I am more than bummed that the Royal Babe is a boy, I had my heart set on a girl. I think I was way too vested in the pregnancy. Just trying to live vicariously through others as we are one and done
Um... I did nothing today but fart around on the computer. And lots needed to get done. And now the baby is sleeping on me and DH is sleeping on the couch so I don't know when we'll eat dinner.
I announced SBGIII (Surprise Baby Gisa III) on facebook and only two of Chris's family members commented or liked it. I am butthurt. I know they have all been online since then!
Yeah, really! How hard is it to like a post!?!?!? I'm butthurt for you!!!!! (hug)
I announced SBGIII (Surprise Baby Gisa III) on facebook and only two of Chris's family members commented or liked it. I am butthurt. I know they have all been online since then!
I'm sorry. I announced on FB today and none of DH's family has commented...
Post by biblionerd on Jul 22, 2013 17:27:08 GMT -5
My confession is that I've done nothing of worth today (other than keep my children alive). I will tell DH I was too tired and had no time. But I had time to watch 2 Lifetime movies, make a chocolate cake, eat pizza, root beer, and chips for lunch, take our AW "announcement pic", post it on FB, and fart around on here forever.
In the middle of all of the pregnancy announcements last week, I was freaking the fuck out that I was KU. My period was over two weeks late, I was constantly nauseated, everything smelled horrific, I was exhausted, and mosquitos bit me, which has only ever happened when I'm pregnant. I peed on MANY sticks (all negative), but was still concerned because of how I felt. Luckily, my period finally came.
I confess that I drank extra alcohol and ate loads of raw seafood and unpasteurized cheese in case I couldn't soon.
I wish we could get pregnant again now. I mean we totally could but it would be irresponsible so we are waiting a few months to get to a better place financially.
Confession 2: I hate that my husband is all "if the next one is a girl we are DONE". I don't think the gender of a child should be a significant determining factor on how many kids we have. I am not saying I want any more than 3 kids but I hate that the decision has been made for me all depending on whether the next kid we have has a penis or a vagina.
My confession: we're going over to the ILs to pick up camping stuff. I'm kind of hoping we'll get stuck there so we'll have dinner, or better yet, grab something on the way home. I just don't feel like cooking tonight.
Layne napped for a long time today, and instead of doing something productive, I laid in bed and napped. I have no excuse, I really should have cleaned up and started preparing stuff for dinner...buuuut I was lazy.
Also, L and I just played outside for an hour or so, and instead of prepping dinner (again) I'm letting him watch YGG while I sit on the couch and probe. I will probably tell DH that L was a handful today, and that's why I didn't make dinner...and I'll probably be able to convince him to pick up some pizza. I'm terrible.
@pcloadletter at least it's organic! One step ahead of my life!
Except today. My family ate local AND organic today!
Except for our McDonald's lunch.
I confess that I am judgey about a lot of the ladies I go to church with. I feel like that is doubly bad. But I can't help it. They are so bitchy and only ever talk about their kids' achievements. I don't mind all-kid talk, but can we at least talk about when they are annoying or bad or something!?
I may very well put b to bed without dinner. She only slept an hour today so is super cranky. Durring dinner she was throwing her food around, dispite me telling her no, so I ended dinner. I'll give her a pouch at some point before bed but right now she can go hungry (which shes not because she would have eaten her dinner if she was hungry).
Post by formerlyllizzyb on Jul 22, 2013 17:43:00 GMT -5
I bought a lot of pouches at Target today.
I might have counted down the minutes until 5 p.m. so I wouldn't have to feel guilty about having a beer.
Here's what's really flameful: I get almost excited when I read someone's post lamenting their newly picky eater. Welcome to my world. It's frustrating, right? Your LO won't eat bell peppers and garlic hummus anymore? I'm just trying to get mine to eat bread. Misery loves company.
I announced SBGIII (Surprise Baby Gisa III) on facebook and only two of Chris's family members commented or liked it. I am butthurt. I know they have all been online since then!
I liked it! I'd be butt hurt too. Give them all the silent treatment
In the middle of all of the pregnancy announcements last week, I was freaking the fuck out that I was KU. My period was over two weeks late, I was constantly nauseated, everything smelled horrific, I was exhausted, and mosquitos bit me, which has only ever happened when I'm pregnant. I peed on MANY sticks (all negative), but was still concerned because of how I felt. Luckily, my period finally came.
I confess that I drank extra alcohol and ate loads of raw seafood and unpasteurized cheese in case I couldn't soon.
I would have done the exact same thing.
The baby doesn't share a blood supply until 6-8 weeks with you!
I might have counted down the minutes until 5 p.m. so I wouldn't have to feel guilty about having a beer.
Here's what's really flameful: I get almost excited when I read someone's post lamenting their newly picky eater. Welcome to my world. It's frustrating, right? Your LO won't eat bell peppers and garlic hummus anymore? I'm just trying to get mine to eat bread. Misery loves company.
Owen has decided that PB&J is straight from hell. I'm annoyed by this
Man, I give you that. Since G won't eat meat I'm thrilled he eats PB.
He's recently decided black beans suck. That was a big source of his protein.
In the middle of all of the pregnancy announcements last week, I was freaking the fuck out that I was KU. My period was over two weeks late, I was constantly nauseated, everything smelled horrific, I was exhausted, and mosquitos bit me, which has only ever happened when I'm pregnant. I peed on MANY sticks (all negative), but was still concerned because of how I felt. Luckily, my period finally came.
I confess that I drank extra alcohol and ate loads of raw seafood and unpasteurized cheese in case I couldn't soon.
Me too! And I was all pissed because I thought my Mirena failed. For one brief moment I thought the test was positive, and I could feel my legs giving out. Still no AF and my conclusion is that Mirena finally took AF away. Woot (knock on wood)
And I purposely took my test after I met some friends for dinner and drinks.
I wish we could get pregnant again now. I mean we totally could but it would be irresponsible so we are waiting a few months to get to a better place financially.
Confession 2: I hate that my husband is all "if the next one is a girl we are DONE". I don't think the gender of a child should be a significant determining factor on how many kids we have. I am not saying I want any more than 3 kids but I hate that the decision has been made for me all depending on whether the next kid we have has a penis or a vagina.
My FIL is like this. He's insistent that if Caleb had been another girl, we would have wanted a third. He thinks it's only natural to want one of each--and to stop once you achieve that.
Mine: I've been really irritable today. I don't know if it's because Abby's being super annoying, or if she just seems annoying because I'm irritable. I feel a little guilty for being snappish, but not as much as I probably should.
DH and I decided against being team green for the next pregnancy because we both are hoping to have another girl. I'm glad we were honest with ourselves and will allow ourselves time to get used to the idea of having a boy. I know some consider this flameful....
My confession is that I've done nothing of worth today (other than keep my children alive). I will tell DH I was too tired and had no time. But I had time to watch 2 Lifetime movies, make a chocolate cake, eat pizza, root beer, and chips for lunch, take our AW "announcement pic", post it on FB, and fart around on here forever.
Are you FB friends with probies? If so, I want to be your friend!
Post by muppetinma on Jul 22, 2013 17:56:54 GMT -5
I pretended that I had an awful day at work yesterday when in reality, I sat around painting. DH felt bad, so he put Andrew to bed and made us both dinner. Then, much to his dismay, I was "too tired" for sex. I went upstairs, watched TV, and masturbated. I feel no guilt.