8 months later

So a lot has happened in the last few weeks (ok let's be real, more like months). The baby was born, a beautiful baby boy, who has successfully taken over my heart and life.

He's now 6 and a half months old and is a menace! I promise to start blogging more though and really make this my project as I'm going to be getting out of the marine Corps soon. Sweet dreams!

Bruce gets home soon...

...and he's already pissed me off!  How does he manage to do this 2 days before coming home?

Soooo he decided to not tell me that he bought the skates I asked him to not get since he doesn't use the ones he has AND we have a baby on the way and can't be spending money on stupid crap we don't need. 

How did I find out, you may ask.  Please observe his newest blog post, named "Like a Boss"

See it here

Guess he can sleep with his skates, on the couch.  Like a Boss.  And he can go ahead and find his own ride from the airport, Like a Boss.  Hopefully he keeps up with my blog so he knows I'm not going to be there waiting for him since APPARENTLY we don't discuss anything any more.  Good Luck Bruce!

Sunday Fun Day

So today me and the neighbor ladies (and one husband) went out on a mission.  Our mission was a sunday fun day.  Complete with Jersey Shore classy shorts and swimsuits.  I even made fun day funfetti brownies! Over all it was a fun day.

As the day was winding down, the ladies and I are all sitting out in the front lawn and chatting.  All of a sudden, my neighbor who is holding her 6 mos old baby, yells out "Are you joking me?!?"

We look over and there is something dripping down the babies leg, as her mother holds her out in front of her, disgusted.  The baby has peed through the diaper somehow and is literally DRIPPING down her legs.

I realized this will be me in about 10 mos.  This is what my life is about to be.  Babies are a wonderful thing, but I think sometimes expectant mothers really don't see everything that they are coming up against.  Yes, we know it will be difficult, but just being around young mothers and hearing the stories somewhat makes me dread what I've gotten myself into.

I've been looking through rose tinted lenses thinking about how my tiny baby will be.  And there's a whoooolllleeee world of pee and poop in front of me.  In fact, it's moments like that which before, I would have said "That's why I don't want kids..."  Cheese and rice, what have I done?

No, I'm not getting cold feet (too late for that) and no I'm not afraid for a baby, but this is a strange journey that I have embarked upon and I don't know if I'm even beginning to realize what I'm getting myself into...

XOXO

Waffles and Bacon...

I invited my neighbor over for waffles and bacon this morning.  She has a 6 month old baby who is absolutely adorable!  It really made me think...It made me think about when my baby will get here.  I just can't wait!  I can't wait for my baby to get here.

This is such an exciting time in my life, but I don't know how my husband feels about it.  Sure, he says he's really exciting but then I read his top secret blog and read about his identity crisis.  About how he's watching his dreams slip away.  About how he has watched them slowly slip away for the last few months...funny because it seems a few months ago, we found out I was pregnant.  I just don't know what dreams he's thinking and he refuses to tell me.  And yet, he can tell complete strangers on his blog?  I just don't understand him sometimes.

I don't understand men, especially not my husband.  Sometimes I wish he'd just speak his mind, but I know I'll just get pissed off at him if he does speak his mind to me.  I guess that's just marriage!  

I go and look at baby clothes and they're so cute and they're so exciting.  And then there's the maternity section right near it.  I meet a woman who's due December 20th.  That's  days before me.  I hope she joins my centering class.  I guess pregnant women just bond together. We talked and bonded and exchanged numbers. She seemed pretty nice. 

I know this one is a little boring but I didn't have much to write about today I guess.

Another day...

So sorry for the lack of posts lately.  Yesterday I went to IHOP for breakfast.  It was a pregnancy craving that I could NOT resist.  I tried, I really attempted to find someone to go with me.  But such is my life, that I have no friends here in my new home that can share a meal with me and my husband is still overseas.

As I walked into IHOP ALONE, I realized, this is not a place for a woman to go alone. IHOP is for groups of hungover college students and high school seniors or senior citizen coming from church.  IHOP is not for a pregnant lady to come and eat alone.

