Who ME?
You know you're a Mommy when you plan your morning around when the Wiggles are going to be on. First thing I thought of this morning while I was drinking my morning cup of Java was I needed to be back from our morning walk by 9. That way I could put Em in her Booster Seat in my bedroom while she watches the Wiggles and I could shower.... It is amazing to me how much every little thing has to be planned in order to function with a child. I guess that is the part of the whole new mommy thing that takes the longest to adjust to. I remember the days of wanting to go someplace, grabbing my purse and leaving. Not anymore. I have to make sure Em has either had her afternoon nap or go out sometime during the morning.... She has to have been fed... I have to pack a supply with essentials and "the What if's", and there are of course those certain times of the day that you want to avoid because you know your child and you just know if you go out during that time it is going to be hellish, so why bother. You plan your grocery shopping according to what kind of mood your child is in, and if you have forgotten to eat, oh well, the child is ready to go and that is all that really matters.
Speaking of not eating... I have lost a bit more since Keith left, just because I don't bother cooking for myself and just nibble on whatever we have here in the house. On our walk today I actually had a couple of guys beep and me and wave... I was floored. First off, I still think of myself as fat.... Secondly I am not the type of girl to dress up to go out for a walk in the morning. I pushed back my hair tightly in a ponytail and threw on some baggy comfy clothes... I turned around both times to see if there was some young thin chick behind me.... nope....I had to laugh because that has not happened to me in years people.... Anyway one guy that beeped at me was driving a lawn service truck. For a split second I thought to myself that if I would show him my boobs, he might mow my lawn for me... okay, I would never ever do that but I am sick of mowing my lawn people. It is a pain in the ass to have to move Em in the stroller, empty the bag from the mower, move Em back to where I was mowing, move the lawn mower back...ect.... I hate it. I may not be the kind of girl that will dress up to go for walks or work out but I am definitely not the kind of chick that minds getting dirty either. It is getting humid and hot and it is just yicky out there... Blah!
So, anyway, it has taken me well over a year after this pregnancy for my body to completely heal. I soooo want another one though but then these selfish thoughts keep entering my mind like I just got my body half way decent again. (okay, not my tummy but the other parts aren't too bad) I keep asking myself if I want to go through all of that again. Never mind that not a single medical person call tell me what the percentage of me getting preeclampsia again are. Do I want to have another pre-term baby, no of course not.... We were all are lucky with Em's outcome, it could have been a lot worse. Then, there is me. I was not doing too well people. I was in the hospital for over a week. Do I want to gamble all that again? It is a lot to think about but then again I am not on BC so who knows what that really says. Then of course Kari and Lisa are pregnant and once they hit around 20 weeks and I see and hear about everything I will probably change my mind and not want another one! LOL... Never mind the new born stage, that just about killed me. I don't know, it is a lot to think about and of course Keith will be in Iraq soon so it will be on hold anyway.
Well, I better go and watch the Turkey.... she is under the table as I type... I told Keith about her doing that and he said he loved to play in forts when he was a Kid... she is sooo his clone! She might look a lot like me but she sure acts like her father! Ta-ta for now...
Speaking of not eating... I have lost a bit more since Keith left, just because I don't bother cooking for myself and just nibble on whatever we have here in the house. On our walk today I actually had a couple of guys beep and me and wave... I was floored. First off, I still think of myself as fat.... Secondly I am not the type of girl to dress up to go out for a walk in the morning. I pushed back my hair tightly in a ponytail and threw on some baggy comfy clothes... I turned around both times to see if there was some young thin chick behind me.... nope....I had to laugh because that has not happened to me in years people.... Anyway one guy that beeped at me was driving a lawn service truck. For a split second I thought to myself that if I would show him my boobs, he might mow my lawn for me... okay, I would never ever do that but I am sick of mowing my lawn people. It is a pain in the ass to have to move Em in the stroller, empty the bag from the mower, move Em back to where I was mowing, move the lawn mower back...ect.... I hate it. I may not be the kind of girl that will dress up to go for walks or work out but I am definitely not the kind of chick that minds getting dirty either. It is getting humid and hot and it is just yicky out there... Blah!
So, anyway, it has taken me well over a year after this pregnancy for my body to completely heal. I soooo want another one though but then these selfish thoughts keep entering my mind like I just got my body half way decent again. (okay, not my tummy but the other parts aren't too bad) I keep asking myself if I want to go through all of that again. Never mind that not a single medical person call tell me what the percentage of me getting preeclampsia again are. Do I want to have another pre-term baby, no of course not.... We were all are lucky with Em's outcome, it could have been a lot worse. Then, there is me. I was not doing too well people. I was in the hospital for over a week. Do I want to gamble all that again? It is a lot to think about but then again I am not on BC so who knows what that really says. Then of course Kari and Lisa are pregnant and once they hit around 20 weeks and I see and hear about everything I will probably change my mind and not want another one! LOL... Never mind the new born stage, that just about killed me. I don't know, it is a lot to think about and of course Keith will be in Iraq soon so it will be on hold anyway.
Well, I better go and watch the Turkey.... she is under the table as I type... I told Keith about her doing that and he said he loved to play in forts when he was a Kid... she is sooo his clone! She might look a lot like me but she sure acts like her father! Ta-ta for now...