Sure I know my due date is here but I'm not convinced this child wants to come out, I'm convinced that he's completely comfortable in there and has taken up shop - I'm not completely convinced that he hasn't closed my cervix completely so he won't come out.
So I'm sitting her hoping that I go into labor tonight and nothing is happening.
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Monday, August 25, 2008
3 days and some ramblings
Supposedly I have 3 days left, I doubt it though. My daughter got her eviction notice (induction) 5 days after her EDD. I have a feeling little man is going to be the same way.
I need some relief, with the pressure of him being so low and the pain in my hips I can't think of a good reason to keep this normal healthy pregnancy trucking along - lets get labor going and deliver a healthy beautiful baby boy!!! After all I am 39/40 weeks so he's safe and the risk of a NICU stay is minimal.
My poor husband is going to be completely insane if this baby does not come soon - I'm slowly driving him up the walls. Between my crazed rants about stupid stuff and my overly emotional outburst the poor guy probably just needs to head to the bar for a couple of hours, pull up a stool and enjoy a few cold ones. Maybe that will be his "present" for being such a good husband this entire time.
Funny story about me - I'm pretty computer literate (at least I like to think so). I can normally figure anything out that has to do with the computer by following some simple instructions. I've made a play list for this blog and for the life of me I can't figure out how to get the freaking thing posted. Guess I'll have to call hubby's cousin who is awesome with computers to give me "dummy" instructions for posting a play list since obviously the ones that this blog site gave me are to advanced for me :o)
Well hubby is reading our daughter a book "Barney Says" and I just heard him say "Barney says pick your nose" and I know that's not a phrase in that book - I've read it about 30 times this past weekend. Poor guy is so tired from working 10 hour days with an hour commute both was (13 hours from start to finish), then our sweet little girl kept him up until 1:00 am for some unknown reason.
Must go check in on hubby and sweetie pie to see what's happening in the living room. And at 10:40 pm she needs to get her tiny hiney in bed for the night. I'll try bribery if asking does not work, I'll tell her that Dora needs to get some sleep for her Tuesday expedition and since she loves Dora she should fall for it.
I need some relief, with the pressure of him being so low and the pain in my hips I can't think of a good reason to keep this normal healthy pregnancy trucking along - lets get labor going and deliver a healthy beautiful baby boy!!! After all I am 39/40 weeks so he's safe and the risk of a NICU stay is minimal.
My poor husband is going to be completely insane if this baby does not come soon - I'm slowly driving him up the walls. Between my crazed rants about stupid stuff and my overly emotional outburst the poor guy probably just needs to head to the bar for a couple of hours, pull up a stool and enjoy a few cold ones. Maybe that will be his "present" for being such a good husband this entire time.
Funny story about me - I'm pretty computer literate (at least I like to think so). I can normally figure anything out that has to do with the computer by following some simple instructions. I've made a play list for this blog and for the life of me I can't figure out how to get the freaking thing posted. Guess I'll have to call hubby's cousin who is awesome with computers to give me "dummy" instructions for posting a play list since obviously the ones that this blog site gave me are to advanced for me :o)
Well hubby is reading our daughter a book "Barney Says" and I just heard him say "Barney says pick your nose" and I know that's not a phrase in that book - I've read it about 30 times this past weekend. Poor guy is so tired from working 10 hour days with an hour commute both was (13 hours from start to finish), then our sweet little girl kept him up until 1:00 am for some unknown reason.
Must go check in on hubby and sweetie pie to see what's happening in the living room. And at 10:40 pm she needs to get her tiny hiney in bed for the night. I'll try bribery if asking does not work, I'll tell her that Dora needs to get some sleep for her Tuesday expedition and since she loves Dora she should fall for it.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
4 Days and Counting
I have 4 days left until this baby is supposed to be here. I've tried everything natural to get him to come out already and apparently he's nice and comfy in there.
I've gone into panic mode, I know my grandma is keeping my daughter while I'm in the hospital but I've never been away from her more than a day and night. She's my love bug and I'm going to go crazy when I can't cuddle with her before bed or give her a shower and wash her hair. Its the things that I do daily that I'll have trouble not being able to do during my hospital stay. Although I have to admit I am so looking forward to the day I can bend over and shave my legs in the shower without getting winded or looking like I'm super flexible.
