Good News! Today, at least, along with big chunks of yesterday (although, not all) I am feeling pretty good. I can eat and not wish I hadn't. I am tired, but I think that has a good bit to do with dreary cold rainy weather. Yesterday, I even danced around with my kids while we watched Here Comes Science, which was a Swistle Christmas gift recommendation...Thanks Swistle! And tonight, we are ordering Pizza because it is a school fundraiser night and Brother got a coupon for a free confection from the pizza place. I forgot to let him use the coupon for the free confection he got for Halloween and he has never let me forget it. (It was only good for one whole day. Dude. That is kind of a crappy coupon, yes? Order pizza on this one and only holiday, which you are not going to be home for anyway, or your kid will whine for the next 4 months about how he didn't get a chocolate lava cake!) So I am hoping to make it up to him. And make the whining stop. I am only slightly worried that said confection should have nuts somewhere in its composition. Only slightly. I will ask to be sure.
Tomorrow I have an ultrasound, just for the hell of it, I think. I can't figure out why they want to have one now and then one at 20 weeks and then another one near the end, when last time, their policy was very European-healthy-pregnancies-don't-neeeeeeed-any-ultrasounds-blah-blah-blah. I personally like being able to peek and make sure everything looks ok in there, so I am not really complaining.
I really will feel better after tomorrow and we get to see the wee little thing flapping around in there. Maybe it will help make it real in a way that the yuckiness of the first trimester didn't. This just in...Honey called and the schools for miles around are cancelled tomorrow due to cold. Weird, right? Let's just hope they don't close the hospital as well or there will be no peeking.
Thursday, January 7, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
It's...a list!
- I'm making tea. A gingery cinnamon tea that is yummy and helps setting my stomach a bit. For some reason it bothers me that it is considered a 'holiday tea' when the holidays are over.
- December went super fast for me. I'm actually glad.
- Brother asked me just last week when Christmas was coming again. Kids. Go figure. A month of holiday hoop-la just isn't enough for them.
- We have one last holiday holdout get-together this weekend. On the plus side, I don't have to bring any food-type things. On the negative, it will take an hour to drive there. And I have to wrap presents. Blah.
- I swear cold weather makes me sick. I get these violent long lasting shivers, which seem to churn the contents of my stomach and make me want to...well, you know.
- I am wearing new maternity clothes today. I don't need to, but the top is really cute and everyone is wearing tunic-like flowing things, so I don't look out of place. I think.
- Jelly Bean is having potty issues. He has been potty trained for around 9 months with no real problems, but has just now decided that this is for the birds and he will now commence to making me do ungodly amounts of laundry. I bribed him with cookies yesterday. It worked. But now, we are out of cookies.
- Brother is having homework issues. He had to do 20 math problems and write 15 spelling words 3 times each last night. It took him 2.5 hours. A good bit of berating on my part occurred, however, I do not think it extended or shortened the homework time.
- My husband is going on a business trip in February, just in time to throw all my my Valentine's plans in the pooper. Darn job.
- I wouldn't be terribly surprised if he decides to not board the plane to come home if I don't start being nicer to him. But I got him a nice birthday present. And I am hoping that my bad attitude will fade with the first trimester.
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
Husbandry
I have noticed a trend on Facebook where all these women I know say, "I have the best husband in the world!" This makes me wonder.
What did he do? Was it expensive jewelry that caused such a statement? A trip to Jamaica? Or maybe perhaps simply doing the dishes? It does set one to pondering what makes THE BEST husband in the world. By definition, there can only be one best and everyone can't have the best husband in the world. What are her standards? Because, look. I know some of these guys and you couldn't pay me to ride in a car with them, let alone being in a committed relationship with them.
Is he really better than *my* husband, who I think it truly exceptional? My sweet husband who graciously deals with my neuroses and still actually loves my bitching-whining-moaning self? Who will lets me fall asleep at barely 7:45 in the evening (thereby abandoning him to the children at their neediest) after bringing me Tylenol with ice water and filling my humidifier. Who puts lotion on my feet while I whine at him about how he doesn't love me? (Ok, not proud about that.) And is entirely supportive and helpful and hides any resentment that he feels, if he does actually feel resentment? Plus, he does dishes and takes out trash without prompting.
What? You think YOUR husband is better than mine? Well. Frankly, I'm sure you do. While I feel compelled to say "relationships are not in a contest with one another" and "there is no comparing such things, really," arguments spring to my head. Really, a man who is abusive is not as good of a husband as one who is not. But I am sure that somewhere out there, there is someone who would argue with me on that. A husband who has a picture of a bikini clad 18-year-old on his cell phone instead of the beautiful woman he married or their lovely family they made together? Perhaps this is only a demerit to a selection of the population. What about the husband who is never around, but still provides a good life for his family financially? Hallmark tells us he is a worse husband than the husband who is around a lot, but whose family is not as well off. But if taken a step further, is the never-around-rich man a better husband than the always-around-slacker man whose family feels real need?
Anyway, I am just thinking. This is rambling and teetering on judgemental. Unlike my first few years of marriage where I felt my husband walked on water and had no faults to speak of, I can actually name a few now. (Dinner does not always get put away and is occasionally left to rot on the stove. Prompting is usually needed for lawn mowing.) But these are so minimal, really, in my mind. I guess to some people, though, these would be just unforgivable.
It's possible.
What did he do? Was it expensive jewelry that caused such a statement? A trip to Jamaica? Or maybe perhaps simply doing the dishes? It does set one to pondering what makes THE BEST husband in the world. By definition, there can only be one best and everyone can't have the best husband in the world. What are her standards? Because, look. I know some of these guys and you couldn't pay me to ride in a car with them, let alone being in a committed relationship with them.
Is he really better than *my* husband, who I think it truly exceptional? My sweet husband who graciously deals with my neuroses and still actually loves my bitching-whining-moaning self? Who will lets me fall asleep at barely 7:45 in the evening (thereby abandoning him to the children at their neediest) after bringing me Tylenol with ice water and filling my humidifier. Who puts lotion on my feet while I whine at him about how he doesn't love me? (Ok, not proud about that.) And is entirely supportive and helpful and hides any resentment that he feels, if he does actually feel resentment? Plus, he does dishes and takes out trash without prompting.
What? You think YOUR husband is better than mine? Well. Frankly, I'm sure you do. While I feel compelled to say "relationships are not in a contest with one another" and "there is no comparing such things, really," arguments spring to my head. Really, a man who is abusive is not as good of a husband as one who is not. But I am sure that somewhere out there, there is someone who would argue with me on that. A husband who has a picture of a bikini clad 18-year-old on his cell phone instead of the beautiful woman he married or their lovely family they made together? Perhaps this is only a demerit to a selection of the population. What about the husband who is never around, but still provides a good life for his family financially? Hallmark tells us he is a worse husband than the husband who is around a lot, but whose family is not as well off. But if taken a step further, is the never-around-rich man a better husband than the always-around-slacker man whose family feels real need?
Anyway, I am just thinking. This is rambling and teetering on judgemental. Unlike my first few years of marriage where I felt my husband walked on water and had no faults to speak of, I can actually name a few now. (Dinner does not always get put away and is occasionally left to rot on the stove. Prompting is usually needed for lawn mowing.) But these are so minimal, really, in my mind. I guess to some people, though, these would be just unforgivable.
It's possible.
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