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July 2016 Moms
TattoosandLace
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WTF Wednesday
TattoosandLace
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Share 'em while I'm stuck in the lab. 
Re: WTF Wednesday
I had my first stranger comment on the size of my belly. "Are you sure you're 6 months pregnant? You look like about 3. You're so tiny!" Way to make me feel like I am not growing my baby correctly. Just tell me I look nice and give me cake. Or tacos. She followed that up with asking what my husbands reaction was when I told him (he was with me).... ummmm is it really your business?
He was elated. We made this baby on purpose. We tried for months for this baby. I wanted to comment on the fact that she looked to be about 25, working at walmart, and still wearing her high school class ring, but I kept my tact, smiled, said thank you and walked away.
My WTF is DH. Thought technically this happened yesterday, I'm still fuming about it today...
Hubby works overnights so he wakes up at about 7/8pm usually for his day, just about the time I am on my last legs from working all day and then having to cook and clean at home. DS runs into the bedroom too early (5:30) to say good "morning" to hubby and we all get into bed to cuddle for a few min since DS has been with his bio dad for the past 4 days. Hubby dotes on DS and they goof around and wrestle for awhile while I look on and enjoy. Then BAM! DH turns to me and the only thing he says to me is "So what's for dinner?"
What's for dinner? I wasn't planning on cooking, a-hole, bc you're usually asleep until 8 and I'm already snoozing on the couch. I was going to throw some leftovers in front of the kid and MAYBE if I had the stomach for something I'd throw something down my gullet, too. I wasn't planning to create an effing three course meal. Oh, and by the way....HI NICE TO SEE YOU, TOO.
Oh, and also? The dishes that piled up in the sink over the weekend that you didn't feel the need to jump on are preventing me from being able to move around in my own damned kitchen, so I can cook for YOU. I had planned on ignoring them one more day until I had some actual energy, bc ya know....you might work a really hard, 12 hour a day job, but I'm effing pregnant 24 hours a day AND THAT IS EFFING HARD.
So what did I do? I got up out of bed. I cleaned the dishes out of the sink. I cleaned up the kitchen. And I cooked a nice meal. Why? Honestly....I have no idea. And then he didn't have the decency to compliment the food like he usually does. So I left and pouted on the couch for the rest of the night.
I just wasn't in the mood to do anything and I felt forced to do something and he wasn't appreciative (like he normally is). WTF jerk. READ THE SIGNS.
We didn't announce this pregnancy until I was 20 weeks. I'm 30 weeks today and just last week had someone tell me that she didn't know I was pregnant and wouldn't have guessed that I was. Soooo I'm just getting rounder for no reason? thanks.
Marriage wise it is very difficult. We miss each other a lot and we can't wait for him to be back on 1st shift, it just isn't in the cards right now. We've done this for pretty much the whole 5 years we have had kids and though it sucks, I feel like our marriage is still pretty strong, we just have to work at it.
@joleri23 Exactly what @oandmplus1 said. Typically he tries to get up to see DS off to bed and spend a little time with me before I crash out. He only works max four nights a week though so he tries to readjust his schedule every weekend to be somewhat of a daytimer like me.
I do have to say, it is hard not spending as much time with him as I did before he made the switch, and the constant flipping of his sleep schedule is brutal for him. He can get cranky and tired for no reason, even when it seems like he's had adequate sleep the night before. The biological clock is just off all the time and he struggles. I liken it to the fatigue we feel for no reason just carrying a human inside of us.
When it comes to child care, my mother will watch her one day a week, but the other four days we will have to put LO in daycare because of our opposite schedules, which will also require me to carry the burden of all drop offs and pick ups. His schedule is too unpredictable and "off" to create a routine, which daycares (and I) really need. DS will also have to go to extended day for his elementary school.
The one pro to the schedule is on the days that DH IS home, he can be up with baby while I get more sleep, hopefully stretching baby's sleeping patterns into longer intervals sooner because of that. Other than that it isn't ideal, but we can make it work with some patience and understanding.
Im in graduate school BTW, so it's not like we're talking about a child. This is a grown ass man who doesn't have common courtesy.
The end.
July BMB May Signature Challenge
Married May 16th, 2015
EDD July 1st
July16 May siggy challenge "May the Force be with you"
DD #2: EDD July 2016
DD #2: EDD July 2016
Noon rolls around and not a word from you. Okay, quick text to the landlords has you knocking on my door less than 5 minutes later. You go check the trees out back and are knocking at my door less than 30 seconds later only to tell me a)You will come back at 4 b)there is no way to get the job done today and c)you already sprayed some kind of poison so you needed me to not let the dogs outside until after the job is done some time this weekend.
WHAT?! Thankfully a)I'm willing to go out with my dogs and keep them out of trouble and b)my dogs actually listen to me when I tell them to stay in one part of the yard so they don't get poisoned. I inform you (again) that I am not the homeowner or the one paying you, so you need to call my landlord to give this info to them. An hour later my landlord texts to ask how it's going. You clearly didn't call them and give them a heads up, so I let them know what you told me. They call you to find out WTF you are doing, and you tell them that I should expect you between 2:30 and 3:00 p.m. It's now 4:00 p.m.
My only consolation is that if/when you come tomorrow, I won't be here to keep all 3 of my dogs from going absolutely apeshit at my back door. I hope you feel really fucking uncomfortable being in my backyard tomorrow. I'm also asking my retired neighbor to watch you like a fucking hawk, between him and his security cameras we should be able to pinpoint exactly when you showed up to work so that you can't lie about your hours, you unreliable dickwad.
Thanks.
The pieces finally came together when my underwear started chaffing me because I walked for an eternity and they were damp.
I got chub rub from my pee soaked underwear. Super. Someone take me out back and shoot me please?!?!
Little boy due July 31st 2016
Example:
Are you sure that heartburn/reflux is pregnancy related? That never happened to me when I was pregnant.
Good for you man, good for you.