My hubby upset his mother the other day and I sorta feel bad but at the same time I don't. In he beginning of this pregnancy he thought I said I wanted her, my grandma and him in the delivery room. I know I said I only wanted him and I - well he ask her to be there. I made him tell her she is not wanted there and we'll call when we are ready for visitors - well that threw her into a childish fit and she hasn't bothered with us all week. Part of me feels guilty for making him tell her she's not wanted there but then part of me feels like she shouldn't assume that is what I wanted. I've said it in front of plenty of people that I want this (our last baby) to be an experience my husband and I have together, I want us to bond with him and our daughter before we get the mounds of unwelcomed visitors that stay for hours on end.
I also don't want anyone at the hospital sitting in the waiting room waiting for a peek at the precious child. I want him and his sister to have a special meeting and I want her to be the first person in our families to meet and see him. Granted my daughter is almost 3 and probably doesn't understand half of what I want or the changes that are going on but still this is what I want and afterall its my body that is going to be distorted and stretched beyond anything for a while, its my body that is going to be doing all the work and its my body that has carried and cared for this baby for the last 40 weeks. I think I have a say in what happens with my newborn child.
Plus since I know people are childish and would ignore all my wishes and wants I've registered as a Private Patient for L & D. Sneaky yeah but you'd have to know my family and my in-laws, the only people in my family that would be able to get through to me is going to be my grandparents since they will have my daughter and its important that I be able to say good night to my sweetheart before she goes to bed - even if I'm in labor I want to say goodnight to her - I've done it every night since the day she was born and I'm not going to miss one night.
I've gone into panic mode, I know my grandma is keeping my daughter while I'm in the hospital but I've never been away from her more than a day and night. She's my love bug and I'm going to go crazy when I can't cuddle with her before bed or give her a shower and wash her hair. Its the things that I do daily that I'll have trouble not being able to do during my hospital stay. Although I have to admit I am so looking forward to the day I can bend over and shave my legs in the shower without getting winded or looking like I'm super flexible.
My hubby upset his mother the other day and I sorta feel bad but at the same time I don't. In he beginning of this pregnancy he thought I said I wanted her, my grandma and him in the delivery room. I know I said I only wanted him and I - well he ask her to be there. I made him tell her she is not wanted there and we'll call when we are ready for visitors - well that threw her into a childish fit and she hasn't bothered with us all week. Part of me feels guilty for making him tell her she's not wanted there but then part of me feels like she shouldn't assume that is what I wanted. I've said it in front of plenty of people that I want this (our last baby) to be an experience my husband and I have together, I want us to bond with him and our daughter before we get the mounds of unwelcomed visitors that stay for hours on end.
I also don't want anyone at the hospital sitting in the waiting room waiting for a peek at the precious child. I want him and his sister to have a special meeting and I want her to be the first person in our families to meet and see him. Granted my daughter is almost 3 and probably doesn't understand half of what I want or the changes that are going on but still this is what I want and afterall its my body that is going to be distorted and stretched beyond anything for a while, its my body that is going to be doing all the work and its my body that has carried and cared for this baby for the last 40 weeks. I think I have a say in what happens with my newborn child.
Plus since I know people are childish and would ignore all my wishes and wants I've registered as a Private Patient for L & D. Sneaky yeah but you'd have to know my family and my in-laws, the only people in my family that would be able to get through to me is going to be my grandparents since they will have my daughter and its important that I be able to say good night to my sweetheart before she goes to bed - even if I'm in labor I want to say goodnight to her - I've done it every night since the day she was born and I'm not going to miss one night.
Thursday, August 14, 2008
Any day - or so they say
Well my OB told me I can have this baby any day now. Sure - I don't feel like he's going to be coming out any time soon. I want to be able to hold my son and smell his head oh and bend over and tie my own shoes without getting winded or feeling like I'm squishing him.
Not much longer - 2 weeks at most :o)
Not much longer - 2 weeks at most :o)
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Things to be thankful for
I remember February 2007 Hubby and I were sitting in the living room with our sweet little girl, she was 15 months old at the time, he said to me "Lets get married", completely shocked at his question I said "sure when". Now we had been engaged for many years - we just realized that one day we'd wake up and pick a date. He looked at me seriously, knowing I wanted a fall wedding and said "April 28th". I just looked at him and knew the wheels were turning in his mind. On April 26th 1998 we started dating, it was also Grandpa C.'s birthday and Grandpa had passed away December 20, 2004.
