I need more coffee and someone to fold my laundry
Today I am thankful for Mark being home and helping me with Greyson- I am drinking my lovely coffee which I enjoy every little sip of my medium timmies- what I allow myself for the day with being pregnant. When I am not pregnant my morning would consist of an XL coffee + Espresso and perhaps another coffee in the afternoon. Now that was with one child I may need to add in some extra coffee and some wine for the next one. Currently Greyson has my keys and is putting them in the vent.. Okay I guess I thought that but Mark just screamed as Greyson was actually attempting to put them in the electrical socket which should have a safety cap in it and it didn't since it was removed and not replaced after cleaning the floors.. but will now that scare almost just happened. And Mark and I are arguing who's fault that is because it was my keys though Mark was on Greyson watch because clearly me sitting here typing is serious business.. and excuses me from all parental responsibilities. Parenting these days consists of me and Mark passing blame back and fourth and a lot of remarks such as "OH SHIT" "GREYSON, NO!" and "WOAH!" and these all may be Greyson first words.
In the background of this lovely argument about Greyson almost plugging my keys in to the electrical socket the Price is right on the TV. One of the prizes was a beautiful trip to South Africa to stay at like a 5 star hotel right on the Ocean and a safari trip and a bunch of goodness- Of course I am thinking wow.. that looks beautiful and Mark goes absolutely not it wouldn't be safe, did you hear about that child who got burned alive there... Im like did you hear about the person that got beat up so badly that they died in our own home town. Makes me crazy when people make comments like that.. the world is terrible and beautiful all at the same time. It doesn't matter where you go.. as long as the country isn't in the middle of a war of course you will have the same chances of safety as long as you are smart about what you are doing and of course prepared for the country you are visiting. Honestly Mark said no thanks to South Africa but then Mexico was the best option... and of course we hear lot's of horrible stories from Mexico.. but that doesn't mean it's not safe to go to. Anyway you know me and how all of that is going through my head and Mark really is not interested in hearing about statistics and all the reasons why I am right and he is wrong. By this point he is like shut the hell up Amy and probably dreaming about being on a beach far far from me and my pregnant hormones bitching all the time and the reality that I am the only one right in ALL situations. Poor guy.. someone needs to kidnap him and give him unlimited amounts of beer.
Okay now Mark claims he is packing up Greyson and they are getting the hell out of here... I feel bad because this morning Mark stayed home instead of going to the gym and doing the things he needs to do because I told him I was going for my sugar test to prescreen for gestational diabetes and this takes some time because you need to do 2 blood tests an hour apart with a disgusting chemical and sugar fuelled juice between these blood tests to ensure your body is processing sugar properly. This hour in between will be spent hoping I don't throw up everywhere.. last time I did this I recall being such a baby that I thought I wouldn't have another baby or go through this again because the thought of drinking that drink again was enough... now I laugh because that was the easiest part prior to being in labour for days.. gaining 40 pounds.. and then having a lovely abdominal surgery to birth the baby followed by not shitting for 2 weeks. But hey that sugar drink was the worst part I guess. I guess the point of all of that was the fact that I am supposed to be doing that right now while I have Mark's help with helping me with Greyson.
I guess I should be on my way now. Currently Mark is sitting on the toilet claiming to be having a shit though he is watching videos and laughing and enjoying his escape.. he says he has to go to the bathroom though I am not convinced he is actually going.. besides is it normal to shit like 10 times a day? I Must be an idiot.. but sitting on a toilet may be more relaxing vs arguing with me.
I better go now.. Greyson has just brought me as many Potatoes as he could fit in his jumper from the pantry and he is now eating one.
Life is such a beautiful disaster.
Have a good day all.
- A xoxoxox
In the background of this lovely argument about Greyson almost plugging my keys in to the electrical socket the Price is right on the TV. One of the prizes was a beautiful trip to South Africa to stay at like a 5 star hotel right on the Ocean and a safari trip and a bunch of goodness- Of course I am thinking wow.. that looks beautiful and Mark goes absolutely not it wouldn't be safe, did you hear about that child who got burned alive there... Im like did you hear about the person that got beat up so badly that they died in our own home town. Makes me crazy when people make comments like that.. the world is terrible and beautiful all at the same time. It doesn't matter where you go.. as long as the country isn't in the middle of a war of course you will have the same chances of safety as long as you are smart about what you are doing and of course prepared for the country you are visiting. Honestly Mark said no thanks to South Africa but then Mexico was the best option... and of course we hear lot's of horrible stories from Mexico.. but that doesn't mean it's not safe to go to. Anyway you know me and how all of that is going through my head and Mark really is not interested in hearing about statistics and all the reasons why I am right and he is wrong. By this point he is like shut the hell up Amy and probably dreaming about being on a beach far far from me and my pregnant hormones bitching all the time and the reality that I am the only one right in ALL situations. Poor guy.. someone needs to kidnap him and give him unlimited amounts of beer.
Okay now Mark claims he is packing up Greyson and they are getting the hell out of here... I feel bad because this morning Mark stayed home instead of going to the gym and doing the things he needs to do because I told him I was going for my sugar test to prescreen for gestational diabetes and this takes some time because you need to do 2 blood tests an hour apart with a disgusting chemical and sugar fuelled juice between these blood tests to ensure your body is processing sugar properly. This hour in between will be spent hoping I don't throw up everywhere.. last time I did this I recall being such a baby that I thought I wouldn't have another baby or go through this again because the thought of drinking that drink again was enough... now I laugh because that was the easiest part prior to being in labour for days.. gaining 40 pounds.. and then having a lovely abdominal surgery to birth the baby followed by not shitting for 2 weeks. But hey that sugar drink was the worst part I guess. I guess the point of all of that was the fact that I am supposed to be doing that right now while I have Mark's help with helping me with Greyson.
I guess I should be on my way now. Currently Mark is sitting on the toilet claiming to be having a shit though he is watching videos and laughing and enjoying his escape.. he says he has to go to the bathroom though I am not convinced he is actually going.. besides is it normal to shit like 10 times a day? I Must be an idiot.. but sitting on a toilet may be more relaxing vs arguing with me.
I better go now.. Greyson has just brought me as many Potatoes as he could fit in his jumper from the pantry and he is now eating one.
Life is such a beautiful disaster.
Have a good day all.
- A xoxoxox
Love love love,
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