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Apparently someone DID miss me! <3 So here’s what’s been going on for the last couple months while I’ve been MIA.
First of all, I’m 32.5 weeks pregnant, meaning my energy level is in the red, and my attitude is even worse. 1 turned 2 and somehow HER energy level tripled in the process (her attitude, however, mirrors mine pretty well). My husband (love you!) is in school EXTRA full time, and took on an almost full time job in addition to that, so he gets home at night just in time to read 2 a bedtime story. I have to say I love the security of the extra paychecks, but I’m having trouble adjusting to not having him here, like, EVER.
I’ve also been in the hospital a few times. The first time (ER) was for chest pain and tachycardia; they found nothing wrong with me (*after doing ZERO tests*) and sent me home. Second time (L&D) was for back pains & a few other nasty pregnancy details; I was found guilty of paranoia and sent home on bed rest as punishment. That lasted a week. Third/fourth time (L&D followed by the ER) was for a cough so bad I started having contractions. Baby was fine, contractions mysteriously wouldn’t show up on the monitor, but I was gross enough to send me to the ER, where after an IV full of fluid, a breathing treatment, and antibiotics, I was sent home with bronchitis and an Rx for more antibiotics. A week later I crawled into a walk-in clinic after continuing to get worse, was told I might have pneumonia, that I can’t take steroids while I’m pregnant so I won’t get better anytime soon, and to go ahead and take codeine so I could sleep. After three weeks of antibiotics, inhalers, codeine and Vicks humidifiers, I started to feel human again. I lost four pounds and my baby doc wasn’t happy. All I really care about now is that I can eat again, I can sleep again, and it’s been a few weeks since I peed my pants from coughing/puking.
There’s been other stuff too. One of my best friends had a miscarriage, and another just lost her grandfather. I’m not the only one with a lot to deal with right now. Seems this year is determined to give us a run for our money… but so far we’re all still standing. I’m hoping to get back in the right frame of mind to rejoin my lovely Twitter community very soon… god knows I need the humor right now… so don’t give up on me! And really, seriously, thanks for caring. You rock… you know who you are :)
5 days until my mother in law gets into town.
9 days until Christmas.
5 +/- weeks until we find out the sex of the baby.
2 months until 1 turns 2 and we celebrate at Disneyland.
3 1/2 months until our 4 year anniversary.
4 months until I’m closer to 30 than 20.
5 1/2 months until I’m a mommy of 2.
1 1/2 years until we move back to Washington.
(I think that’s far enough)
I couldn’t care less if the toilet lid or even seat is left up, but if you finish off the toilet paper and don’t put out a new one, expect me to hide it from you.
I talk to my belly buddy in Australia more often than my grandmother in Michigan, and am just now realizing that’s not right.
Some days, my favorite member of the family is the cat.
I believe this unborn child would be much better off with someone else, but am far too selfish to consider adoption.
I fell in love with my husband on the first date, and believe with all my heart that marrying him after four months was the right thing to do.
Sometimes I think my wedding ring makes me look fat.
I love to shop and try on clothes, but I almost never buy anything I try on.
At this point in my life I find it difficult to sit through anything on TV that’s longer than 30 minutes.
I just decorated our Christmas tree by myself and no one said anything.
I only answer about 5% of the calls I get, whether on the house phone or cell. I will answer any text within seconds as long as I’m awake.
I stated an opinion on Twitter yesterday and lost at last five followers for it; I probably won’t be stating any more opinions anytime soon.
More than anything in the world right now, I want a drink.
I HATE black olives.
I have to go find a drink so I will be able to pee in a cup when I get to the doctor’s office.
Summer does have SOME up-sides…
Never mind. I figured it out. Moment of clarification as 1 was pooping in the corner. Duh!
Apparently I am too stupid to figure out how to add the “reply” option to my posts. Help?
GPOY-getting ready for @tealsies’ birthday party.
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Father’s Day is kinda weird over here. It’s cooler now that we have a kid of our own, so we celebrate in our own little circle. But ever since my thirteenth birthday in 1998, it’s been almost sad, even though my dad is still alive & kicking… I think.
My thirteenth birthday was the day that my dad walked out on us for good, after 25 years of screwing around on my mom. I didn’t stop loving him after that, not even a little bit. But our connection, the “Daddy & little girl” bond we’d always had, died that day. That day I realized I could never look up to him as the perfect man he’d always been in my eyes.
I still love him. Very, very much.
I see my dad every couple months, at best. He lives forty or so minutes away, but never seems to be able to answer the phone, or reply to emails. He’s met his granddaughter maybe half a dozen times. She wouldn’t recognize him if he showed up at our doorstep right now. But as much as our relationship has changed in the last twelve years, we could always count on Father’s Day to at least pretend that everything was still ok. In his OTHER house. With his OTHER family.
Today, he didn’t pick up the phone for anyone.
He told us he’d be in Alabama, on the other side of the country, and wouldn’t be able to visit until sometime after Independence Day. It’s a little longer than we’re used to, but understandable, given his newish job with the DOD. I guess I expected a little too much when I thought I might at least get to talk to him today.
As I’m typing this, my mom looks over and says “tomorrow would have been mine & your dad’s 35th wedding anniversary.” She has no idea what I’m blogging about, or even what a blog is. It’s been twelve years… she’s still keeping count.
The last dozen or so Father’s Days have been a little sad for us. The last two have been better, celebrating with my amazing husband who is the best dad I’ve ever known. But when I reflect on the way things used to be, and the way things are now… I can only hope for my own daughter that she will never understand how torn I feel about the daddy I so looked up to as a little girl.
I love you, @xfr0stx.
And I love my daddy too.