So my goal was to write every single day for thirty days in a row and I fucked it up on day ... drum roll please ... day three! Oops. Normally I would beat myself up for failing my goal so quickly but I'm not because I spent last night making a tutu for my daughter (Productive!! Yay!).Normally I could blame drinking beer and say that I forgot or fell asleep but since finding out about this baby I have not drank a drop of alcohol. My mind is clear and frankly I'm so damn tired as it is I think any amount of alcohol would all the more facilitate my trip to nighty-night . (I'm waking every morning between 4:30 and 5 AM because I've been going to be so early because I'm so exhausted! The later I try to stay up the earlier I end up going to sleep.)
At this point I'm wondering if hubby has an idea as to what is going on. Let's list the ways that he could possibly know:
- I yawn constantly.
- I bitch about waking up so early because I cannot stay awake at night.
- I've said several times "I don't need any stress right now. I'm just trying to relax and stay very calm because I just cannot be stressed out right now." (duh!)
- He keeps trying to make plans for around when I'm due to which I am forced to give a vague "Hmm. Mumble, mumble, grumble. Maybe babe. Grumble, mumble . . ."
- I haven't bitched about my period at all.
- He keeps trying to spend money on things like guns. Don't get me wrong, I fucking LOVE guns. But, when I'm about to be faced with a few thousand dollars in hospital bills . . . guns can wait for a minute. Anyway, this forces me to say "Hmm. There are so many other things we could spend money on right now."
- I kicked our "baby" (our youngest) out of her crib and into a big girl bed within a matter of days of getting a positive pregnancy result.
- I've been stressing to hubby the need to get our "baby" out of diapers ASAP. He's like "Relax! We have time!" Grumble, grumble, mumble.
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