I’m so sorry. Sleep deprivation is the worst. At least YOU are starting to sleep even though Laine is awake. I wish I could come and take a shift for you. And about the mom who just doesn’t “get it”…some people are seriously so clueless. The fact that she has you to help her and STILL isn’t seeing the big picture is really sad.Michelle
making the decision is the worst. I’m glad Lucy is helping to make it easier for you. I hope it goes easily and without too much heartache Mommajb
at the pink bunny…priceless. :trudat to everything you said about baby stuff…the bottles are everywhere!! We really have to do everything we can to teach our kids. If I can convert my husband then these kids should be easy sells!! Rachel
Lucy’s costume was just adorable – you did a great job
That is really strange about what Lucy said regarding the bottles.
I can’t figure out where they get some of this stuff! At least it wasn’t followed by a big “no” when you reminded her about sharing ‘nursies’ Plaid
I threw out about ¾ of the candy too
DS hasn’t even noticed though
IKWYM with the soreness of trying to co-sleep…when DS does decide to come in with us I can count on being awake from that moment on. Between kicking, poking, and talking (or wanting to be on top of me), there’s absolutely no sleeping!
I think it has been nearly a whole week since I’ve been on here…sorry!! I’m so bad lately. Work is insane, my health sucks the big one, and life happens…no excuse, I miss my mamas
DS just had a total meltdown about 30 minutes ago and then the light bulb went off for me…he was tired. Duh. Seriously, sometimes I need someone to smack me in the forehead. He was freaking out because Dora had a popsicle on TV and when he asked me for one I told him I didn’t have any. He just kept repeating it over and over and over at the top of his lungs. Of course he fell asleep in about 3 minutes once I put him to bed
All I wanted was some darned cuddle time…guess a lady can keep dreaming.
Had a blowout with DH this morning too about stupid stuff. He’s been going to so many “extracurricular” work activities lately (ie World Series games) and staying out super late (ie 3:00 am!!!)…I guess it just finally got the best of me. He came home last night smelling like he drank the whole bar, smoked all the cigarettes in the world (mind you he quit nearly 7 years ago now) and fell asleep for 2 hours before Marty decided to hop in bed with him when my alarm went off. When I came down stairs to get ready, I found a pack of matches from a strip club…I lost my cool
. I am upset with myself for jumping to conclusions. I am upset with myself for freaking out. I’m usually pretty level-headed about this stuff – innocent until proven guilty, well, not this morning. The matches came from the smoke shop who gives them out with purchases (free advertising for the club that’s a couple doors down). He said the game was crazy trying to leave the city since it was after all the World Series and the home team just won. I can understand, but I was so irate, I couldn’t even see straight. He did warn me about coming home late, but I thought that would be like 1 am at the latest…3 was completely unreasonable in my opinion. IDK…I can’t seem to move on, even though I really want to. I told him one of these days I’m going to “call his debt” on all these nights out and weekends away and take off to Fiji for 3 months with nothing but a toothbrush, bathing suit and his credit card. Sad part is, I’m hardly joking!!
I don’t want a pity party, but seriously. He spends the evening being wined and dined in a corporate box watching a great game, staying out all night. He comes and goes as he pleases (sometimes for the whole weekend if it’s an overnight trip) without any second thoughts. Why is the entire responsibility mine by default?? Who made that rule??? He actually was considering going on a golf trip with friends for a week in the beginning of April. He asked me about it and I told him, “I will never tell you no. I’m not your mom and you don’t need to ask me for permission. That said, I am your wife. I am carrying your unborn child. I will be 9 months pregnant at that time, working full time, caring for your toddler, and celebrating my birthday. Still want to go play golf with your buddies?? How do you think that one will pan out?? “ He just kind of stared at me, chuckled, and then went back to what he was doing. I’m really interested to see how this one goes….
On top of all that, I feel like garbage. My OB is finally sending me back to my neurologist (who I haven’t seen since before we conceived Marty) because my migraines are out of control. I’ve been taking all the supplements I researched on here in addition to my prenatals and in addition to trying to avoid all the usual triggers, but I guess my hormones are just more than I can manage. I am actually having aura migraines now in addition to the regular ones. I couldn’t see for more than 45 minutes at work on Tuesday and when the “aura” was gone I had the worst migraine of my whole life. I finally had to leave work (once I could see again) drive to my mom’s (because she only lives 10 minutes away from my job) and sleep for a few hours before I could be well enough to pick up my son and drive home. I was sick as a dog the rest of the night and into the next morning. This is awful. I swear this baby is trying to kill me
Ok, that’s enough doom and gloom for tonight…sorry mamas. I’m just so blue. So grateful to have all of you…you’re my angels in the stormy parts of life