I agreed and we started making plans. This year we celebrated our first wedding anniversary, there were no presents, celebrations or anything - its not us. We just spent the evening with our daughter thankful that we had an amazing first year of marriage, a beautiful little girl and a baby boy on the way.
I think back to that warm August morning in 1999 and I remember calling him and telling him my mom was gone, I stood there and couldn't tell him where I was, my grandma grabbed the phone rattled off the location and not even an hour later he was by my side and never left it.
He's not a super romantic guy, he doesn't need a special day to tell me he loves me, nothing special to show me he loves me. I feel that in our relationship its the little things that mean the most, when I crawl out of the shower and there is a spider he'll run in and squish it for me then walk out laughing at me. When he takes his day off work and spends it doing dishes and laundry - that's what means the most to me.
One year for Valentines Day he ask me what I wanted, I said hub caps. I had gotten a flat tire several weeks before and lost a hub cap - so after work one day there he was standing beside my car proud of the hub caps he just placed on the car. I love flowers just as much as the next lady but face it on V-day they jack the price up 40% and make a killing off them. I'd rather he not spend money on flowers that are over priced and will die in 7 - 10 days anyhow.
He'll buy me flowers at random times throughout the year, like this year for my birthday he had a dozen beautiful roses sent to me at work. Nothing super special just a variety of colors and sizes and they meant so much.
I agreed and we started making plans. This year we celebrated our first wedding anniversary, there were no presents, celebrations or anything - its not us. We just spent the evening with our daughter thankful that we had an amazing first year of marriage, a beautiful little girl and a baby boy on the way.
I think back to that warm August morning in 1999 and I remember calling him and telling him my mom was gone, I stood there and couldn't tell him where I was, my grandma grabbed the phone rattled off the location and not even an hour later he was by my side and never left it.
He's not a super romantic guy, he doesn't need a special day to tell me he loves me, nothing special to show me he loves me. I feel that in our relationship its the little things that mean the most, when I crawl out of the shower and there is a spider he'll run in and squish it for me then walk out laughing at me. When he takes his day off work and spends it doing dishes and laundry - that's what means the most to me.
One year for Valentines Day he ask me what I wanted, I said hub caps. I had gotten a flat tire several weeks before and lost a hub cap - so after work one day there he was standing beside my car proud of the hub caps he just placed on the car. I love flowers just as much as the next lady but face it on V-day they jack the price up 40% and make a killing off them. I'd rather he not spend money on flowers that are over priced and will die in 7 - 10 days anyhow.
He'll buy me flowers at random times throughout the year, like this year for my birthday he had a dozen beautiful roses sent to me at work. Nothing super special just a variety of colors and sizes and they meant so much.
Saturday, August 9, 2008
Where is my sanity
Since I have about 19 days left (OMG) in this pregnancy my biggest question lately is "where the heck is my sanity", I used to have it, I had patients for little things and not too much bothered me. But wow its gone now!
The other night I left my grandparents house, on my way home I called Hubby, he was at training at the fire department (he's a volunteer) and was just finishing up and getting ready to head home. When one of the guys in the back ground decided to be a jerk and make some sexual comments in a softer voice making it sound like I interrupted them. Me feeling like a beached whale and very self concious right now went off the deep end, there I was driving down a busy road in tears. Thankfully Old Man (honestly that's his nick name) put this guy in his place. I've hit the point where I can't shave my legs without assistance, if I have to tie my shoes I'm SOL if hubby's not home. I get winded walking up the stairs to the bathroom. I'm done - this pregnancy has even limited what I can do at work - if the filing is on the bottom I have trouble doing it.
Hubby called the cable company because we were having trouble with the digital box (or so he said), so I'm wasting my Saturday waiting for them to show up and tell me nothing is wrong. I should be in the basement doing laundry but hubby didn't lug the baskets down there for me, 2 are sitting in my living room and 4 are upstairs. Hubby has a bad habit of folding his dirty laundry and not putting it in the basket so it builds up until he complains that he has no clean socks, underware, pants, ect. Then I have to scramble to get him clean clothes for work. Him doing laudnry is 100% out of the question, he's ruined quite a few white tops because sorting clothes is not important. And how many times do I have to tell that man - DO NOT WASH TOWELS WITH CLOTHES IT LEAVES FUZZIES ON THE CLOTHES!!!! I try to be reasonable and remember that he's a man and men don't always think before they react.
