I love my husband. There is no hiding that fact. He is honest, trustworthy, faithful, and really, really good looking.
He is a hard worker, doing what is needed to provide for our family. When I was pregnant and my air conditioning went out in my car, he said he would fix it for me. He got me a new car. My dream car.
He's worked numerous jobs at a time, and has made multiple offers to me to stay at home with the babe. But, we're partners. And I want to help.
Right now, his work schedule means that Ansley and I spend evenings together five days a week. She gets mornings with Daddy and evenings with Mommy. Thursdays and Fridays are our family days, as well as Saturday mornings and Sunday mornings.
It isn't the most fun. But, after a couple of years, you get used to it. I don't have to feel guilty about having specific television shows I enjoy watching. Because Paul isn't home, and it doesn't take away from our time (though, it does occasionally happen to take away from laundry time). I get time to blog, and read, and take a warm bath, and keep filling up the tub when the water cools off. And I love it.
But, even when I'm eating from my personal pint of Half Baked and watching Glee (I started out as a closet fan, but no more. I am Totally.Addicted.), I miss him. And sometimes, I miss him so much I can't think about anything else. I can't distract myself, and all I can think about is when he will be home.
Tonight is one of those nights. It hasn't been particularly bad. Ansley's bedtime routine wasn't trouble. I even cooked myself dinner rather than opting for the regular bowl of cereal or frozen meal. It's been a good night. But I miss Paul. And I really need him here. NOW.
Because my back has been itching for about an hour, and I can't reach it. And it's driving me crazy.
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Tuesday, May 4, 2010
Some rocks should be left unturned.
One great aspect about my job is that there are certain things I can do at work and totally say it's "job related."
Like, watching 16 and Pregnant. Or Teen Mom. Awesome.
So, last week, I was looking for some pictures of womb babies. One thing led to another, and to another, and before I knew it, I was watching birth videos. Yes, that's right. I watched videos of other women's nether regions doing what seems physically impossible.
First, I opted for the water birth video. It was actually pretty tame, and awesome, so I continued on to my next feat: a natural birth.
Now, don't get me wrong. Labor hurts. Sure, maybe I wimped out by getting the epi, but that was after 18 hours without one. But this woman was screaming. And Wailing. And Crying. And Cursing. Out.Loud. There was no attempt at going to a calming place. No rythmic breathing. Just camera shots of things I didn't want to see, followed by shots of her 4 year old son asking his dad why mommy's privates looked like that.
No kidding. Now, I love Ansley. And, she'll be with us at the hospital with the next one. But I'm not planning on giving her and anatomy lesson using Mommy as a life size model. Ain't gonna do it.
Eventually, that baby made it's way out, but, golly, it wasn't easy.
Then, as though I had not had enough, I watched a video of a c-section. I honestly thought that after the natural birth, watching the c-section wouldn't be a big deal. Fail.
After meeting the couple, I learned about the different incisions that can be made for a c-section. Then, Freddy Crugar made his appearance, in OBGYN form.
They sliced her. Not a big deal. I can handle that. The thing that got me was seeing them pull the abs apart. Barf. I think I actually gagged. Then, they sliced the uterus, and pulled this fat little baby head out. and let it sit there for a little bit. So, here's this mom with a head coming out of her abdomen. Aliens, anyone?
A coworker heard my gags, and asked what I was watching. I told him, and he responded "Cool! Let me see!" So I watched it. AGAIN!
It made me very happy that I turned down the doc's offer to position a mirror so I could watch Ansley being born. Yeah. I didn't watch my own kid come out, but I watched three other women as they birthed their babes, crowning and all.
So, I thought I would share a birth video with my readers! This isn't one of the previously mentioned videos. This will not scar you, but you may pee your pants from laughing. Enjoy!
Like, watching 16 and Pregnant. Or Teen Mom. Awesome.
So, last week, I was looking for some pictures of womb babies. One thing led to another, and to another, and before I knew it, I was watching birth videos. Yes, that's right. I watched videos of other women's nether regions doing what seems physically impossible.
