. They've always held full time jobs and taught my sister and I, from an early age, that "Money doesn't grow on trees." You get what you deserve. Work for what you want. Of course, there was the occasional gift that we didn't work for...okay maybe not so occasional but I know now that you have to work to get what you need. =] My parents both joke that they are too young to be grandparents (they are quite young, actually...40 and 36). But they are excited all the same.
Our family pets consist of 2 cats. As you can see from the captions on their pictures, their names are Lilo and Klause. Lilo is a 3 (or so) year old fatcat calico that we found wandering around outside our house before we moved to the outskirts. We moved her in because we felt bad and we were feeding her all of the time anyway. So she got
a free pass in our front door and she pretty much just hung around and made her way into our hearts. I will say she is quite vicious though. She goes storming into my parents' room every morning at 6 or 7, sharp (if she hasn't already been in there sleeping all night, and proceeds to bite them on their noses until they get up and feed her. Klause was also a stray. However, he's more of a wildcat. We got him after we moved to the outskirts. He was only a few weeks old (I think 6?) and he was really really sick. We had recently brought in a kitten that was sick as well (Klause's sister, Sassy.) and she died not long after we brought her in. Klause however, as you can see did not die as a kitten. He is an insane housecat who thinks he's out in the wild...probably Africa or something. He's always tearing around the house after someone some toy or other, or Lilo. I'm pretty certain that he thinks that he's a lion. He's a bit nuts too. He's always trying to get someone and he will come out from underneath of the TV stand, out from behind the couch, or down from the top of the refrigerator to bite your feet when you least expect it.
The rest of my family...well there's not a whole lot to tell. Actually there is, but I wouldn't know where to start anyway. My mom has 5 brothers and sisters. My dad has 2 brothers, and their parents are great. My mom's dad died when I was 6, of a heart attack. I can still remember him though, as strange as that is. One of my mom's sisters died a few years back from cervical cancer. Our whole family was really torn up. She was an amazing person, but we'll never forget her. I used to be really close with my whole family, but we've grown kind of distant. My cousins are growing up and they have their own things going on, and they used to be 2 of my closest friends. Same with my sister. She has a lot more going on, but what sets her apart from the cousins is we get closer every day. I will admit that there's some people in my family that I'm not entirely fond of. But I would never say that I hated them or anything like that. Family is Family, whether you like it or not.
As far as interests go, I like crafts and I'm interested in home decorating...but we're renting our apartment so I really can't do anything serious...but I'm always looking for ways to make the place a little homier.
Now, as for my current situation. I am 35 weeks and 6 days pregnant. I'm staying with my parents because I don't know any of the doctors who work near my new home. So, I'm staying at the 'rents house until I have this baby. Then I'll be going back home. Home is a relative term for me these days, as it doesn't stay rooted in one place. My home is wherever my mom, my dad, my sister, my husband, and soon to be my son are. I'd follow them anywhere.
Well, that's pretty much it. If you think I left anything out that should have been in there, please let me know =]
So, Mother's day was yesterday (you all know this, I'm sure as I've read some of the blogs about it). And I have to say that I definitely look forward to when I can have a Mother's day with my own kid(s). My husband came to see me this weekend (as he does every weekend while we await Nathan), and one of the first things that he said to me was "Happy Mother's Day." Although it was technically Saturday because it was...I believe 3:00 AM when he got here, it was still sweet and he was the only one to actually say that to me. Other than my best friend and my cousin. And when he said it, I thought about it...am I really worthy of a "Happy Mother's Day" greeting?
The women who hear this every Mother's Day are the ones who have tolerated the poop-in-the-tub-toddlers and the screaming babies, or the worst of all, the teenagers who are so sure that they know everything and you know nothing. These are the women who wear their kids' sports pictures on pins like First Place Trophies in the worldwide Parenting Olympics. I was definitely humbled when I thought of all of the things that I didn't do this year to qualify me for that "mother" title. Sure, I've been pregnant and dealing with that, but again, I haven't done any actual parenting to deserve a parenting day title. So in conclusion to that paragraph, hats off to all of the mothers who have brought their children through the past year alive, with at least 25% of your hair still intact. I hope that at this time next year, when we have Nathan raised to almost a year old, I can look back to this post and recognize success equal to what I see on many of the blogs that I read.
