I often sit and wonder what exactly it is that Life thinks I need to learn that I haven't yet or what it is that Karma is paying me back for. Especially, with days like today and yesterday.
Yesterday, we had a big snow storm and I had six appointments I had to get to. I succeeded in getting to all of my appointments on time and finishing up those errands but in between the last two appointments my fiance and I were hungry so we stopped at a local grocery store to get some sushi for something to eat, as we hadn't really had much to eat at all that day. On our way into the store, there was a lot of snow and slush because of the storm and the floor was made of a very slippery tile. The grocery store didn't have any of their mats or rugs down at all, anywhere, so with the added water from our shoes the tile was VERY slippery and we both actually slid a bit just walking into the store.
I made my way slowly to the restroom, across all of this slippery wet tile, only to find the bathroom had the same tiles and there were still no mats down. Being 7 months pregnant my urge to relieve my bladder was strong so I pressed on despite having to baby step the entire way there and through the bathroom.
After using the facilities I began to make my way out of the bathroom only to slip in the water that had been tracked in on shoes and I slid a little before my feet went out from under me and I landed hard on my left side.
I already have back issues and am pregnant and this was just icing on the cake for a long and exhausting day. I made my way out of the bathroom to find my fiance waiting for me at the end of the hall. I explained to him what happened and he helped me walk to the sushi area and was watching me intently, asking if I was okay. I had no idea if I was and told him so. We picked out our food, paid for it and I decided I at least needed to inform them of the slippery wet tiles so no one else fell like I did.
The store manager was very nice about it all but he didn't even take my name down. He also asked if I was okay and I told him I didn't know. He said he would take care of the issue so no one else fell and we then left.
Halfway to my last appointment which was only a 10 minute drive from the store I decided to call the store manager so he could at least take down my name. It was only then that he offered for me to come back and fill out an accident report. I did so after my chiropractor appointment and asked that someone call me back from there department that handles these situations.
They called today during my sister's appointment so I set it up for them to call me back sometime tomorrow. I really am at a loss as to what to do about all of this. I have serious back pain issues as it is for lots of different reasons that I won't bore you with but that pain is always located on the low right portion of my back. This new pain from the fall is all on the left side. And boy does it hurt. I have throbbing and stiffness in my left low back, left hip and thigh and left upper shoulder. I also have some soreness in my low abdomen.
My OB, whom I saw today, said my belly would be stiff and sore for a couple of days because I did fall and jostle everything and she told me a few things I should watch for just to be on the safe side and what to do if they did occur. So far, I haven't had any of those issues and I hope I don't. I don't want to have this baby prematurely just because of a stupid wet floor that had no mats/rugs or even signs up!
Then, finally making my way home after my sister's and my appointments today, my fiance sends me a text telling me he is having severe chest and arm and neck pain. I had no idea what to do since it wasn't letting up at all after I got home to him and gave him some Tylenol so off to the ER we went.
After spending FIVE HOURS in an ER that was barely busy because they had to run every test under the sun they could find related to all of his symptoms he was diagnosed with panic attacks, given a prescription and sent home with instructions to see his regular doctor sometime in the next week.
I am literally exhausted beyond exhaustion. I am tired and sore and in pain and cranky and all of those other things associated with being seven months pregnant and not getting enough sleep and having to deal with all of these difficult and stress inducing issues.
Don't get me wrong, I'm glad my fiance is okay and it's nothing serious but five hours is just too damn long considering there were barely any other patients in the ER last night.
It's not the family's fault this time but it's just another one of those little things. I almost wanted to say, "Oh don't worry, I didn't need any downtime or rest after my long last two days. I could spend another five hours in this hospital if you really wanted me to." LOL Not!
Friday, March 8, 2013
Try As I May, I'm Just Not Blessed With Superpowers
You've all been there, I'm sure, those days where you feel like you're expected to be "supermom". Unless you're blessed with one of those significant others (SO) who is more than willing day in and day out to help you around the house and with your little ones (LO) no matter what the situation may be, then you've been in my current set of shoes.