First, I opted for the water birth video. It was actually pretty tame, and awesome, so I continued on to my next feat: a natural birth.
Now, don't get me wrong. Labor hurts. Sure, maybe I wimped out by getting the epi, but that was after 18 hours without one. But this woman was screaming. And Wailing. And Crying. And Cursing. Out.Loud. There was no attempt at going to a calming place. No rythmic breathing. Just camera shots of things I didn't want to see, followed by shots of her 4 year old son asking his dad why mommy's privates looked like that.
No kidding. Now, I love Ansley. And, she'll be with us at the hospital with the next one. But I'm not planning on giving her and anatomy lesson using Mommy as a life size model. Ain't gonna do it.
Eventually, that baby made it's way out, but, golly, it wasn't easy.
Then, as though I had not had enough, I watched a video of a c-section. I honestly thought that after the natural birth, watching the c-section wouldn't be a big deal. Fail.
After meeting the couple, I learned about the different incisions that can be made for a c-section. Then, Freddy Crugar made his appearance, in OBGYN form.
They sliced her. Not a big deal. I can handle that. The thing that got me was seeing them pull the abs apart. Barf. I think I actually gagged. Then, they sliced the uterus, and pulled this fat little baby head out. and let it sit there for a little bit. So, here's this mom with a head coming out of her abdomen. Aliens, anyone?
A coworker heard my gags, and asked what I was watching. I told him, and he responded "Cool! Let me see!" So I watched it. AGAIN!
It made me very happy that I turned down the doc's offer to position a mirror so I could watch Ansley being born. Yeah. I didn't watch my own kid come out, but I watched three other women as they birthed their babes, crowning and all.
So, I thought I would share a birth video with my readers! This isn't one of the previously mentioned videos. This will not scar you, but you may pee your pants from laughing. Enjoy!
p.s.- This is a scene from Ace Ventura: When Nature Calls. Don't judge me, but I think it's freakin' hilarious.
Monday, May 3, 2010
Make Over Day!
So, whatdoya think? I felt like the place needed a little brightening up, so I did a little dusting, and some rearranging, and found a few new things, and, tada!
I'm not one to keep things the same for too long. I just get so...bored.
My parents hated this fact about me, I'm sure. Cleaning my room was never a simple folding of the clothes, making the bed and a quick vacuuming. It was often a three day fiasco that including dumping out all of my desk and dresser drawers, rearranging the furniture, and redecorating the walls.
I never painted my room. But, I should have bought stock in teen magazines. Yes, I'll admit it. I was a HUGE BSB fan, followed closely by N*Sync. My walls looked like Tiger Beat threw up all over them. I wish I had all that money back I had spent on those magazines. 2 a month, at apx. 2.50 each, for about 18 months... ok, so, it's only like, $90. But I think you could add another $50 in for good measure.
Hanging the posters was more of an art. Each photoshoot would typically include one large poster of the group, and then you would have to coordinate all the smaller ones around the big one. Every once and a while, Tiger Beat would screw up and put one band member on the front poster and another band member on the back. That was not good planning on their part.
As new photoshoots were released in the new magazines, it would be time to switch them out, and do a complete redesign.
Like I said, it probably bordered on obsession. But I was a total closet fan, and only my closest friend knew how overboard I was. In fact, she started the whole thing and called to me from the water. "C'mon! Just join me! The water is warm all the Backstreet Boys are here with me!"
Whenever there was a appearance on TV, I taped it. I had about 10 VHS tapes full of interviews, music videos, performances, you name it. My friend and I would get together on weekends and watch our tapes, and learn the dances. Yes. It's true. At one point in time I knew the dances for both "Everybody" and "As Long as you Love Me." We even celebrate their birthdays. Yikes.
Feel free to insert your laughs and mockery here.
I can remember when I realized it was time to stop. We lived in a double wide trailer growing up, and one spring, I think of my freshman year in high school, a terrible storm came our direction. I tornado had been spotted just a few miles down the road, so my parents decided it was best to hit the road and seek more stable shelter in the local hospital where my mom worked.