Right now my hubby is at work, he works for a local family owned appliance company as a Sales man, his schedule is completely jacked up, he works until 9:00pm at night and then with the commute he does not get home until 10:00pm. So my 2 year old is standing beside me with her Giggle Alert PJ's on my black crocs and her purple purse on her shoulder saying "I take daddy's old truck to work". She is convinced that daddy needs her help at work so we had to call and leave him a message to see if he needs help, hopefully by the time he calls her back she'll be down for a nap.
As I'm typing I realized that Little Man hasn't been as active this morning as he normally is, so I just leaned back in the chair and he started squirming around - its like he can read my mind and when he moves its him saying "I'm okay mom, just not much room in here".
I went to dinner with a friend the other night, I told her all about my crazed moment on Monday at 2:00am and she just sat there with me laughing. She's single and has no children (one day she'll be an amazing wife and mother) so she has no clue about the hormones of being pregnant, the lack of patients with your older children while pregnant or the way that sometimes your husband can be 110% supportive but other times its only 10%.
I called her last night and told her that my grandma went to the beach for the weekend to take care of finishing purchasing a boat, I was a little peeved that grandma who is going to watch my sweetie when I go into labor decided to drive 3.5 hours to the beach - what if this is the weekend I go into labor. To top it off my in-laws are at the beach too, they've been gone for a week. So I had to make emergency plans for my daughter incase I go early, my friend said she'd watch my sweetie and so did my baby sitter so I have two back-ups just in case.
19 days at most then it should all be over, my sleepless nights will be for different reasons then.
The other night I left my grandparents house, on my way home I called Hubby, he was at training at the fire department (he's a volunteer) and was just finishing up and getting ready to head home. When one of the guys in the back ground decided to be a jerk and make some sexual comments in a softer voice making it sound like I interrupted them. Me feeling like a beached whale and very self concious right now went off the deep end, there I was driving down a busy road in tears. Thankfully Old Man (honestly that's his nick name) put this guy in his place. I've hit the point where I can't shave my legs without assistance, if I have to tie my shoes I'm SOL if hubby's not home. I get winded walking up the stairs to the bathroom. I'm done - this pregnancy has even limited what I can do at work - if the filing is on the bottom I have trouble doing it.
Hubby called the cable company because we were having trouble with the digital box (or so he said), so I'm wasting my Saturday waiting for them to show up and tell me nothing is wrong. I should be in the basement doing laundry but hubby didn't lug the baskets down there for me, 2 are sitting in my living room and 4 are upstairs. Hubby has a bad habit of folding his dirty laundry and not putting it in the basket so it builds up until he complains that he has no clean socks, underware, pants, ect. Then I have to scramble to get him clean clothes for work. Him doing laudnry is 100% out of the question, he's ruined quite a few white tops because sorting clothes is not important. And how many times do I have to tell that man - DO NOT WASH TOWELS WITH CLOTHES IT LEAVES FUZZIES ON THE CLOTHES!!!! I try to be reasonable and remember that he's a man and men don't always think before they react.
Right now my hubby is at work, he works for a local family owned appliance company as a Sales man, his schedule is completely jacked up, he works until 9:00pm at night and then with the commute he does not get home until 10:00pm. So my 2 year old is standing beside me with her Giggle Alert PJ's on my black crocs and her purple purse on her shoulder saying "I take daddy's old truck to work". She is convinced that daddy needs her help at work so we had to call and leave him a message to see if he needs help, hopefully by the time he calls her back she'll be down for a nap.
As I'm typing I realized that Little Man hasn't been as active this morning as he normally is, so I just leaned back in the chair and he started squirming around - its like he can read my mind and when he moves its him saying "I'm okay mom, just not much room in here".
I went to dinner with a friend the other night, I told her all about my crazed moment on Monday at 2:00am and she just sat there with me laughing. She's single and has no children (one day she'll be an amazing wife and mother) so she has no clue about the hormones of being pregnant, the lack of patients with your older children while pregnant or the way that sometimes your husband can be 110% supportive but other times its only 10%.
I called her last night and told her that my grandma went to the beach for the weekend to take care of finishing purchasing a boat, I was a little peeved that grandma who is going to watch my sweetie when I go into labor decided to drive 3.5 hours to the beach - what if this is the weekend I go into labor. To top it off my in-laws are at the beach too, they've been gone for a week. So I had to make emergency plans for my daughter incase I go early, my friend said she'd watch my sweetie and so did my baby sitter so I have two back-ups just in case.