He huffs and puffs and then gets up to do what I've asked because I'm so worn out or have nine other balls in the air at that moment OR he starts an argument about having to get up and be interrupted from what he's doing to do what I've asked. Seriously?!
Do you realize how many times a day I am interrupted from something I am doing or have been doing to do something else for whatever reason? I don't think he does. I don't think he quite understands how often I DON'T get to finish something I started because something else needed to be done that was more important or more time sensitive. I've tried time and time again to explain this to him, I really have but he just isn't understanding.
Some days are better than others for me, since I'm 7 months pregnant it's bound to happen, but usually my back is constantly sore, my abdomen is constantly sore, my feet and legs are swollen and sore and I barely get any sleep. Those things make for a difficult time of me even MOVING let alone getting up every five seconds when our daughter needs something from us. And I do mean US, dammit.
I'm not a superhero. I never have been and I never will be. I know he sees that but sometimes I wish he would just appreciate and understand it better rather than make such a big stink about getting up to help out.
Just one of those little things.
He huffs and puffs and then gets up to do what I've asked because I'm so worn out or have nine other balls in the air at that moment OR he starts an argument about having to get up and be interrupted from what he's doing to do what I've asked. Seriously?!
Do you realize how many times a day I am interrupted from something I am doing or have been doing to do something else for whatever reason? I don't think he does. I don't think he quite understands how often I DON'T get to finish something I started because something else needed to be done that was more important or more time sensitive. I've tried time and time again to explain this to him, I really have but he just isn't understanding.
Some days are better than others for me, since I'm 7 months pregnant it's bound to happen, but usually my back is constantly sore, my abdomen is constantly sore, my feet and legs are swollen and sore and I barely get any sleep. Those things make for a difficult time of me even MOVING let alone getting up every five seconds when our daughter needs something from us. And I do mean US, dammit.
I'm not a superhero. I never have been and I never will be. I know he sees that but sometimes I wish he would just appreciate and understand it better rather than make such a big stink about getting up to help out.
Just one of those little things.
Saturday, March 2, 2013
After Tired Comes Exhaustion But What Comes After That?
I barely slept again due to my pregnancy insomnia and a teething baby. Really can't be helped but I've gone beyond tired and sleepy and pushed through exhaustion and am honestly wondering what the HELL comes after that?
Whatever it is...that's what I am. My mind is so fuzzy, my body is aching, my stomach is sore to the touch and my back is screaming in agony.
Sounds like I'm whining a bit there but I'm just telling it like it is. No sympathy required, don't need any, it's just been one of those days. Those long and exhausting days where there were so many things that needed to be done and so you HAD to do them but the list was a mile long and after a long night of light, interrupted sleep it made the entire process of errand running absolutely draining.
Grocery store, bill paying, Wal-Mart, Burlington Coat Factory for jeans for my sister and a very nice and inexpensive Easter dress for the baby all followed by the pharmacy and gas station with me being the only capable driver makes for an exhausted Momma, Daughter, Sister, Lover/Fiance.
I did some research and came up with this.
Exhaust: Verb
1. To drain of strength or energy, wear out, or fatigue greatly, as a person.
2. To use up or consume completely; expend the whole of.
There are more definitions but you get the gist of it.
Synonyms for "exhausted":
all in, beat, bleary, bone-weary, bushed, crippled, dead tired, dead, debilitated, disabled, dog-tired, done for, done in, drained, effete, enervated, frazzled, had it, kaput, limp, out on one's feet, outta gas, prostrated, ready to drop, run-down, sapped, shot, spent, tired out, wasted, weak, weakened, wearied, worn, worn out.
So there you have it. That's what I am right at this moment. With my eyelids growing droopy and my mind slowly shutting down, my body aching and my spirit just unwilling to continue with this day I shall say adieu and goodnight.
Whatever it is...that's what I am. My mind is so fuzzy, my body is aching, my stomach is sore to the touch and my back is screaming in agony.
