Mornings are the hardest part of the day. Early morning and between 9 and 11 in the morning. Then I am soooo tired. Even though I have been sleeping rather okay for me. I found that staying up until almost 11 has been helping me sleep deeper. But it gets so hot around two am and just gets hotter and hotter until I get out of bed in the morning.
Right now I am sitting here without pants because I am freaking hot! But everyone here sleeps in, anyway, so there shouldn't be any embarrassing encounters.
Then I drag myself out of bed (and it's really hard in the morning), after laying there wishing I had slept another hour, and to the computer because I don't know what else to do at 5:30 a.m.
So here I am.
Hot, getting ready for my first sip of coffee (it even takes me a while to get the energy to make coffee).
I neglected to put the dishes in the dishwasher last night, so I woke up to a sink and counter full of dirty dishes. Teenagers eat constantly. It's super annoying. I guess that's just one of the annoyances which makes it easier to "let go" when it is time for them to leave the nest. Oh, but I'll miss it, won't I?
It only really irritates me when they are almost 18 and won't look for a job. It makes me VERY worried about their future. Because after graduation said 18 year old may get room and board if they are making adequate collegiate progress, but everything else is their own responsibility. And there is no freaking way they would be able to live on 18 year old's boyfriends income. And that is not a good way to start life, anyway. But any mention of this is met with, "Mom, quit nagging me!" The situation makes me sad. Am I being unreasonable?
Taryn has a boyfriend. Her sister (wrongly) spied on her cell phone and discovered this. No wonder she's been in such a good mood the past week. She's been sitting on my lap and huggy, and good grief, I guess she is as in love as a 13 year old can be. Of course, they don't actually see each other since it's summer and he's from school.
We will not mention this to her. Don't know why it's such a big secret, though. I guess it embarrasses her. Eventually she will want to go on dates, and she'll have to be more open about it.
Ultrasound and dr. appt. today. I still have a slight fear of Down's Syndrome, since I didn't have an amniocentesis. I'll be nearly 39 when it is born, which makes my risk 1 in 135 or so. That's still fairly good odds, but it's hard not to worry a bit. Slightly more than 1 in 100 will have some sort of chromosomal abnormality at my age. But...I guess what is to be will be. I hope it's healthy. It would just be so heartbreaking to have a child face such challenges.
I think I have picked out a first name. I have to run it by Karl. It's not my favorite, but I like it, and doesn't have such a strong yes or no reaction as Oliver or Jude would.
Did I mention that every single name on my "short list" has been given to someone on my July pregnancy board? All these names I thought were unusual like Oliver, Jude, Asher, etc. have been given to recent babies. Even the one I think I have settled on has been given to one or two. And this is just babies whose moms frequent this particular list. Ah, that good ole collective unconscious.
Well. Let's hope the ultrasound goes well. They are just checking growth, it's probably not even necessary, since he isn't measuring big, but who says no to a chance to see the baby? Then my OB will probably stick her hand up in me, give me news about dilation (which makes you excited but really means nothing), and send me on my way. I assume. I'll know soon enough.
Now that it's too late to find a job, it doesn't matter when the baby comes. We really need to get Caleb's room done! But I just don't want to do anything physical other than taking walks. I wish Karl and Caleb would get their stronger male butts down there and do something. I could ask Caleb's dad to help, but Karl keeps saying he wants to punch him for not paying child support, so I don't think that would be the best idea.
Absolutely nothing going on. Except I am resisting the urge to pepper my writing with profanity. I don't know why. I am not mad or anything. I just want to start cussing.
Darn it.
Right now I am sitting here without pants because I am freaking hot! But everyone here sleeps in, anyway, so there shouldn't be any embarrassing encounters.
Then I drag myself out of bed (and it's really hard in the morning), after laying there wishing I had slept another hour, and to the computer because I don't know what else to do at 5:30 a.m.
So here I am.
Hot, getting ready for my first sip of coffee (it even takes me a while to get the energy to make coffee).
I neglected to put the dishes in the dishwasher last night, so I woke up to a sink and counter full of dirty dishes. Teenagers eat constantly. It's super annoying. I guess that's just one of the annoyances which makes it easier to "let go" when it is time for them to leave the nest. Oh, but I'll miss it, won't I?
It only really irritates me when they are almost 18 and won't look for a job. It makes me VERY worried about their future. Because after graduation said 18 year old may get room and board if they are making adequate collegiate progress, but everything else is their own responsibility. And there is no freaking way they would be able to live on 18 year old's boyfriends income. And that is not a good way to start life, anyway. But any mention of this is met with, "Mom, quit nagging me!" The situation makes me sad. Am I being unreasonable?
Taryn has a boyfriend. Her sister (wrongly) spied on her cell phone and discovered this. No wonder she's been in such a good mood the past week. She's been sitting on my lap and huggy, and good grief, I guess she is as in love as a 13 year old can be. Of course, they don't actually see each other since it's summer and he's from school.
We will not mention this to her. Don't know why it's such a big secret, though. I guess it embarrasses her. Eventually she will want to go on dates, and she'll have to be more open about it.
Ultrasound and dr. appt. today. I still have a slight fear of Down's Syndrome, since I didn't have an amniocentesis. I'll be nearly 39 when it is born, which makes my risk 1 in 135 or so. That's still fairly good odds, but it's hard not to worry a bit. Slightly more than 1 in 100 will have some sort of chromosomal abnormality at my age. But...I guess what is to be will be. I hope it's healthy. It would just be so heartbreaking to have a child face such challenges.
I think I have picked out a first name. I have to run it by Karl. It's not my favorite, but I like it, and doesn't have such a strong yes or no reaction as Oliver or Jude would.
Did I mention that every single name on my "short list" has been given to someone on my July pregnancy board? All these names I thought were unusual like Oliver, Jude, Asher, etc. have been given to recent babies. Even the one I think I have settled on has been given to one or two. And this is just babies whose moms frequent this particular list. Ah, that good ole collective unconscious.
Well. Let's hope the ultrasound goes well. They are just checking growth, it's probably not even necessary, since he isn't measuring big, but who says no to a chance to see the baby? Then my OB will probably stick her hand up in me, give me news about dilation (which makes you excited but really means nothing), and send me on my way. I assume. I'll know soon enough.
Now that it's too late to find a job, it doesn't matter when the baby comes. We really need to get Caleb's room done! But I just don't want to do anything physical other than taking walks. I wish Karl and Caleb would get their stronger male butts down there and do something. I could ask Caleb's dad to help, but Karl keeps saying he wants to punch him for not paying child support, so I don't think that would be the best idea.
Absolutely nothing going on. Except I am resisting the urge to pepper my writing with profanity. I don't know why. I am not mad or anything. I just want to start cussing.
Darn it.
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