March 6, 2012 by Heather
Ooooh what to write about today.
It’s one of those days where my mood could go either way, and I’m having to try my hardest to keep it on the positive/content side of things. I could just say screw it, and be in a funk… but that sounds like a lame thing to do.
It’s just not fun spending money to fix a car that I hate to drive anyways.
I am so thankful that we have two cars that work and get us where we need to go, without having a car payment each month. I am also thankful that the repair work is not costing thousands of dollars. I am thankful that the transmissions place has a good selection of magazines for when I go later to get the darn thing worked on. Oh wait I will also have my Titanic book to read. yessssss.
It’s not necessarily fun doing laundry and dishes day in and day out, picking up after a precious man who likes to wear layered pants (boxers, gym shorts, pants) and then take them off all together, so that it is one big intertwined lump of fabric in the laundry basket, waiting for me to reach deep into my soul where I keep my tiny reserve of patience and use it to slowly turn all three of the bottoms right side out and then disconnect them from each other. I love you, honey. I really do.
I have it so easy with this guy, who am I kidding? He is the butter to my toast, the rainbow to my sky, the sunshine of my life. Plus I have been praying for more patience. Nothing like an opportunity to practice it, right? I am thankful for my husband and for our washer and dryer.
It’s not convenient having to pee every 30 minutes. Also not convenient is the fact that I am constantly parched, which only makes the peeing more frequent. As I told my triple-pants lover the other day, as soon as I wipe I’ve got to go again. I’ve been told it will only get worse. I am not lying when I say that wearing an adult diaper has crossed my mind more than once.
I am thankful thankful thankful for this little baby boy growing inside of me. He can sit on my bladder all day and all night long and I will deal with it. Even if that means resorting to adult diapers.
It’s not fun having divorced parents.
This one’s a toughie. I am thankful that I had parents who fought the good fight for 23 years and gave me and my siblings a wonderful childhood full of wonderful memories. I am thankful that they have both found other spouses who are kind and loving and make an effort to be a part of our lives. I am thankful for my Godly, caring parents who love me very much.
It’s not as glamorous and divine as it would seem, this staying at home thing. I feel like I have to provide a detailed list to ol’ 3-pants Andrew of all I managed to accomplish in my day so that I don’t sound like a lazy, non-working and non-income providing mooching wife.
How dare I complain about getting to do what so many women dream about doing. Geez, who do I think I am? I am so thankful for the incredible opportunity to stay at home during this final stretch of my pregnancy, and then to get to stay home and raise our son and breastfeed like there is no tomorrow. I am beyond thankful for a hard-working, supportive, multiple pants-wearing husband who recognizes how important it is for me to stay home and simply be a mother right now. Someone please slap me next time I complain about it.
I can feel it slowly setting in…. writer’s block. Let’s take some calls from the request line. I don’t care who you are, please give me some suggestions about something you’d like to hear about from a hormonal pregnant girl’s perspective. It can be anything, there are no rules. This is a safe space. I love writing everyday but sometimes it is difficult to come up with something besides a giant pile of brain vomit, if you know what I mean. I thank you in advance.
Oh, and HAPPY TOOZDAY. 🙂