Sounds like I'm whining a bit there but I'm just telling it like it is. No sympathy required, don't need any, it's just been one of those days. Those long and exhausting days where there were so many things that needed to be done and so you HAD to do them but the list was a mile long and after a long night of light, interrupted sleep it made the entire process of errand running absolutely draining.
Grocery store, bill paying, Wal-Mart, Burlington Coat Factory for jeans for my sister and a very nice and inexpensive Easter dress for the baby all followed by the pharmacy and gas station with me being the only capable driver makes for an exhausted Momma, Daughter, Sister, Lover/Fiance.
I did some research and came up with this.
Exhaust: Verb
1. To drain of strength or energy, wear out, or fatigue greatly, as a person.
2. To use up or consume completely; expend the whole of.
There are more definitions but you get the gist of it.
Synonyms for "exhausted":
all in, beat, bleary, bone-weary, bushed, crippled, dead tired, dead, debilitated, disabled, dog-tired, done for, done in, drained, effete, enervated, frazzled, had it, kaput, limp, out on one's feet, outta gas, prostrated, ready to drop, run-down, sapped, shot, spent, tired out, wasted, weak, weakened, wearied, worn, worn out.
So there you have it. That's what I am right at this moment. With my eyelids growing droopy and my mind slowly shutting down, my body aching and my spirit just unwilling to continue with this day I shall say adieu and goodnight.
Friday, March 1, 2013
Some Days Just Don't Go By Fast Enough...
And other days go by too quickly. Today was not a quick day. My 9-month-old daughter recently started teething. I mean serious teething. All day long she has been whiny and cranky and tired and not wanting anything I offer her, even food. She just longed for her bottle and to play all by her lonesome with no interaction with Mommy or Daddy.
Days like today just go by so very very slowly, when she doesn't follow her usual routine of being up at 9 am or 10 am, down for a nap around noon, up again around 2 pm and down again around 4 pm until 5 pm when she wakes up and plays until bedtime at 9 pm.
No, on days like today, the slow and super long days, she's up extremely early at 7 am and doesn't go down for a nap when she usually does, she goes down around 2 pm or 3 pm. That's a long time for her to be awake and by then she's exhausted beyond belief and cranky beyond her normal teething crankiness so I have to have her cry it out to go down for a nap. Then up again at 4 pm or so and stays up way past bedtime.
Like tonight, she went down for her nap at 5:30 pm, finally, her one and only nap today and slept until 7:30 pm and that's only because Daddy woke her up on purpose, as I asked him to. This way she would have some kind of semblance of being tired around 9 pm or 10 pm, normal bedtime. NOPE! Not tonight. 11 pm rolls around and she's still awake and whiny and exhausted and cranky and uncomfortable and not wanting a damn thing I offered her.
All she wanted was to play with her musical book, by herself, without interaction from anyone else. That's it. She is FIERCELY independent, not even wanting cuddles when upset or hurt. Breaks my heart sometimes but I know in the end it will be better for her. It's just sometimes a mother wants to cuddle her baby and it can hurt your heart when your baby doesn't want cuddles EVER.
My plan of attack for nights like tonight is as follows, change the diaper, give her a bottle, slap some Orajel on her gums, give her Tylenol for the pain, Benadryl for her allergies, gas drops for her little tummy and lay her down for bed.
I'd had enough at midnight and per her doctor's recommendation to help her get to sleep better, I gave her a Melatonin strip of 1.5 mg that dissolves in her mouth. She was out by 12:30 am, finally.
Long long days like this really take their toll on me, as I'm 7 month pregnant and then I can't get to sleep because of 3rd trimester insomnia. Hence, my posting at nearly 4 am. Ugh.
It's one of those little things that my family does to drive me nutters. I have to be up early later today so I can do some shopping, diapers, wipes, that sort of thing. Then it's off to babysit my godson for six hours. Long day head of me after a long day today.
The little things to rive me insane.....