19 days at most then it should all be over, my sleepless nights will be for different reasons then.
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
More crazed ramblings
So I have a bunch of more crazed hormonal ramblings.
I must warn you - I tend to go off the deep end on certain things, I get it honestly, my grandpa has a very short fuse, my mom's fuse was a tad bit longer but still short and good lord my fuse it short too.
So last night my husband said to me "I forgot to give mom & dad's cat his pill", my in-laws are on vacation and dear hubby is cat sitting for them. So at 11:50 pm he heads over to his parents house, I sit down on the couch and figure I'll relax until he comes home then trek up to bed. Well at 1:00am I wake up still on the couch, no hubby!!! So I call his cell phone - no answer, then I give him a few minutes and call back, sometimes he doesn't hear the phone the first time. So this goes on for an hour - I called my in-laws house and the fire house (he's a volunteer fire fighter) and no answer at either place. So my mind starts turning and panic sets in.
At 2:00am after 39 calls (paranoid much) I decide that I'll pack my daughter into the car and go looking for him, after all maybe he fell asleep at my in-laws, maybe he was in an accident (3 blocks from home), maybe he's having an affair!!!!!
So I wake up my sleeping daughter and pack her into the car at 2:00am (because no reasonable mom would leave her 2 year old home alone at 2:00am), and head out looking for my dear hubby, who in my mind had time to have an affair, fall asleep at the in-laws and get into a horrific accident in the 3 blocks from his parents house to ours.
I drive by the in-laws, no hubby and no car, I drive back by our house, no hubby no car, so I drive 7 blocks in the opposite direction to see if he's at the fire house, at this moment I'm telling myself "that SOB better be okay because I'm going to hurt him. As I'm getting ready to turn right into the parking lot out pops the front end of hubby's car!!!! He's leaving a fire call and heading home.
Me hysterical in tears and our daughter half asleep in her car seat, he gives me this super sensitive look but at the same time I can see in his face that "Wow she's lost her freaking mind". I knew deep in my heart that he probably had a fire call but I couldn't convince myself of that.
So I've made up my mind at my 36/27 week check-up next week I need to have a heart-to-heart with my OB and find out why I'm so crazed! Because no reasonable pregnant woman would pack her 2 year old in a car at 2:00am to go looking for her husband who is a volunteer fire fighter.
I must warn you - I tend to go off the deep end on certain things, I get it honestly, my grandpa has a very short fuse, my mom's fuse was a tad bit longer but still short and good lord my fuse it short too.
So last night my husband said to me "I forgot to give mom & dad's cat his pill", my in-laws are on vacation and dear hubby is cat sitting for them. So at 11:50 pm he heads over to his parents house, I sit down on the couch and figure I'll relax until he comes home then trek up to bed. Well at 1:00am I wake up still on the couch, no hubby!!! So I call his cell phone - no answer, then I give him a few minutes and call back, sometimes he doesn't hear the phone the first time. So this goes on for an hour - I called my in-laws house and the fire house (he's a volunteer fire fighter) and no answer at either place. So my mind starts turning and panic sets in.
At 2:00am after 39 calls (paranoid much) I decide that I'll pack my daughter into the car and go looking for him, after all maybe he fell asleep at my in-laws, maybe he was in an accident (3 blocks from home), maybe he's having an affair!!!!!
So I wake up my sleeping daughter and pack her into the car at 2:00am (because no reasonable mom would leave her 2 year old home alone at 2:00am), and head out looking for my dear hubby, who in my mind had time to have an affair, fall asleep at the in-laws and get into a horrific accident in the 3 blocks from his parents house to ours.
I drive by the in-laws, no hubby and no car, I drive back by our house, no hubby no car, so I drive 7 blocks in the opposite direction to see if he's at the fire house, at this moment I'm telling myself "that SOB better be okay because I'm going to hurt him. As I'm getting ready to turn right into the parking lot out pops the front end of hubby's car!!!! He's leaving a fire call and heading home.
Me hysterical in tears and our daughter half asleep in her car seat, he gives me this super sensitive look but at the same time I can see in his face that "Wow she's lost her freaking mind". I knew deep in my heart that he probably had a fire call but I couldn't convince myself of that.
