Archive | October 19, 2007

Hormonal much?

By on October 19, 2007 in The Mommy

The dream I can remember from last night (when you wake up twice an hour, you’re lucky to slip into a REM cycle at all) was this:

The doctor was blatantly begging me to have breast implants done while I was giving birth. I was still very pregnant, but he wanted to make sure he had the right kind of implants waiting in the OR. I was like, “No.. I think I’ve got plenty to work with, thank you very much.”

And he said, “But they will sag and you’ll hate them. I can make them so perky you’ll never need to wear a bra under a tank top again.”

Which did make me stop and give pause.

I asked Bryan what he thought (in my dream), and he was all about it. I casually pointed out that most of his exes weren’t that well-endowed.. in fact, I was one of the larger girls in that arena. He said, “Yeah, but that worked for them.”

Needless to say, I pinched him a lot while he slept.

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By on October 19, 2007 in Uncategorized

LOVE IT!! It’s always nice to see the elite having a bit of fun.

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By on October 19, 2007 in Uncategorized

If you live in the area and don’t mind a short drive, this sounds like an AMAZING haunted house.

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The One Where I’m an Awful Stepmom.

By on October 19, 2007 in The Evil Stepmother

As I’ve gotten further and further along in the pregnancy, my energy has taken a severe nosedive.  It’s hit an all-time low this week, since Tony has run out of room and we fight all the time over my abdomen.  He wakes me up no less than twice an hour .. every night .. and I torture him by eating this spiciest food I can lay hands on.  Thus begins our love for eachother.

I’ve been surviving at work (so far) without nodding off, but that’s mostly due to caffeine and water.  I know I’ve still got another six or so weeks to go.  I don’t know how I’m gonna make it. (Not like there’s a choice.)

So here’s the part where I’m awful: I don’t have enough energy to be a great stepmom.  I just don’t.  If we can sit and watch a movie, great; I will not be trekking to any parks, though.  I’m just so unbelievably tired.  Which is NOT fair to The Boy, I know.  He deserves the attention of two parents in the house.  Especially considering this may be the last time in a long time that he’s the ONLY center of attention in the house.

Is it wrong that I’ve been debating buying him a new GameCube game so that he’ll have something to do all weekend?  That won’t involve me?  Yes, it’s wrong.

But why does that idea feel oh so right?

We’ve got stuff planned to do.  Tate Farms, football games, Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs all fill the calendar this weekend.  Even typing that made me tired.

He’s just such a good kid.  He’s thrilled about being a big brother.  It’s pretty cute to hear him talk about Tony; he had to draw a picture of what he thinks Tony will look like in his sibling class, and that baby had BRIGHT red hair and deep blue eyes. (And pasty skin.)

My favorite part: when they toured the nursery at the hospital, The Boy just oohed and awwed over how small the babies were.  He asked, “When do they get to come home?  When they learn to crawl?”

If it were only that easy, kid.

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