I have been having horrible nightmares. Last night I was attacked by a large coyote/wolf creature that resembled beast from Beauty and the Beast. The night before I dreamed some guy was trying to sexually assault me.
IF DX: DOR & Fragile X pre-mutation carrier
2011: FSH 13.3 & E 99; AMH 0.54
2nd FSH 6.2 E 40's AFC: 8
BFP from Clomid/IUI ~ Pre-e and IUGR during pregnancy ~ DS born 9/4/12
Feb./March 2013: AMH less than 0.16 (undectable) and AFC = 4; BFP from supps ~ DS#2 due May 2014
I plan on working about 25% of my day today. It's a slow day and I've worked my ass off this week. The other 75% will be spent on here with you bitches
I have been having horrible nightmares. Last night I was attacked by a large coyote/wolf creature that resembled beast from Beauty and the Beast. The night before I dreamed some guy was trying to sexually assault me.
I had that same dream last night after watching the news and there apparently being a repeat sexual assailant/rapist out and about in the Cypress area. Not my area, but still. Yoiks. Hide yo kids, hide yo wife.
My husband has been gone all week for work and I've not cleaned the kitchen at all. I also haven't washed a single bit of clothes.
Another...my sister's baby shower is tomorrow. I am supposed to make a diaper cake and haven't even started. I should have started last night but it was cold, and the box of diapers were outside in my car and I just didn't want to go out. Guess I'll be pulling an all-nighter on a damn diaper cake!
I haven't fully cleaned my house in at least six months. I clean the kitchen, living room and bathrooms at least once a week. I dust our bedroom and DDs room probably once a month. That leaves the basement, guest room, entry way and stairs pretty neglected. I haven't had a top to bottom, fully clean house in a loong time.
I work from home full-time and my Mom is watching DD today. I'm stuck on a 2-hour conference call, but managed to just give myself a fancy little pedicure, while paying attention to the webex and taking notes from the call. I'm also running loads of wash so I can get the bed made and clothes put away before DH gets home from his work trip this evening. Oh, and I'm chatting on skype with DH, from 35,000 feet while he's on his way to ATL and I'm still stuck on this damn call. Free Delta Wifi rocks.
Multi-taking at it's finest ladies! I haven't been this productive in months.
We went grocery shopping the day before yesterday. DH bought chocolate chips for him. Well by yesterday afternoon I ate the entire bag...on my own. O.o So he gets home an after dinner he asks for them so he can snack...I lied to him and told him the lady at the store must of forgot to bag them, or that we might of forgotten to actually buy them. Lol. Whoops!
I have "meant" to clean my house every day for like two weeks now and it has yet to happen.
This is me too. Every night on the way home I tell myself "tonight is the night I clean/make a well balanced dinner/do laundry!!" And yet every night I end up on the couch watching TV and eating takeout.
Last night I had a sex dream about Miley Cyrus. Thanks, fuckers.
I'm honestly jealous. I'm not even sleeping well enough to have dreams. At this point, I'd be tickled if I had a sex dream about bear fucking (Supertroopers anyone?).
The other day I bought a huge bag of cheese doodles. I ate half and then hid the other half from DH, partly in shame, mostly because I didn't want to share. I ate the other half yesterday when he was at work and hid the empty bag so he doesn't see it in the garbage. No shame...
I work from home full-time and my Mom is watching DD today. I'm stuck on a 2-hour conference call, but managed to just give myself a fancy little pedicure, while paying attention to the webex and taking notes from the call. I'm also running loads of wash so I can get the bed made and clothes put away before DH gets home from his work trip this evening. Oh, and I'm chatting on skype with DH, from 35,000 feet while he's on his way to ATL and I'm still stuck on this damn call. Free Delta Wifi rocks.
Multi-taking at it's finest ladies! I haven't been this productive in months.
Shhhhh, don't let my husband find out that this is possible. I multi-task while on conference calls by disconnecting my VPN, catching up on TB and reading blogs.
That box of Cheez It's I opened yesterday? Gone. No, I didn't share. I am however, rationing my red velvet cupcakes so they last as long as possible. By rationing, I really mean eating one at every 1st meal (1st breakfast, 1st lunch, 1st dinner) because let's be honest, I'm eating at least 6 meals a day.
Oh, and DH came home early from work yesterday, as in he was home before I was. First, that's weird. Second, The time between me getting home from work and him getting home from work is when I veg out on my couch, and catch up on what happened on TB and FB in the 20 minutes it took me to get home while snuggling with my dog. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I took a shower. Don't come home early! It throws me off!
Being TG is getting way harder this time than it was last time. I was packing up all of Beb's 6 month clothes to store last night and thinking IF I knew I wouldn't I have to make room for these 0-6 month socks, I could just keep them out... I've been doing this with a lot of things... if I knew, then... Most of them are just as dumb as the socks.
I know I want that moment again and I really do love not knowing but dammit I want to know what kind of my squishy baby i'm getting!
