I love to write. I figure maybe this will be a better way to unload all the stuff in my head, instead of on my BB, which is supposed to be about...you know...babies.
So.. to get started, I'm Jessica. DH is Tim. I have two doggies - Smokey and JoJo. And I am currently 35 weeks pregnant. EEEK! Good grief I'm having so many mixed emotions! This will be our first kid. Her name will be Julie Frances. Not a big fan of the Frances, but... it's after DH's dad who passed almost 3 years ago, so.. I'm good with it. He actually chose her name, I was set on Ashley Ryan or Tiffany Ryan. More to Ashley though. DH is more old -school and offered up some names he liked after we found out it was a girl. He said Julie and I instantly loved it. Forget Ashley! Haha. I'm glad he said Julie and not Julia, because I'm not a big fan of Julia.
So, my emotions.. I'm super excited to have a kid. Especially a little girl since I'm the only girl on my side and there's no girls on DH's side except like a second niece or something. Either way, MIL and my mom don't have any girl grandkids. I have no concerns about being a good mom or about Tim being a good dad. My dogs are so laid back that I'm not concerned about them. But I am concerned what's going to happen when I go back to work. And I am concerned about the lack of bonding going on here. I have been in denial the entire time I've been pregnant. I mean ENTIRE. I had a chemical pregnancy in Sept 2011 and an Ectopic Pregnancy in Jan/Feb 2012. So when I got pregnant in June, I was like..yeah..whatever! But it was in the right place and everything has been good (knock on wood.) Except for my morning sickness. Good grief I have been sick this ENTIRE PREGNANCY. I'm SO ready for her to come out! But am I REALLY ready? HECK NO. But I'm uncomfortable. And I'm tired of my stomach hurting. And my hoo-hah hurts. (That's my grown up word for vagina.) I'm just tired of being miserable. Everyone keeps telling me that I'll be even more miserable with a newborn. Well guess WHAT?? I'll take the newborn! Atleast I'll be able to eat! I'll write more later, I need a nap.
So okay, DH called me yesterday and told me he didn't have school. He sounded fine on the phone. When he got home, he walks in and goes, "Is the internet working?" I said yeah, (I was quite obviously on the computer.) So he sits down, finally gets the internet on his phone to work and starts looking for something. I asked what he was looking for and he says, "A phone number." That was it. For like 20 minutes, he looked for something and finally he tossed his phone onto the other couch, got up and went outside. I was like ooooookay? But I know better than to try to talk to him when he's in his moods, so I just let him go. I picked up his phone to see what it was that was pissing him off - and he's looking for boat repair. I look outside, and sure enough he's messing with the boat.
(Can I just say here, that I'm kind of on the fence about the boat? I mean, yeah it'd be great if he could fix it - I love being on a boat - but we're about to have a baby and I'm not sure how much babies cost but I'd rather have the money ready for her, than throw it into a boat, I mean ....we JUST spent all that money on the huge fish tank.. And honestly, I think he starts talking to someone about it at work and he gets home thinking about it (the boat I mean) and wants to work on it. He hasn't touched the boat in months (of course, it was winter)...but regardless...calm the freak down about the boat and let's concentrate on ONE THING AT A TIME.)
Anyway, he stays out there probably 30 minutes, comes in and asks me where I put the shed key. I just looked at him. I don't even GO in the shed! Much less parade around with the key. So he says it was in his jeans pocket (I do the laundry) and his jeans are no longer on the couch. Well, they were in the bathroom (I think he really really wanted to blame the missing key on me, but HE PUT his pants in the bathroom, not me!) but there was no key in the pockets. So that just pissed him off all over again and he was like Whatever! Nevermind! I'll just clean the f'ing house!
Weeeeellll - his idea of cleaning is to really just throw everything away that's in his way. I folded laundry and he swept...and threw a lot of stuff away. I mean it does look a lot better in here but he never really did calm down. FINALLY, right before bed I'm like... what's going on? He said he couldn't find that number, then the boat made him mad, then he couldn't get in the garage... and then he's all like ...and I know you're pregnant and can't do everything in the house so I decided to help.
HAHAHAHAHAHA. Right. Two weeks to go and he decides to help? More like he decided to "clean" so he could find the shed key. I know that man!