Monday, September 28, 2009

Half-Way Point

Today I am officially 20 weeks pregnant. 20 more weeks to go...yay.

Stark Reality #1

I am an emotional person...shocker I know. Well being pregnant only magnifies these emotions a thousand-fold. Even when I was pregnant the last time I don't remember commercials making me want to cry. Take for example; the preview for the new Sandra Bullock movie "Blindside"...gushing tears this morning. Other nonsensical commercials too, it makes me sick. I hate being this emotional. So word to the wise...unless you have a death wish; compliment me...tell me you love my cooking, you think I am a great mother and I am one hot momma. Please don't tell me I am getting fatter, and don't point out that my roots and gray hair are growing in (because you know I can't dye my hair). It will crush me, I promise. You may just be cracking a joke, but believe me, I am not in the mood.

Stark Reality #2

Oh, MY GOD...I am going to have another baby in 20 weeks. Holy crap...I don't know what I am going to do! Right now my son is very demanding, this is a very enjoyable stage, yet very difficult. I LOVE his accomplishments, he's started counting..."One, Two, One, Two, One, Two" It's so stinkin' cute! Or when he tries to sing his ABC's with me, I just love it! But you know what's not cute..the biting, the hitting, the tearing pillows off the couch, smacking my face when I ask for a kiss. It's rough, especially in my emotional state. Then there are the mornings when I want to enjoy my one cup of coffee and relax a moment, it is impossible because he wants to be entertained constantly. So I turn on Noggin...and inevitably I feel guilty that I've turned into one of those mom's who uses TV as a babysitter. What on earth am I going to do when there are two of these attention craving beings?

Now I know a lot of people with 2 or more children, and they all survived, they suffered these moments and are stronger for it. Don't get me wrong we'll be just fine. But right now, this moment, the one thing I desperately need, I cannot have: a HUGE glass of wine, with a big chunk of raw cookie dough...sigh...20 more weeks.

p.s. Sorry and thanks to my wonderful husband who puts up with me being pregnant, emotional, and irrational, I don't know where you get the strength to deal with me, but I love you so much for it!

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