So I've made up my mind at my 36/27 week check-up next week I need to have a heart-to-heart with my OB and find out why I'm so crazed! Because no reasonable pregnant woman would pack her 2 year old in a car at 2:00am to go looking for her husband who is a volunteer fire fighter.
Monday, August 4, 2008
Crazy Hormones
Well I've officially hit that moment in my pregnancy - I am done, I'm ready for labor and delivery and to have this baby already. I've become a crazy hormonal pregnant whale (at least I feel like a whale). My poor husband goes to the fire house to drop off a certificate to a student he taught and I get all wigged out and think the worst. When he's at work I worry about it - I don't know why I am so crazy but I am. I log onto My Space and check out his profile (not that either of us have anything to hide) but just seeing what new stuff he's done and think "maybe he's cheating", all his friends I know except one and she's in a local band - one he probably went to see before we had kids, were married and lived together.
Our poor daughter is a typical 2 year old, active and defiant (but just lately) and I feel like I'm going to lose my mind dealing with her in the evenings. I feel that I spend a good portion of the evening yelling at her to get out of something because when I ask her to get out of what she's in she looks at me like I have 3 different faces.
And don't get me started on the dog - I love her to pieces but I can't stand half the stuff she's doing lately. Granted she's 11 months old but come on - do we need to stand at the back door and bark non-stop even after the door is opened? I correct her repeatedly when she gets into something that she's not supposed to be in or when she decides she wants to stand up to the kitchen table or sink/counter. How many times must I repeat myself in this house!!! I feel like half of my talking at home is a repeat of something I've already said.
This morning the dog had a vet appointment to get her staples removed (she was spayed 2 weeks ago) and when my husband left for the vets office I got this panicked feeling - how am I supposed to get the kid and myself ready and out the door by 7:45am? I felt completely lost without him here this morning.
So here it is after 11:00pm and I'm blogging because my daughter wants to fight me going to bed and I can only ask her so many times to get up and lay down before I blow a gasket and it turns into me yelling at her to get up and lay down. I hate that I can't just ask her something anymore and her do it - its like I have to yell at her and threaten with a time-out, no cookies (or some sweet), no going to Nanny's, no ice cream from the ice cream parlor down the road.
Once again I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes (for different reasons this time) because I'm the "mean mom" for correcting her and then I have this rock feeling in the pit of my stomach because "other mom's are better at this than I am". Geesh I know 19 year olds that have more patients with their children than I have with my 2 1/2 year old (and I'm more than 19). Maybe after evertything calms down after the birth my daughter will go back to being the sweet loving beautiful little girl that she normally is - unless of course I've scared her for life with my uncontroable ranting moments of hormonal craziness.
Our poor daughter is a typical 2 year old, active and defiant (but just lately) and I feel like I'm going to lose my mind dealing with her in the evenings. I feel that I spend a good portion of the evening yelling at her to get out of something because when I ask her to get out of what she's in she looks at me like I have 3 different faces.
And don't get me started on the dog - I love her to pieces but I can't stand half the stuff she's doing lately. Granted she's 11 months old but come on - do we need to stand at the back door and bark non-stop even after the door is opened? I correct her repeatedly when she gets into something that she's not supposed to be in or when she decides she wants to stand up to the kitchen table or sink/counter. How many times must I repeat myself in this house!!! I feel like half of my talking at home is a repeat of something I've already said.
This morning the dog had a vet appointment to get her staples removed (she was spayed 2 weeks ago) and when my husband left for the vets office I got this panicked feeling - how am I supposed to get the kid and myself ready and out the door by 7:45am? I felt completely lost without him here this morning.
So here it is after 11:00pm and I'm blogging because my daughter wants to fight me going to bed and I can only ask her so many times to get up and lay down before I blow a gasket and it turns into me yelling at her to get up and lay down. I hate that I can't just ask her something anymore and her do it - its like I have to yell at her and threaten with a time-out, no cookies (or some sweet), no going to Nanny's, no ice cream from the ice cream parlor down the road.
Once again I'm sitting here with tears in my eyes (for different reasons this time) because I'm the "mean mom" for correcting her and then I have this rock feeling in the pit of my stomach because "other mom's are better at this than I am". Geesh I know 19 year olds that have more patients with their children than I have with my 2 1/2 year old (and I'm more than 19). Maybe after evertything calms down after the birth my daughter will go back to being the sweet loving beautiful little girl that she normally is - unless of course I've scared her for life with my uncontroable ranting moments of hormonal craziness.
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