Random Venting
So, as you can see below we went to go see The Wiggles finally! It was awesome if I do say so myself. When we first got there music was playing and people were still finding their seats. Em didn't get why we were there and after hearing a couple of songs she asked if we could go home. I wasn't getting frustrated with her but the little shit behind me was a different story. I of course HAD to pay 100 bucks to sit in front of the obnoxious pain in the ass kid who can't sit still for two seconds or stop kicking my kids' chair along with begging for popcorn. And to top it all off every time she felt the need to show her mother something she stretched out her arm right in between mine and Em's seat with her finger barely missing my eyeball... Some mothers should just carry duct tape around them, I swear... I have to say I was real proud of Em because for once she stuck up for herself and whipped her head around and told the little beast off. Em yelled at her saying " Stop kicking my chair!", giving the little beast a glare that would make a Marine cringe. That's my girl!!
Anyway, at first some dancers came out in costume and Em enjoyed it but then the Wiggles ran out on stage and Em's eyes BUGGED out of her head!! She screamed at me " Look Mommy, it's the Wiggles!" Hehe!! I swear I had tears in my eyes people!! Just seeing her that happy was all it took... She really enjoyed it. We watched, we sang together, and we dance out in the aisle. I emailed Keith some pictures and told him once he comes back and we have the other kido and we will all have to go together as a family.
I don't know what the deal is but time is just flying by. It seems like just about every day there is something we have to do or have planned. Which is good I guess. If I was in NC right now I know time would be going by much slower. I can't believe Halloween is next week already!
Speaking of next week... guess what? I have my BIG ultrasound to make sure everything is good to go with the baby and of course find out what the gender is. I am still getting crap from friends and family about not telling anyone. People just don't get it. Everyone has different feelings as to why we are not telling. I am not copying my sister who didn't tell the sex of her second baby nor am I copying my sister in law Kari who didn't tell the name of the baby until she was born. We are not telling people to be mean spirited or to rub it in people's faces or to tease people... I just don't think anyone really gets it. It is more than not wanting to tote a bunch of stuff back to NC. Nobody I know of has ever been without their spouse for a long period of time let alone been pregnant and given birth. Keith does not get to see my big o'l belly (and it is big people), he doesn't get to feel the baby move, he doesn't get to wake up at night because I am starving or uncomfy, he won't see his last child be born... HE WON'T BE APART OF ANY OF IT.... So, why is it so hard for people to understand that this is the ONE thing that he can enjoy? The one thing that we can share together? If I take that away from Keith then what does he get to have there? We don't even have the luxury or time to talk about names for this child, can we at least have that? My mother is the ONLY person who has said flat out to me that it is okay, and that Keith and I SHOULD do what we want. I am not saying she likes it either but at least she isn't trying to make me feel guilty about it like others have. Or just come out and say that I am copying other people. Trust me, IF I was going to copy other people I too would have Keith be apart of this experience and be there for our child's birth just like EVERYONE ELSE I KNOW. IF he was here I wouldn't give a shit who knew about the gender or what have you, but for the love of God can we just have this to share without everyone making a big God Damn deal out it? Or better yet... why not copy us and be away from your spouse, your kids for over half year then do it again 18 months later? That way in another 18 months maybe Keith won't have to go again for the third time!
Okay... so feeling a bit better... had to get that out. After all, it's my blog....And my pregnancy hormones are out of whack, I am raising a daughter who misses her Daddy and I swear she has a double case of ADHD, and my husband is in a War Zone... call me cooky, I just don't care to hear people's shit....
Anywho... Speaking of Emily. Don't anyone dare tell her this baby is a boy. She will yell and you and say "No, it's a girwl" It's cute but god help us if this child has a penis. She is getting better with the whole idea of having a baby... the other night she wanted to share her toys with it and she likes to listen to the heart beat on the Doppler. So, we are getting there.