Days like today just go by so very very slowly, when she doesn't follow her usual routine of being up at 9 am or 10 am, down for a nap around noon, up again around 2 pm and down again around 4 pm until 5 pm when she wakes up and plays until bedtime at 9 pm.
No, on days like today, the slow and super long days, she's up extremely early at 7 am and doesn't go down for a nap when she usually does, she goes down around 2 pm or 3 pm. That's a long time for her to be awake and by then she's exhausted beyond belief and cranky beyond her normal teething crankiness so I have to have her cry it out to go down for a nap. Then up again at 4 pm or so and stays up way past bedtime.
Like tonight, she went down for her nap at 5:30 pm, finally, her one and only nap today and slept until 7:30 pm and that's only because Daddy woke her up on purpose, as I asked him to. This way she would have some kind of semblance of being tired around 9 pm or 10 pm, normal bedtime. NOPE! Not tonight. 11 pm rolls around and she's still awake and whiny and exhausted and cranky and uncomfortable and not wanting a damn thing I offered her.
All she wanted was to play with her musical book, by herself, without interaction from anyone else. That's it. She is FIERCELY independent, not even wanting cuddles when upset or hurt. Breaks my heart sometimes but I know in the end it will be better for her. It's just sometimes a mother wants to cuddle her baby and it can hurt your heart when your baby doesn't want cuddles EVER.
My plan of attack for nights like tonight is as follows, change the diaper, give her a bottle, slap some Orajel on her gums, give her Tylenol for the pain, Benadryl for her allergies, gas drops for her little tummy and lay her down for bed.
I'd had enough at midnight and per her doctor's recommendation to help her get to sleep better, I gave her a Melatonin strip of 1.5 mg that dissolves in her mouth. She was out by 12:30 am, finally.
Long long days like this really take their toll on me, as I'm 7 month pregnant and then I can't get to sleep because of 3rd trimester insomnia. Hence, my posting at nearly 4 am. Ugh.
It's one of those little things that my family does to drive me nutters. I have to be up early later today so I can do some shopping, diapers, wipes, that sort of thing. Then it's off to babysit my godson for six hours. Long day head of me after a long day today.
The little things to rive me insane.....
Tuesday, February 26, 2013
And Time Continues to Speed By Despite It All
A tiny piece of back story. My fiance proposed to me in September of 2011. After knowing him for a mere 6 months I agreed without hesitation. Since that time we've been blessed with a daughter, our very first child. She is one gorgeous baby and the light of our lives. She is now 9 months old and it just so happens the gods saw fit to bless us with another child who is due May 4th of this year. That's right, I am now 7 months pregnant with our second child who also happens to be a little girl.
All this time I've been attempting to plan our handfasting and our legal wedding ceremony as well. It's a difficult task to say the least. Raising our daughter, taking care of regular day to day tasks and having to deal with doctor appointments up the wazoo for my little family and my mother and sister, as I've stated before they are both disabled and I am the only one in our home who drives.
My fiance has severe ADHD. I mean SEVERE. It's difficult for him to stay on task for more than 10 minutes at a time despite his medication.
This brings me to my little post about what's been bothering me lately. With our hand fasting date approaching rapidly I've been getting into the planning mode a bit more and it's been a daunting task to take on alone. Decorations, location, guest list, invitations, etc. etc.
My fiance wants to be a part of all of it but trying to keep his attention on the topic to decide what kind of centerpieces we want, what we want included in the ceremony of our hand fasting and even the guest list is becoming difficult and annoying to say the least. I get his attention for a few moments to decide on one thing and then it's off to another task for him despite the fact that I have many more questions about details that need to be hammered out.
My usual routine after such an episode is to go back to something I haven't quite figured out yet and try to narrow it down a simple multiple choice question for him so that when I can capture his attention again it won't take long for him to decide before he loses interest and can no longer focus.
I know it isn't his fault but I can't help it when I get the smallest bit angry with him because I want to get something done and it just SEEMS like he isn't taking any or enough interest in OUR hand fasting to want to get it done.
