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.

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!

Shit I don't Tell my husband: The beginning

This is a result of my husband's top secret blog he decided to create for himself...months after creating a top secret facebook page in which he told me he would NEVER EVER friend me...not even if there's a fire.  This is how Shit I don't Tell my Husband began... 

I hope y'all enjoy.