That thread about the devil baby got me thinking...
I already call my unborn son a little shit. Kids can be little shits and knowing he is going to be a combination of me and DH I for see many years of trouble ahead.
I of course will never call him a little shit to his face, well probably not till he is in highschool...
I call my kids "little turds" to their face. They think it's hilarious. I reserve "little shit" for behind their backs, though. The one in my belly has yet to piss me off that bad. YET.
Yesterday I made a batch of cookies. DH is on a diet so I had to eat half of them and hide the rest. And binge watch Teen Mom 2.
I made a fairly large order of maternity clothes off target.com 2 days ago and didn't tell DH, and yesterday I got an unexpected check from a class action lawsuit I completely forgot I was apart of. DH told me I hadn't bought myself anything in a while and I could go ahead and buy whatever I wanted. Thanks honey!
I usually don't crave or eat sweets and just pig out on salty stuff. My MIL has a "problem" with eating too many sweets. She is also gluten free. She also likes to tell me I am huge and that I should give it a rest when I eat a snack after dinner. Well, last night I brought home the cookie butter and H started making a big deal about how good it was and she was all over it. "Oh! What's in it?!" She rushed over and practically grabbed the jar from me. It was a little sad to see her so disappointed, but my inner bitch was secretly:
I feel like I have a lot to confess this week, which is weird because I haven't done a damn thing lately.
To start- the stupid doctor (who makes me feel like talking to a high school science student would be more helpful) finally called me back. After telling him how much pain I'm still in he says, "Well why don't you try taking TWO of the norcos and see if that helps." I flipped out. This has been a month now, two weeks of being on pain killers, which has been making me more nervous than anything. They are a very low dose but regardless. My confession...? My angry response to the "just take two instead of one" was "YES I'VE TRIED TAKING TWO. I'VE TAKEN 4 AT ONCE AND THAT DIDN'T DO SHIT EITHER." And then very politely said, "So, can we please figure something else out that doesn't require me drugging myself and my unborn baby?"
He got nervous and said he would call my OB and come up with a "plan".
Mind you- this is the same dipshit doctor that held me and my mother captive in his office at my appointment last week explaining his thoughts on how no pregnant women should work, especially past 20 weeks. He stated men are lazy and compared them to lions, always forcing women to take care of them. He is a freakin' weird-o.
This is so long. I'm so irritated. I have no idea what I confessed. I was prescribed 90 tablets of low dose norcos a mere 11 days ago and only have 7 left. They don't work for shit. Just make me sleepy. Sometimes.
I know we agreed not to judge other people's parenting, but for some reason it makes me irrationally mad when I see kids with dirty faces in public. Not at a restaurant, but for example, we just came home from a play group at the library and there was a little girl about 3 who had crusted reddish orange sauce or something on her face and chin. Wipe your kid's face! It probably didn't help that when she pushed one kid to the ground and then dragged DS by the arm across the floor, her mother had the balls to yell at both kids involved that they had to learn to play nice. Really, bitch?
I'm going to run and hide after I post this. But what does FFFC stand for?
I'm just asking I'm sorry!!!!!
-runs-
Please don't bash me.
Flame Free Friday Confession. or Friday Flame Free Confession? maybe I shouldnt be answering this...
LOL you got it. I have more fun not knowing the acronyms than when I do. Making shit up can be hilarious, but I never let my odd thoughts be known. You all would have me committed 8-}
I know we agreed not to judge other people's parenting, but for some reason it makes me irrationally mad when I see kids with dirty faces in public. Not at a restaurant, but for example, we just came home from a play group at the library and there was a little girl about 3 who had crusted reddish orange sauce or something on her face and chin. Wipe your kid's face! It probably didn't help that when she pushed one kid to the ground and then dragged DS by the arm across the floor, her mother had the balls to yell at both kids involved that they had to learn to play nice. Really, bitch?
The last part of this - I fucking HATE when parents/teachers do this. When it is visibly obvious that one child was in the wrong, completely unprovoked, but still scold and discipline both children. How does that teach either kid a damn thing? The PITA kid sees that they can get away with whatever the hell they want because the other one will just get in trouble too. The other kid, the "princess" child, will just punch him back next time since they're going to get in trouble anyway. At least I hope they punch him.
I only wash my hair once a week. (What up naturally curly hair!) I get it wet daily in the shower and then put product in it.
Now that I'm pregnant, I may have forgotten to wash last week. And maybe the weekend before. Basically, my hair may or may not have at least 2 weeks of Paul Mitchell Sculpting Foam in it right now.
I know we agreed not to judge other people's parenting, but for some reason it makes me irrationally mad when I see kids with dirty faces in public. Not at a restaurant, but for example, we just came home from a play group at the library and there was a little girl about 3 who had crusted reddish orange sauce or something on her face and chin. Wipe your kid's face! It probably didn't help that when she pushed one kid to the ground and then dragged DS by the arm across the floor, her mother had the balls to yell at both kids involved that they had to learn to play nice. Really, bitch?