So, while the fam gathered up the furry members (my brother was perfectly capable of getting ready to go. I'm talking about the family pets), I rushed through my room removing EVERY poster with a delicate "down, up" fashion to tear the posters out from their tacks. I then folded them, according to their creases, and placed them in a huge plastic tub THAT I BROUGHT WITH ME. We made it through the storm safe and sound, but I decided not to hang the posters back up. It was time.
And I didn't hang them back up. And I stopped watching my videos. And I realized what a total loser I had been. But, ya know, I still have a soft spot for the boy bands of the late 90s. Heck. I still totally love NKOTB. And now, I can listen to the music and remember the fun that I did have. And I can laugh at myself.
And, I wonder if one day, Ansley will get hooked on a boy band. Hopefully, I can steer her clear of an obsession, but, if not, I have a TON of posters she can have. They're just some old things that I can't seem to get rid of.
So, enjoy the new look, and share your obsessions. They may just brighten someone's Monday.
I'm not one to keep things the same for too long. I just get so...bored.
My parents hated this fact about me, I'm sure. Cleaning my room was never a simple folding of the clothes, making the bed and a quick vacuuming. It was often a three day fiasco that including dumping out all of my desk and dresser drawers, rearranging the furniture, and redecorating the walls.
I never painted my room. But, I should have bought stock in teen magazines. Yes, I'll admit it. I was a HUGE BSB fan, followed closely by N*Sync. My walls looked like Tiger Beat threw up all over them. I wish I had all that money back I had spent on those magazines. 2 a month, at apx. 2.50 each, for about 18 months... ok, so, it's only like, $90. But I think you could add another $50 in for good measure.
Hanging the posters was more of an art. Each photoshoot would typically include one large poster of the group, and then you would have to coordinate all the smaller ones around the big one. Every once and a while, Tiger Beat would screw up and put one band member on the front poster and another band member on the back. That was not good planning on their part.
As new photoshoots were released in the new magazines, it would be time to switch them out, and do a complete redesign.
Like I said, it probably bordered on obsession. But I was a total closet fan, and only my closest friend knew how overboard I was. In fact, she started the whole thing and called to me from the water. "C'mon! Just join me! The water is warm all the Backstreet Boys are here with me!"
Whenever there was a appearance on TV, I taped it. I had about 10 VHS tapes full of interviews, music videos, performances, you name it. My friend and I would get together on weekends and watch our tapes, and learn the dances. Yes. It's true. At one point in time I knew the dances for both "Everybody" and "As Long as you Love Me." We even celebrate their birthdays. Yikes.
Feel free to insert your laughs and mockery here.
I can remember when I realized it was time to stop. We lived in a double wide trailer growing up, and one spring, I think of my freshman year in high school, a terrible storm came our direction. I tornado had been spotted just a few miles down the road, so my parents decided it was best to hit the road and seek more stable shelter in the local hospital where my mom worked.
So, while the fam gathered up the furry members (my brother was perfectly capable of getting ready to go. I'm talking about the family pets), I rushed through my room removing EVERY poster with a delicate "down, up" fashion to tear the posters out from their tacks. I then folded them, according to their creases, and placed them in a huge plastic tub THAT I BROUGHT WITH ME. We made it through the storm safe and sound, but I decided not to hang the posters back up. It was time.
And I didn't hang them back up. And I stopped watching my videos. And I realized what a total loser I had been. But, ya know, I still have a soft spot for the boy bands of the late 90s. Heck. I still totally love NKOTB. And now, I can listen to the music and remember the fun that I did have. And I can laugh at myself.
And, I wonder if one day, Ansley will get hooked on a boy band. Hopefully, I can steer her clear of an obsession, but, if not, I have a TON of posters she can have. They're just some old things that I can't seem to get rid of.
So, enjoy the new look, and share your obsessions. They may just brighten someone's Monday.
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