The other day I was dressing Emily and out of the blue she asked me " Does Daddy miss me?". People, for a few seconds time stood still. You know how if you get in a car accident everything seems to go in slow motion? That is the way it was when those words came out of Em's mouth. It took every part of my being to stand there and look her in the eye without bawling and being able to talk confidently. I did a small prayer for that small favor and somehow I managed to answer her in a perky tone. "Yes, Daddy misses you every second of every day". With a big smile on my face. I think God himself was standing there holding my lips forming a smile on face. So, anyway, after telling my friend Frannie this whose husband is a former Marine and was deployed as well she gave some great advise. She suggested that I put a package together for Emily from Keith. Keith can't send anything over here. He does not have access to over 90 percent of the Internet and he works about 14 hours a day. It is next to impossible. So, I talked it over with him and he helped me think of some stuff to stick in a box for her. I ordered a bunch of pictures of just Emily and Daddy and put them in little photo album just for her. She got paper and crayons to draw pictures for Daddy, some candy, and a Strawberry Shortcake doll. Her favorite is the photo album. She looks at the sucker at least 10 times a day and she tells me or who ever else will listen about every single one. Thanks Frannie for the idea, it was awesome!
Besides all of that... everything is fine. I am feeling baby move more and more. I am hungry all the damn time still. Em is doing better in school and really likes her teacher. She is spending one on one time with her other grandparents (Keith's parents), She plays with all her cousins... My parents are dealing with us still in their house and haven't lost their minds yet. I am trying not to be grumpy or have a pity party... I bought an infant car seat and stroller. I said I wouldn't until after Christmas but I saw a floor model on sale for 100 off so it's not like I can pass up that deal... That dark line is starting to come in on my belly, it's ugly. My face is fat and I have multiple chins.... I don't' miss my house but I miss my things... I hate maternity pants. I have been having an addiction to cottage cheese and am dying for some Friendly's purple ice cream, tuna fish with mustard, and more of the chili from the restaurant down the road. What else... Days of our Lives is pissing me off and I haven't been watching it. Jason on GH is in serious need of hair cut. He is my man but damn... it is hard to look at that hair! I HATE that new show on Nick, Yo Gabba Gabba but Em loves it of course and must watch it. Hmmm, I think that is about all for now.
So, I guess I vented enough for now. Now I am hungry and must go feed. My brain can not function anymore without food and Emily is up my ass so I better go... Enjoy my mood...
Anyway, at first some dancers came out in costume and Em enjoyed it but then the Wiggles ran out on stage and Em's eyes BUGGED out of her head!! She screamed at me " Look Mommy, it's the Wiggles!" Hehe!! I swear I had tears in my eyes people!! Just seeing her that happy was all it took... She really enjoyed it. We watched, we sang together, and we dance out in the aisle. I emailed Keith some pictures and told him once he comes back and we have the other kido and we will all have to go together as a family.
I don't know what the deal is but time is just flying by. It seems like just about every day there is something we have to do or have planned. Which is good I guess. If I was in NC right now I know time would be going by much slower. I can't believe Halloween is next week already!
