So remember when I FIRST got knocked up, and was all “I can’t write in my blog! Even though I love it! Because that will jinx me!”? And then, haha, I took a bazillion pregnancy tests and they all said “YOU ARE PREGNANT, DOOFUS” so I had no real reason to not write.
Although, I think I only wrote once.
Well NOW let me introduce you to an even better reason to ignore my blog which I love. I call it Amazing Projectile Vomiting and sometimes Woe, Woe, I’m Glad The Baby Is Healthy, But Woe.
Seriously, have lost TEN POUNDS so far. I would have LOVED to lose ten pounds before now! I tried! Really hard!
Yesterday? I had to go be on an interview panel for work? And about twenty-ish minutes beforehand, I was spewing green beans like a demon-posessed person. There may have been green beans in my hair. Needless to say, ever morning I wake up feeling EVEN WORSE and so every morning I begin to feel a little bit sorrier for myself.
This morning I got up (got up again, actually, since I had some serious insomnia all night) and asked my darling husband to make me some malt-o-meal. Because I now actively plan my morning meals around what will be fairly easy to handle when I throw it up. Joey faithfully followed the instructions on the box, although he could not find a tablespoon measure or the salt, and didn’t know which bowls were microwaveable. This SHOULD NOT bother me! He never does anything in the kitchen, and is BEING NICE TO ME. But did that stop me from being bothered? Obviously not. By the time he wanted to know how much butter to mix into the finished product, and didn’t find “Just a slice” specific enough, I snapped at him. And he snapped back. And I started to defend my snapping (I think I had a vaguely formed idea that this showed that he was NOT HELPFUL) but then realized that I was making no sense. So I said, “I’m sure you’re right, and I’m sure I’m being a jerk, but right now I-” and then burst into tears and fled the room.
And Joey came and held me, and asked if it was all just too hard right now, and yes it WAS! And then my crying made me throw up, so there may have been some sobbing/vomiting, in my bathrobe and with my messy hair, and yet he still did love me, despite my not-so-alluring appearance.
And then I composed myself, and we cuddled on the couch and watched TWO episodes of Shear Genius, which he was to all appearances fascinated by. Because that is just how much my husband rocks.
Now he is grocery shopping, all by himself, because the thought of entering a grocery store makes me weak. As does the thought of doing the dishes, but I will do THAT today. I WILL.
Ugh. He just called to say that Wal-Mart doesn’t have a lot of the stuff on my list. Because I always go to Kroger. Because Wal-Mart is a soul killing place, and also doesn’t have stuff. And no, he doesn’t really feel like going somewhere else to get the rest of the things on the list. So let me just take a moment to regain those warm fuzzy feelings that were spurring me on to write this post.
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Lets hope he remembers to get fresh flowers. I didn’t put them on the list, but he KNOWS that I always buy flowers, and he even usually writes them on my grocery lists for me. Lets hope.
