Four Full Months

The past 16 weeks have been full of excitement and more like a roller-coaster than I could compare it to. Today is a check-up, but what is amazing is that in four weeks, we will be half-way through this experience. As quick as that seems, it's been like watching paint dry, for me. I know dear husband feels anxiety towards the quickly-approaching date, but it still seems eons away for me. Guess that's because he's not having heartburn daily, round-ligament pain at the most inconvenient times, sleeplessness, stuffy nose, and swollen feet. If it were him, I think he might not be so anxious. I just can't believe that it is one week into July and there are no posts, so that's the main reason for posting today.

How hard could it be?

You're 14 Weeks Pregnant. Your baby measures about 3.2 to 4.1 inches from crown to rump and weighs almost an ounce. The ears are shifting from the neck to the sides of the head, and the neck is getting longer and chin more prominent. Facial features and unique fingerprints are all there. Your baby is beginning to respond to outside stimuli. If your abdomen is poked, the fetus will try to wriggle away. You're probably wearing maternity clothes - or at least looser fitting ones -- now. Your skin and muscles are starting to stretch to accommodate your growing baby and you may be constipated since pregnancy hormones relax the bowel.

Oh the stupid things men say. And I am no exception. In a conversation with some ladies at work, I joked "How hard could it be? People have been doing it for millions of years." Oh the looks I got. I get that look alot when I talk with my wife. Is this a trained skill? Do little girls take classes to know how to do that look? I think the more pregnant my wife gets the more scared I get. I think fathers get more scared then the mothers, but never say that out loud to anyone's mother.

Bills, Rain and Deliveries - Oh My!

Why is it that every time you are waiting for something it seems to take forever. Not to mention the fact that the moment you decide it's safe to go to the bathroom (which I do relentlessly now), is the same moment the phone rings or there is someone at the door? Thought of the day.

In response to my dear husband's post, Thank You love. I also wanted to convey that I love staying home, doing the laundry and taking care of the house. I really wish I could do it all year long. I loved waking up this morning, stumbling into the kitchen to see it spotless. Ahh - warm fuzzies inside.

I am so nervous for when I have to go back to work, pregnant. I know, I know - millions/billions of women have done it - I just can't picture myself doing it and being happy. Unfortunately I have no choice in the matter as I can not afford to not work. If only the lottery gods would shine on me and bring me wealth to pay off all my debts, then I could stay home, or just work a small part time job to pay the revolving bills.

On another note - the rain is killing me - literally! The junk it is stirring up has left me unable to breathe and difficulty performing any other tasks that require brain cells. If I weren't pregnant I would be hopped up on nasal spray, antihistamines and any other pill, spray or injectable that offers relief. As it is, the one thing I bought for nasal relief, doesn't have all it's parts - so back to the store I go. Nevertheless, I forgot the toilet paper yesterday so I would have to go back anyway. Guess my mind is sieve afterall.

Its a one way street.

My wife and I just got into a fight. Seems I don't appreciate all the work she is doing around the house now that she is off school. I do appreciate it. I'm happy that the house is clean, and say thank you when things are done. But seems its not enough. Or at least I don't say it enough, in her mind. But the rest of the year I am expected to have everything perfect, and if I want a little recognition, I had better tell her. So its had sometime. I don't know if is her hormones, or her just being crazy.

I love my wife. And I do poke fun at her on this thing. And half the time I post I can just see her coming and hitting me with a frying pan. But normally she just laughs and takes it all as good humor. But I guess I have been in a low mood, and it has been showing in my posts.

So I am sorry dear. Nothing is ever ment to be mean, or hurtful, but little words can sting. So I am sorry for upsetting you.

The Woman's Perspective

Okay, up until now, I could see the humor in my dear husband's posts - but today - it seems to be going a bit too far. I think he forgets (his mind no where near a steel trap either) the good times. This weekend was an example of one. We had a very relaxed Saturday, as well as an enjoyable Sunday.

What he forgot to mention was that while he was digging up the dirt in the backyard on Saturday, remnants of his patio project, I was in the garage putting together my baker's rack to store my teacher stuff. Then I cleaned that side of the garage. I think he also forgets to post all the housework I have taken on and completed while he is at work all day. The laundry is being done, the dishes being kept up, the kitchen cleaned and the rest of the house "straightened."

So, although he posts about me not being able to do anything, it's far from the truth. I choose what I want to do and what I don't. He just experiences more of the "don't wants" than the wants. I guess he is using the blog to vent into space, rather than laying it on me. I have been journaling as well, to avoid the really nasty things that float in my head from landing on him - which he definitely doesn't deserve.