It's hard for me to remind myself that this is who he is, I have to accept it as part of him and learn to cope with it. Most of the time I have no issues doing so but there are days where I'm so frustrated from trying to find his attention all day long to get one thing done on my mile long list of hand fasting details that I explode with anger and lash out at him. This is of course is not fair to him.
Adding to the difficulty of not lashing out at him like that, I'm bipolar. So lashing out in an explosion of anger is far too easy for me. I have severe bipolar disorder, I take my medication daily but I still flip from mood to mood really easily and several times a day.
All of this together makes for a difficult existence together for us but somehow we manage. Especially when it comes to our child, soon to be children. Now matter how angry we may be at each other or how difficult things may be going, when our daughter needs us we drop our argument or whatever it may be that is causing distress between us and tend to her every need or want.
It's all a part of married life, all a part of sharing your every moment of living with another human being of your choosing and learning to cope with the little things they do that irritate you, their little quirks.
I see it like this, if their little annoying quirks outweigh the great and wonderful moments and experiences you share with them then that person isn't for you. If the opposite is true and you catch yourself smiling and shaking your head when you have to clean hair out of the sink for the umpteenth time or something equally as annoying but still makes your heart melt because it's the person you love who has done this then that person is definitely for you.
All of this goes on every day, time speeds by and our handfasting inches closer yet with each passing day. And even though we've had our spats and even our big arguments I find myself looking back and thinking how boring and mundane and even lonely my life would be without him by my side. I have taken the time to sit back and look from afar at the situation I'm in and wondered if this is really what I want in my life and you know what? It is. It really is.
I couldn't imagine my life without him in it. Without my daughter and my new daughter in it. Without all of this going on in my life I would be so alone and just as it did before I met this wonderful man of mine life would drag by in an endlessly mundane fashion with friends and family unable to fill the void in my life that he has filled.
Time just keeps speeding by and I'm not letting it do so without enjoying every moment I can with my little family.
All this time I've been attempting to plan our handfasting and our legal wedding ceremony as well. It's a difficult task to say the least. Raising our daughter, taking care of regular day to day tasks and having to deal with doctor appointments up the wazoo for my little family and my mother and sister, as I've stated before they are both disabled and I am the only one in our home who drives.
My fiance has severe ADHD. I mean SEVERE. It's difficult for him to stay on task for more than 10 minutes at a time despite his medication.
This brings me to my little post about what's been bothering me lately. With our hand fasting date approaching rapidly I've been getting into the planning mode a bit more and it's been a daunting task to take on alone. Decorations, location, guest list, invitations, etc. etc.
My fiance wants to be a part of all of it but trying to keep his attention on the topic to decide what kind of centerpieces we want, what we want included in the ceremony of our hand fasting and even the guest list is becoming difficult and annoying to say the least. I get his attention for a few moments to decide on one thing and then it's off to another task for him despite the fact that I have many more questions about details that need to be hammered out.
My usual routine after such an episode is to go back to something I haven't quite figured out yet and try to narrow it down a simple multiple choice question for him so that when I can capture his attention again it won't take long for him to decide before he loses interest and can no longer focus.
I know it isn't his fault but I can't help it when I get the smallest bit angry with him because I want to get something done and it just SEEMS like he isn't taking any or enough interest in OUR hand fasting to want to get it done.
It's hard for me to remind myself that this is who he is, I have to accept it as part of him and learn to cope with it. Most of the time I have no issues doing so but there are days where I'm so frustrated from trying to find his attention all day long to get one thing done on my mile long list of hand fasting details that I explode with anger and lash out at him. This is of course is not fair to him.
Adding to the difficulty of not lashing out at him like that, I'm bipolar. So lashing out in an explosion of anger is far too easy for me. I have severe bipolar disorder, I take my medication daily but I still flip from mood to mood really easily and several times a day.
All of this together makes for a difficult existence together for us but somehow we manage. Especially when it comes to our child, soon to be children. Now matter how angry we may be at each other or how difficult things may be going, when our daughter needs us we drop our argument or whatever it may be that is causing distress between us and tend to her every need or want.