Okay, so it's been a while since I posted I know. Where have I been? I don't think anyone really checks this on a daily basis or anything but in case you were wondering. We thought we might have been having some troubles with the babe when I started having contractions at 34 weeks. Well, good news! No dilation, no effacement, no nothing, so that's a good end to a bad night. I had another ultrasound on Tuesday which confirmed that yes, this baby inside me is most definitely a boy. Definitely. So, after hearing that I was a little relieved and less worried about what I was going to do with all of those boy things when I knew this baby was going to come out a girl. Oh, and the ultrasound also told us that my son is breech, and then my doctor told me, based on that ultrasound that there is a good chance that I'll be having a c-section instead of the natural birth that I wanted so badly (seriously..). Now, onto other things.
First, where is shenuts? The Sarcastic Journalist? It's been a couple of weeks since I checked out my reading list and she is just not on her website? I love that blog it always makes my day a little brighter to read something funny and she never fails to fill that. Second, OMSH, is definitely on my favorites from my reading list now. Such good things going on over there. You should definitely check it out. Also, on the subject of other bloggers, I am always looking for new blogs to add to my reading list, so any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. More writing tomorrow. =]
On a lighter note, there are only 7 weeks from today until my due date. Which means, I only have 4-7 more weeks before this little boy comes out =]. I can't wait to be done being pregnant and have my son. I have almost everything done, there's some more stuff that still needs bought. A lot of stuff that still needs bought, actually, but nothing really that expensive. The big expensive stuff is bought and already in my apartment. I still have to get a travel system though. I can't bring him home without a car seat =\. And I still have to buy some things that I'm going to need to pack my hospital bag. 2 weeks from today, I think that I'll probably pack his bag and mine, just to make sure that I'm ready. I'll go out that day and buy all of the stuff that we still need.
My thought for today is: Why are people so stupid when it comes to driving?
Seriously. If you make a wrong move, just because you're being impatient, you could make it so the person in that car behind you or in front of you, doesn't make it home to see their family. Some retard today with out-of-state plates cut me off on a VERY busy road, to the point that I had to come to an almost complete stop, so that she could wedge herself between me and the large SUV in front of me. Ugh. I hate people like that. What kind of officiants do we have handing out driver's licenses?
T-14 hours and all of this baby shower nonsense will be sorted out =]. As I posted before, I'm excited that people have taken the time to organize a baby shower for me and I'm glad that we're taking time out to celebrate Nathan's birth and stuff. But I really think that I'll be happier when I don't have to worry about how many favors we still need to make or what food needs done or what running we need to get through to make sure that everything gets there on time. It's driving me insane. I hate stress. I love planning stuff like this though -- maybe I like this kind of pressure? I like having something that needs done. It keeps me motivated. 14 hours and this will all be done, and I can move onto the next step in the list of getting ready for him to get here =]. Hope everyone else is having a good day. I'll post pictures and all of that fun stuff tomorrow. Hubby is coming in tonight =D
I'm realizing that I have a lot going on. Lots of projects that need done, some that are and some that aren't near completion. The baby shower is near completion. That's my first goal. In 2 days, all of that stress, headache, and all of the problems that go with it will be gone. Then I can relax for the remainder of Saturday. Then it's back to my husband and my apartment on Saturday night, and then up on Sunday morning to start on the nursery. That's my next project. One of my mini-projects this week will most likely be cleaning my house...most likely it's neat, but not clean the way that I like it, so I'll go down there, sort that out and then, as I said, the nursery. Then, my next big project that I'm waiting on finishing is ongoing. Pregnancy. Sometime in between the end of May and the middle of June, Nathan will be here, and that will be one more thing to cross off of my to-do list. Then, the 18 year project of raising my son. Note that all of those projects, are just the ones that I have going on with the boy. I have TONS of mini-projects going on all of the time, and now I'm finally starting to get them coordinated, straightened, and sorted.
Off to do my mini-projects for tonight. Wrapping baby shower gifts, making baby shower favors. And preparations for tomorrow's baby shower preparations. yay. I'll share pictures after things are rolling. Hope everyone is having a pleasant day =]
