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.
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