Like most mummies out there, I'm trying to figure out to get two loads of laundry done, color my hair, pack everything needed for the upcoming long weekend, watch one of the final new episodes of Grey's Anatomy and do it all in between getting the toddler bathed and ready for bed and the almost-a-pre-teen's-have-you-brushed-your-teeth routine completed.
It'll all get done because I'm a mother...
Thursday, May 14, 2009
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
Friday, May 8, 2009
Little Bastards
Two nights ago I awoke from a deep, dreamless sleep - the kind you pray for especially when pregnant because you're not tossing and turning or dreaming about Izzy's dead boyfriend Denny from Grey's Anatomy - to hear the distinct scratching/fluttering noise of a bat trying to get into the gutter or whatever the hell is up in that corner of the roof over our bedroom.
I heard it and it was COMING TO GET ME and hubby had fallen asleep on the sofa so even as a part of my brain registered that it wasn't actually swooping around my head, I hollered for him anyway. And by holler, I mean a half-scream, half-choking sound escaped from my mouth twice before he came running and by that time a full-fledged panic attack was in play.
As some of you already know, I have an extreme fear of bats. Now that I've heard this sound after several months of feeling a tiny bit of security that the problem was resolved, I'll be spending the rest of the summer and fall not sleeping but instead waiting, knowing somehow, some way those little fuckers will get inside our house and the night terrors will begin again.
Of course, drinking a bucketful of vodka would help ease the anxiety but I don't think that's allowed during pregnancy.
Or is it?
I heard it and it was COMING TO GET ME and hubby had fallen asleep on the sofa so even as a part of my brain registered that it wasn't actually swooping around my head, I hollered for him anyway. And by holler, I mean a half-scream, half-choking sound escaped from my mouth twice before he came running and by that time a full-fledged panic attack was in play.
As some of you already know, I have an extreme fear of bats. Now that I've heard this sound after several months of feeling a tiny bit of security that the problem was resolved, I'll be spending the rest of the summer and fall not sleeping but instead waiting, knowing somehow, some way those little fuckers will get inside our house and the night terrors will begin again.
Of course, drinking a bucketful of vodka would help ease the anxiety but I don't think that's allowed during pregnancy.
Or is it?
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Heartbeat Hooray
We finally, FINALLY got to hear baby's heartbeat. Until I actually heard that swirling-swishyness that is a life, and the tears started streaming down my face, I had not realized just how much it had been bothering me we hadn't been able to hear it at the previous doctor appointments.
It also made me realize how very happy I am that Doodlebug-Bubby and Stinky-feet-Scooter-butt's baby brother or baby sister will be joining our family...Now to come up with a nick-name for this one.
Suggestions anyone?
It also made me realize how very happy I am that Doodlebug-Bubby and Stinky-feet-Scooter-butt's baby brother or baby sister will be joining our family...Now to come up with a nick-name for this one.
Suggestions anyone?
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