5 days late
And I am not pregnant. Why does my stupid body have to play jokes on me? Okay, so maybe I was freaking out just a bit last night thinking about maybe having to deliver a baby with Keith leaving to go to Iraq. Maybe I was also freaking out a bit thinking about how I might end up going the same route I did with Emily and delivering very early. I told myself over and over not to get disappointed, I mean, for God sakes it took 10 years to get pregnant with Em. Why the hell should I think it will happen again? I guess because I really wanted it to and I kind of got my hopes up. It would be nice to have another one but I know the reality is that I probably never will. I keep telling myself I am fine with that, that I am lucky to have in my life what I do. Still there is the selfish part that craves another child and cries over the fact that it won't happen. I can't let that part take control, I have to remember that I am lucky to have Em. I just wish it had all been normal with her, maybe I would have been able to relax and enjoy it more. Maybe that is part of it. Maybe I want to redo it all again and do things the way I want and not what the hospital wanted or I had to do. Whatever the reason is it sucks to have my stupid body playing tricks on me. HAHA God, very funny... stop testing my patience, you know very well that I lack in that department!!
Pardon my absence as I was on my death bed. Okay, maybe not really but it sure felt like it. Please excuse my moaning while I list what was wrong with me. I still have a double ear infection (Fucking meds are not working and I swear to God I am going deaf), double Pink eye, a chest and head cold. Of course since the meds are not working the infection is spreading down into my throat where a big lovely lump has developed. When I called the wonder Naval hospital they informed me that I couldn't be seen until Monday. I then informed him that I was going to consult with an actual doctor about that and not himself since as I stated the Fucking infection was spreading. Do I fucking speak English? I swear to God they should hire Chimps to answer the phones, then maybe shit might be actually taken care of. So yeah, poor fucking me.
Other than being sick, Em being sick, and Em's two year molars coming in there hasn't been much to report on. I was literally in my house for over two weeks laying on the couch. Poor Em has had a major case of cabin fever. Luckily I have been feeling more alive despite not being able to hear and we have ventured out with the living again this week.
So about that Potty Training...Em has been asking about 4 times a day to go potty. We are starting to develop a routine with the whole process so she knows what is expected of her. The biggest problem I have is her not wanting to get off the potty. I think I might get a timer and set it for 2 minutes or so. That way she knows her time is up and we go on to washing her hands. I told ya, the kid is all routine. She has to know that the potty is not a toy, she is to do her business and move on. The timer might actually work, if I can remember to actually buy one! She still pees in her diaper as well. I guess I could put her soley in pull ups but those things are a pain in the ass. I hate having to undress her to put them on!! I guess I am going to have to break down and do it anyway. Someday...
Anyway, that is all for now... Catch ya later.
Pardon my absence as I was on my death bed. Okay, maybe not really but it sure felt like it. Please excuse my moaning while I list what was wrong with me. I still have a double ear infection (Fucking meds are not working and I swear to God I am going deaf), double Pink eye, a chest and head cold. Of course since the meds are not working the infection is spreading down into my throat where a big lovely lump has developed. When I called the wonder Naval hospital they informed me that I couldn't be seen until Monday. I then informed him that I was going to consult with an actual doctor about that and not himself since as I stated the Fucking infection was spreading. Do I fucking speak English? I swear to God they should hire Chimps to answer the phones, then maybe shit might be actually taken care of. So yeah, poor fucking me.
Other than being sick, Em being sick, and Em's two year molars coming in there hasn't been much to report on. I was literally in my house for over two weeks laying on the couch. Poor Em has had a major case of cabin fever. Luckily I have been feeling more alive despite not being able to hear and we have ventured out with the living again this week.
So about that Potty Training...Em has been asking about 4 times a day to go potty. We are starting to develop a routine with the whole process so she knows what is expected of her. The biggest problem I have is her not wanting to get off the potty. I think I might get a timer and set it for 2 minutes or so. That way she knows her time is up and we go on to washing her hands. I told ya, the kid is all routine. She has to know that the potty is not a toy, she is to do her business and move on. The timer might actually work, if I can remember to actually buy one! She still pees in her diaper as well. I guess I could put her soley in pull ups but those things are a pain in the ass. I hate having to undress her to put them on!! I guess I am going to have to break down and do it anyway. Someday...
Anyway, that is all for now... Catch ya later.