It's all a part of married life, all a part of sharing your every moment of living with another human being of your choosing and learning to cope with the little things they do that irritate you, their little quirks.
I see it like this, if their little annoying quirks outweigh the great and wonderful moments and experiences you share with them then that person isn't for you. If the opposite is true and you catch yourself smiling and shaking your head when you have to clean hair out of the sink for the umpteenth time or something equally as annoying but still makes your heart melt because it's the person you love who has done this then that person is definitely for you.
All of this goes on every day, time speeds by and our handfasting inches closer yet with each passing day. And even though we've had our spats and even our big arguments I find myself looking back and thinking how boring and mundane and even lonely my life would be without him by my side. I have taken the time to sit back and look from afar at the situation I'm in and wondered if this is really what I want in my life and you know what? It is. It really is.
I couldn't imagine my life without him in it. Without my daughter and my new daughter in it. Without all of this going on in my life I would be so alone and just as it did before I met this wonderful man of mine life would drag by in an endlessly mundane fashion with friends and family unable to fill the void in my life that he has filled.
Time just keeps speeding by and I'm not letting it do so without enjoying every moment I can with my little family.
Saturday, February 23, 2013
To Clean or Not To Clean...
Dish duty...everyone in my house hates dish duty. And no, we are not lucky enough to own a mechanical dishwasher. And no, there is no room in my tiny Barbie kitchen to have one installed. I call it a Barbie kitchen because just like the Barbie dream houses my kitchen only has one wall of installed cabinets.
I hate dishes for a few reasons. First off, no one besides myself and my fiance rinse their damn dishes. We're all adults, I don't know why this can't happen.
Secondly, my sister refuses to wash ANY dishes besides those she has dirtied while eating. Yes, that means even if she dirtied a pot or pan or dish to microwave/cook anything she will not wash it. She's considered high functioning autistic and I think that's part of why she does and says some of the things she does but that is still no excuse for her to not be cleaning up after herself entirely.
Thirdly, my mother and I try to keep up on dishes as often as possible but her hands don't work very well from 25 years of working behind a desk typing as a medical transcriptionist and suffering from severe carpal tunnel in both wrists. This has made it so she has very little feeling and very little grip strength left in either of her hands and there are some days she drops things more often than not and washing dishes makes her hands hurt something fierce.
I, myself, can only stand at the kitchen sink for a few minutes to wash up dishes because my big ole pregnant belly bumps up against the sink counter numerous times and it becomes quite uncomfortable and even painful some days.
Which leaves my fiance, who has repeatedly told me that he is no kitchen slave, to wash up dishes and he doesn't flat out refuse to do dishes but he hates having to clean up after my mother and sister because, as I said before, we're all adults in this house and there's no reason why we can't all do our own dishes and share in the responsibility of pots and pans and dishes used to make meals.
Alas, this does not happen. So some days the sink is full of dirty dishes and other days my mother or I will get to them and there will be no more but I just wish that my fiance and sister would buck up and be adults and just wash the damn dishes REGARDLESS of who they belonged to or who used them and did not rinse them.
It's just so irritating. So very, very irritating. Both are ADHD with slight hints of or full blown autism and I can't seem to wrap my head around their constant battle to lay blame because of some unfinished chore instead of just doing it and getting it over with.
Just one of those little things again, I guess. Sigh.
I hate dishes for a few reasons. First off, no one besides myself and my fiance rinse their damn dishes. We're all adults, I don't know why this can't happen.
Secondly, my sister refuses to wash ANY dishes besides those she has dirtied while eating. Yes, that means even if she dirtied a pot or pan or dish to microwave/cook anything she will not wash it. She's considered high functioning autistic and I think that's part of why she does and says some of the things she does but that is still no excuse for her to not be cleaning up after herself entirely.
Thirdly, my mother and I try to keep up on dishes as often as possible but her hands don't work very well from 25 years of working behind a desk typing as a medical transcriptionist and suffering from severe carpal tunnel in both wrists. This has made it so she has very little feeling and very little grip strength left in either of her hands and there are some days she drops things more often than not and washing dishes makes her hands hurt something fierce.