After seating me at an unnecessarily huge booth, the waiter takes my drink order and returns promptly with the coffee I ordered.  He brings the little bowl of cream and sugar and I realize, I have to urinate.  I get up and waddle towards the bathroom.  Along the way is a group of three military men.  I recognize them instantly from the smell of booze that permeates their booth and their identical haircuts.  I know military men.  A tall black military man stands up and tells me "You look like you need a baby daddy."  I realize what he means as I remember that my ring is at the jewelers for repair.  I informed him that "I'm good" and continue on my way to the bathroom, contemplating a time when IHOP was NOT the place to find a baby daddy, though storing it in my mind in case DH chooses to leave me at some point.

As I'm pushing my way into the bathroom, I hear his voice loudly tell his friend "I'm in the Navy, I could give her that healthcare."

And I stop.  The need to empty my bladder is temporarily less important to me than figuring out if that line has ever worked on a woman.  I stop in my tracks, thinking "I wonder if that ACTUALLY works?!?"  Apparently it has before.  Is it that important to women these days, PREGNANT WOMEN, to have Navy health care?  (More on Navy Health Care, I'm sure, in upcoming posts)

So I continue on my way, do my bathroom duty and come out.  The whole table turns to look at me as I leave and I sit down and order my breakfast, all the while still thinking about the world I live in.

I don't think my husband would let me out of the house if he knew about the random things that happen to me, but this is my life.  RANDOM CRAP HAPPENS TO ME and I have no idea why...People say the most ridiculous things around me.  But most of it, I don't tell my husband.

Happy Birthday!!

Today is my wonderful husband's birthday!  Just another birthday of his that we haven't spent together.  4 years in a row now!  This has GOT to be a record!  lol.

Happy Birthday, my love.  Even though you're in Japan, I hope it's wonderful!  

The Interwebs return!

Dear World,


Today I had an OB appt.  For those who don't know, I am 15 weeks and 5 days pregnant with my husband and my first baby.  These are exciting times and I am due on Xmas Eve, of all days!  Now...today after my appt I thought about the name Noelle for a girl.  Noelle....for a Xmas baby.  Too Cliche?  


My husband and I had previously chosen Brynn Renee as a girl name.  Renee was the middle name of choice, though, as my husband didn't hesitate to tell me, it is also his mother's middle name.  It has come to be my belief that my MIL (mother-in-law/monster-in-law depending on the day) might take this personally, that our baby's middle name is the same as hers.  I don't need this happening, I don't need any extra issues with that.  Now normally I would tell a person to suck it up, or let them know how little their middle name had to do with my own choice of baby names, but in my DH (darling husband/dopey husband)'s love of his mom, sometimes little lies tend to slip from his lips.  I don't think he even realizes that he does it, but I don't want to worry that one day I'll overhear "yeah, mommy, she's named after you.  We chose her middle name because it was yours"...


Now my hubby, shall we call him a nickname? Haven't decided that yet.  The hubby doesn't INTEND to piss me off with his little lies, they just slip out.  He's thinking he's just making his mom happy, but in the end they just bug me to no end.  Such as the tattoo he got the day before our wedding.  He asked me what he should get.  I told him a giraffe, mainly because I thought he wouldn't do it.  But he did.  He told me he got a giraffe for me.  That was MY giraffe.  Not as tacky as a name tattooed (no offense to my readers, but what name tattoo have you ever gotten that you've looked at years down the road and though "yeah, that was a good idea"?) but this tattoo was a brand.  This tattoo meant he was ALLLLLLLLLLL mine.  That is, until we arrived to his hometown and I'm being introduced to his mother as his new wife. "Oh and by the way, I got a new tattoo, it's a giraffe mommy, because they're your favorite animal!".


Now you may be looking at this and thinking that it's no big deal but now, this tattoo that I had absolutely loved because it was purely MINE has become someone elses.  I now resent this tattoo...the one I chose for him.  It's a constant reminder of disappointment...


The point of that whole story was...I don't want that happening with my daughter.  I don't want to hear that one day and think "Goddammit, now how do I go about getting her middle name changed without her daddy finding out".


And that, my friends, is Shit I don't Tell my Husband.




Off to go think of better middle names.  Good night!