I can't stand dirty faces either! If my kid is done eating I will be wiping his face before we go anywhere. It just grosses me out.
And that little girl sounds like a little shit but really that'd piss me off too. If I was the other kids mom I would have probably told her off.
Can we all agree that unless your daughter actually married a prince she is NOT a princess. Just a regular ol' peasant girl like the rest of us. Ugh gross!
I don't want my child to be an angel. That'd be boring, it would indicate a lack in personality and sass, and most importantly... who would my partner and I secretly roll our eyes at? A regular kid who acts jerky sometimes is fine with me.
Can we all agree that unless your daughter actually married a prince she is NOT a princess. Just a regular ol' peasant girl like the rest of us. Ugh gross!
I have a daughter and I hate princess or diva. No, your a sweet little girl, most the time lol.
Tonight is the first night in a very very very long time that I have had completely alone and I will be buying junk food and eating all of it and watching crap tv even though I should be cleaning my house with no one to track stuff behind me. No shame in sitting on my ass in silence!
I don't want my child to be an angel. That'd be boring, it would indicate a lack in personality and sass, and most importantly... who would my partner and I secretly roll our eyes at? A regular kid who acts jerky sometimes is fine with me.
One of my daughters friends in preschool is perfect. I'd be concerned. She's obsessed with rules and acts more like a 40 year old than a 3 year old. She's very sweet, but like a robot.
Re: FFFC
2011: FSH 13.3 & E 99; AMH 0.54 2nd FSH 6.2 E 40's AFC: 8
BFP from Clomid/IUI ~ Pre-e and IUGR during pregnancy ~ DS born 9/4/12
Feb./March 2013: AMH less than 0.16 (undectable) and AFC = 4;
BFP from supps ~ DS#2 due May 2014
May 2014 January Siggy Challenge:
Nora - 10.26.12
Henry - 5.9.14
Multi-taking at it's finest ladies! I haven't been this productive in months.
if my coworker calls me NN the Preggo Eggo one more time today i might throat punch him.
i intend to do nothing at either job today. my back hurts, i'm tired, and it's friday. i've checked out.
09/23/11 - Married DH
04/01/13 - BFP at 4wks
05/30/13 - MMC - BO @ 12wks 5d
08/29/13 - BFP @ 4wks 4d
09/17/13 - 7wks 2d - Normal HB Detected! Baby measuring perfect for dates and positioning!
10/23/13 - 12wks 3d - Perfect NT scan! HB 167 & baby wriggling, waving & yawning!
12/17/13 - 20wks 2 d - We're having a beautiful baby girl! Go Team Pink!
05/03/14 - Bobbie Gloria was born at 39+6 weighing 6lb 14oz!
Oh, and DH came home early from work yesterday, as in he was home before I was. First, that's weird. Second, The time between me getting home from work and him getting home from work is when I veg out on my couch, and catch up on what happened on TB and FB in the 20 minutes it took me to get home while snuggling with my dog. I didn't know what to do with myself, so I took a shower. Don't come home early! It throws me off!
I don't own a smartphone. (gasp!)
I already call my unborn son a little shit. Kids can be little shits and knowing he is going to be a combination of me and DH I for see many years of trouble ahead.
I of course will never call him a little shit to his face, well probably not till he is in highschool...
I'm just asking I'm sorry!!!!!
-runs-
Please don't bash me.
To start- the stupid doctor (who makes me feel like talking to a high school science student would be more helpful) finally called me back. After telling him how much pain I'm still in he says, "Well why don't you try taking TWO of the norcos and see if that helps." I flipped out. This has been a month now, two weeks of being on pain killers, which has been making me more nervous than anything. They are a very low dose but regardless. My confession...? My angry response to the "just take two instead of one" was "YES I'VE TRIED TAKING TWO. I'VE TAKEN 4 AT ONCE AND THAT DIDN'T DO SHIT EITHER." And then very politely said, "So, can we please figure something else out that doesn't require me drugging myself and my unborn baby?"
He got nervous and said he would call my OB and come up with a "plan".
Mind you- this is the same dipshit doctor that held me and my mother captive in his office at my appointment last week explaining his thoughts on how no pregnant women should work, especially past 20 weeks. He stated men are lazy and compared them to lions, always forcing women to take care of them. He is a freakin' weird-o.
This is so long. I'm so irritated. I have no idea what I confessed. I was prescribed 90 tablets of low dose norcos a mere 11 days ago and only have 7 left. They don't work for shit. Just make me sleepy. Sometimes.
Edit: I can't spell for shit either.
I knew it was confessions I just didn't know what the FFF was.
I only wash my hair once a week. (What up naturally curly hair!) I get it wet daily in the shower and then put product in it.
Now that I'm pregnant, I may have forgotten to wash last week. And maybe the weekend before. Basically, my hair may or may not have at least 2 weeks of Paul Mitchell Sculpting Foam in it right now.
Still looks great.
And that little girl sounds like a little shit