I, myself, can only stand at the kitchen sink for a few minutes to wash up dishes because my big ole pregnant belly bumps up against the sink counter numerous times and it becomes quite uncomfortable and even painful some days.
Which leaves my fiance, who has repeatedly told me that he is no kitchen slave, to wash up dishes and he doesn't flat out refuse to do dishes but he hates having to clean up after my mother and sister because, as I said before, we're all adults in this house and there's no reason why we can't all do our own dishes and share in the responsibility of pots and pans and dishes used to make meals.
Alas, this does not happen. So some days the sink is full of dirty dishes and other days my mother or I will get to them and there will be no more but I just wish that my fiance and sister would buck up and be adults and just wash the damn dishes REGARDLESS of who they belonged to or who used them and did not rinse them.
It's just so irritating. So very, very irritating. Both are ADHD with slight hints of or full blown autism and I can't seem to wrap my head around their constant battle to lay blame because of some unfinished chore instead of just doing it and getting it over with.
Just one of those little things again, I guess. Sigh.
Friday, February 8, 2013
Sleep
Sleep. We all need it, we all love it, we all go without it sometimes or often, in my case. And lately I've been wondering if anyone else gets jealous of their dear husband or significant others ability to sleep without hassle.
Maybe it's just me.
Maybe it isn't.
It's a real question for me that has been running through my mind lately, especially for the last 2 hours...my husband is currently sleeping soundly next to me even though he is supposed to be the one who takes night shift. *le sigh*
And then there are the mornings. I get up with our daughter after only four or five hours of sleep and take care of her all morning while he gets the rest he didn't get during the night shift. Only problem with our little arrangement is now I'm six months pregnant and I need more help from him in the mornings. Our daughter is getting too heavy for me to lift and getting her out of her bed is difficult for me with my stomach being so big and it literally hurts to bend over it and pick her up.
Now he complains about not getting enough sleep and me not holding up my end of our agreement to day and night shifts.
Well, SORRY! I didn't get pregnant all alone you know! I had help! LOL
It's just one of those little things, you know. I'm pregnant and need more help, be a little more understanding and deal with the sleep deprivation. It's all part of being a parent. In my opinion most of the men I've met are just sissies when it comes to not getting enough sleep but us women are just supposed to be able to do it with no problems or hassles or anything else like that. We're supposed to just suck it up and get it done.
He's in for a rude awakening if he thinks I'm going to be the only one getting up with both girls at night to make sure they have their bottle or bobo or whatever they may need and still be a functioning, happy adult in the mornings. LOL Not gonna happen.
Maybe it's just me.
Maybe it isn't.
It's a real question for me that has been running through my mind lately, especially for the last 2 hours...my husband is currently sleeping soundly next to me even though he is supposed to be the one who takes night shift. *le sigh*
And then there are the mornings. I get up with our daughter after only four or five hours of sleep and take care of her all morning while he gets the rest he didn't get during the night shift. Only problem with our little arrangement is now I'm six months pregnant and I need more help from him in the mornings. Our daughter is getting too heavy for me to lift and getting her out of her bed is difficult for me with my stomach being so big and it literally hurts to bend over it and pick her up.
Now he complains about not getting enough sleep and me not holding up my end of our agreement to day and night shifts.
Well, SORRY! I didn't get pregnant all alone you know! I had help! LOL
It's just one of those little things, you know. I'm pregnant and need more help, be a little more understanding and deal with the sleep deprivation. It's all part of being a parent. In my opinion most of the men I've met are just sissies when it comes to not getting enough sleep but us women are just supposed to be able to do it with no problems or hassles or anything else like that. We're supposed to just suck it up and get it done.
He's in for a rude awakening if he thinks I'm going to be the only one getting up with both girls at night to make sure they have their bottle or bobo or whatever they may need and still be a functioning, happy adult in the mornings. LOL Not gonna happen.
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