Speaking of next week... guess what? I have my BIG ultrasound to make sure everything is good to go with the baby and of course find out what the gender is. I am still getting crap from friends and family about not telling anyone. People just don't get it. Everyone has different feelings as to why we are not telling. I am not copying my sister who didn't tell the sex of her second baby nor am I copying my sister in law Kari who didn't tell the name of the baby until she was born. We are not telling people to be mean spirited or to rub it in people's faces or to tease people... I just don't think anyone really gets it. It is more than not wanting to tote a bunch of stuff back to NC. Nobody I know of has ever been without their spouse for a long period of time let alone been pregnant and given birth. Keith does not get to see my big o'l belly (and it is big people), he doesn't get to feel the baby move, he doesn't get to wake up at night because I am starving or uncomfy, he won't see his last child be born... HE WON'T BE APART OF ANY OF IT.... So, why is it so hard for people to understand that this is the ONE thing that he can enjoy? The one thing that we can share together? If I take that away from Keith then what does he get to have there? We don't even have the luxury or time to talk about names for this child, can we at least have that? My mother is the ONLY person who has said flat out to me that it is okay, and that Keith and I SHOULD do what we want. I am not saying she likes it either but at least she isn't trying to make me feel guilty about it like others have. Or just come out and say that I am copying other people. Trust me, IF I was going to copy other people I too would have Keith be apart of this experience and be there for our child's birth just like EVERYONE ELSE I KNOW. IF he was here I wouldn't give a shit who knew about the gender or what have you, but for the love of God can we just have this to share without everyone making a big God Damn deal out it? Or better yet... why not copy us and be away from your spouse, your kids for over half year then do it again 18 months later? That way in another 18 months maybe Keith won't have to go again for the third time!
Okay... so feeling a bit better... had to get that out. After all, it's my blog....And my pregnancy hormones are out of whack, I am raising a daughter who misses her Daddy and I swear she has a double case of ADHD, and my husband is in a War Zone... call me cooky, I just don't care to hear people's shit....
Anywho... Speaking of Emily. Don't anyone dare tell her this baby is a boy. She will yell and you and say "No, it's a girwl" It's cute but god help us if this child has a penis. She is getting better with the whole idea of having a baby... the other night she wanted to share her toys with it and she likes to listen to the heart beat on the Doppler. So, we are getting there.
The other day I was dressing Emily and out of the blue she asked me " Does Daddy miss me?". People, for a few seconds time stood still. You know how if you get in a car accident everything seems to go in slow motion? That is the way it was when those words came out of Em's mouth. It took every part of my being to stand there and look her in the eye without bawling and being able to talk confidently. I did a small prayer for that small favor and somehow I managed to answer her in a perky tone. "Yes, Daddy misses you every second of every day". With a big smile on my face. I think God himself was standing there holding my lips forming a smile on face. So, anyway, after telling my friend Frannie this whose husband is a former Marine and was deployed as well she gave some great advise. She suggested that I put a package together for Emily from Keith. Keith can't send anything over here. He does not have access to over 90 percent of the Internet and he works about 14 hours a day. It is next to impossible. So, I talked it over with him and he helped me think of some stuff to stick in a box for her. I ordered a bunch of pictures of just Emily and Daddy and put them in little photo album just for her. She got paper and crayons to draw pictures for Daddy, some candy, and a Strawberry Shortcake doll. Her favorite is the photo album. She looks at the sucker at least 10 times a day and she tells me or who ever else will listen about every single one. Thanks Frannie for the idea, it was awesome!
Besides all of that... everything is fine. I am feeling baby move more and more. I am hungry all the damn time still. Em is doing better in school and really likes her teacher. She is spending one on one time with her other grandparents (Keith's parents), She plays with all her cousins... My parents are dealing with us still in their house and haven't lost their minds yet. I am trying not to be grumpy or have a pity party... I bought an infant car seat and stroller. I said I wouldn't until after Christmas but I saw a floor model on sale for 100 off so it's not like I can pass up that deal... That dark line is starting to come in on my belly, it's ugly. My face is fat and I have multiple chins.... I don't' miss my house but I miss my things... I hate maternity pants. I have been having an addiction to cottage cheese and am dying for some Friendly's purple ice cream, tuna fish with mustard, and more of the chili from the restaurant down the road. What else... Days of our Lives is pissing me off and I haven't been watching it. Jason on GH is in serious need of hair cut. He is my man but damn... it is hard to look at that hair! I HATE that new show on Nick, Yo Gabba Gabba but Em loves it of course and must watch it. Hmmm, I think that is about all for now.
So, I guess I vented enough for now. Now I am hungry and must go feed. My brain can not function anymore without food and Emily is up my ass so I better go... Enjoy my mood...