Sunday, December 14, 2008

I'm so crafty ...

I made a person!

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Big sister seems to be less than thrilled ....

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Will follow with details soon ~ we had a rough start, but she's strong and healthy despite the 3 week early appearance. She wanted to beat the holiday traffic so she took an earlier flight!
12/12/2008
11:50am
6lb 6oz
19 in
"Mommy's Little CSection Scar"

Wednesday, December 3, 2008

Karma's "Kick Me" Sign

I think the universe has stuck a "Kick Me" sign on my ass, I just can't see it to take the freakin thing off already!

The last few months have just felt like we've been kicked and battered and beaten up on, and there's no end in sight. I'm not sure if it's the pregnancy hormones making the hits hurt more, or if our life is really just at this point and we are really just .... screwed.

  • I'm trying to remember that my husband is healthy, my girl is healthy & that in 26 days we'll have a brand-spanking new girl (who is rumored to be healthy as well).
  • I'm trying to be thankful for the fact that we do have a roof over our head & (if these people will work with me) we have electricity & water & phone service for the next month.
  • I'm trying to remember that there are moms out there who really don't have any groceries in the house ... our pantry may be low, but it's not bare by any means.
  • I'm trying to remember that there are kids who won't be getting anything for Christmas ... Hubs & I are skipping Christmas for ourselves, but our daughters won't go without.
  • I'm trying to remember that eventually this too shall pass ~ but how long will it take to pass?

I know that our lives could be so much worse, infinitely worse ... but that doesn't stop my worrying about the money, how we will survive and how we'll make it to the next payday.

Hubs and I batted the idea of putting the girls in daycare & him going to find a real full time job again ... and then I priced daycare for 2 kids. We may as well take a paycheck and burn it on the front lawn for all the good that would do us. Even if he found a job making the kind of money he used to make (HIGHLY unlikely around here at this point) we would still only walk away with about $600 a month after daycare costs ~ then add in the gas / lunches / dry cleaning / pediatrician and prescription co-pays that we aren't currently paying with him being at home. It wouldn't equal out to enough money to make the stress & hassle of daycare worth it for us.

Oh. And then our second car died & any hopes of second jobs flew out the window. We've had it looked at & SURPRISE!!! The last shop that worked on it didn't fix a key thingy & now the car is worse ... it's seriously cheaper to get a new engine than to have the damn thing repaired.

I'm 9 months pregnant. My spouse & toddler are home bound. I work 40 minutes from the house.

My hand to God, if my water breaks at the office ~ I'm going to wind up killing someone.

Tuesday, December 2, 2008

Setting the date

Next to setting the date for your wedding, there are few days in a woman's life that will thrill them to no end. With the exception of setting the date of your unborn child's eviction. That date ROCKS. There's no special ring, no lavish celebration, no big poofy white dress ~ but hopefully there is a very sweet anesthesiologist in green scrubs willing to shove a large needle into your spine in hopes of relieving you of any and all pain. *AAAAAAH* I love an anesthesiologist! I should have married one of their people ... they get the good drug hookups.

Come to think of it, when we have to push a 6+ pound person out of our vajayjay's ~ why is there no flashy ring, no lavish celebration or a big huge cake waiting to be devoured at the end? There should be confetti & balloons falling from the ceiling with all manner of festivities and fireworks exploding outside our windows. We just birthed A PERSON. An entire little being just ripped through sprung forth from our body thankyouverymuch. Where the hell is our parade & Vanity Fair Oscar party?! The girls who birth those massive 9lb+ kids should get a freakin check from Ed McMahon. God love you ~ that's a freakin Olympic achievement right there.

The moral of this story is that my tiny renter's eviction notice has been announced & she has 28 days to vacate the premises or we're coming in there after her (literally, we're having a c-section - they are going IN to get her!) As of noon on December 29th, I will no longer be pregnant ~ I'll be fat for no good reason with a belly that looks like a half deflated Macy's day balloon ... but the heartburn & vomiting & insulin shots will be GONE!! WOOHOO!!

Oh yeah ~ and we'll have a baby ...

Um, can I opt to keep her in for a few more years? I may not be ready for this yet.
 
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