Monday, July 21, 2014

The Unexpected

Some things in life you can't predict. I guess there isn't much you can really, except for maybe the weather and what might happen on your favorite tv show.

Unfortunately we aren't all Sylvia Brown's so we don't get a mental email alerting us to what our future may hold. Though I doubt that's really what it's like for her.

BUT I guess that's what life is all about right? The surprises. I don't necessarily want to know how the next 10 years of my life go, but I wouldn't mind a cliff notes version as to where I may end up and what path I should take (especially in my career).

But life isn't a novel or a movie or a tv show where no one has to go to the bathroom, do their make up or fix their hair. Unfortunately I don't wake up wearing make up though I'm sure that would be nice for my husband since he has to deal with the zombie-like mess that wakes up next to him. And I don't get out of the shower with make up already on, but that would be nice too. I seriously hate when they do that in the movies. NO woman looks that damn good when they get out of the shower. For example, I have a raccoon eyes from my mascara that just lingers around my eyes. #reallifetalk

It's just the way it is.

BUT again life is not a movie and I don't make out with Ryan Gosling in the rain when he tells me he's written me love letters for a year and I never got 'em, which is kind of a bummer. But on the flipside I married better than Ryan Gosling. I know women are rolling their eyes like "psh yeah right," but my husband is a total hottie, which is why we are in this mess.

LIFE is all about the surprises... the unexpected.

So what's the point of all this rambling nonsense?

Well my life has been turned upside a down, hence this thing I'm about to say is a huge deal and a huge part as to why I've been a complete basket case, 51 50 Amanda Bynes maniac lately. And will explain my lack of posts and the true chaos of how my life has been the past few weeks...








I'm totes for reals.

I found out Memorial Day weekend.

So White Baby #2 is on the way. Enter stress here.

Can you believe it? I sure as hell can't. I mean I just started getting my office in shape and now I'm going to lose it because we will need space for the baby, which I'm cool with. I mean I did want a second child eventually, just NOW wasn't exactly ideal.

Needless to say, I had already been down, but this threw me for a bigger loop. I'm down about my weight, but I'm going to get bigger and fatter because that's what prego women do.

The job sitch is still the same. No luck.

I've been nauseated for this pretty much for the last two months and I can't seem to shake it.

Welcome to the first trimester. It effin blows.

So I'm a mess. A legit mess. But I am excited for a new baby. I miss the stages of life where your child lays on your chest and relaxes in mommy's arms. My two year old does everything BUT that. He's definitely developed a resistance to doing what I say. But I try to stick to my guns. He doesn't want to give me kisses or hugs or love as much as he used to, but he's all over Klay's nuts when he gets home. And that's good. I mean he loves his dad, but I get to be the bad cop in the whole good cop/bad cop shtick.

But when he does come up and hug me, it's the unexpected hugs and kisses that make your heart melt.

And I haven't been exactly a ball of fun these days. And I know Brody can see that and that hurts.

But Klay and I did go to the doctor and all looks good with baby #2. And there is only ONE baby in there.

Remember when I said I went to the ER? Well, it was because I'd been vomiting for more than 24 hours, and couldn't keep any fluids down, plus I couldn't pee, which for me and my itsy bitsy bladder (which is now a ca-zillion times worse since I'm prego again) is unusual and meant I was dehydrated.

We went to the ER and they gave me medicine through an IV that helped me with the nausea and I got some fluids in my system too. We also got to see the baby again. It was twice as big as it was the last time we saw it and it was kicking and moving around like crazy. That made me feel better that the baby was OK.

I also had a bout with constipation (I know TMI, but it's pregnancy woes so deal with it) the week before and then I had sinus crud and a sore throat on top of that. And to top that week off, I puked in a Lowe's parking lot right in front of Whataburger drive thru which had a line of cars staring as a got sick in the lot.

Klay was like "Do you want to move over here so the people at Whataburger aren't staring?"

"I don't care," I mumbled.

"Tough shit," I thought. "I'm pregnant. They just have to deal."

But Klay bent down in front of me and patted me on the back and comforted me to block those people from staring and thinking I got too drunk from the night before though it was just pregnancy sickness.

Then three days later, my grandpa passed away. We just had a LOT of stuff go wrong the past few weeks. And I have felt like poo for wayyyyy too long and then a death in the family... it's been rough. I'm ready to feel good again.

So there it is... this big secret I've been hiding for two and a half months.

Brody is going to be a big brother!

I can already tell this kid is going to give me hell. Cause I've literally gotten sick like 4-6 times a day. I've been absolutely miserable and too nauseated to be on the computer. I finally got some better nausea meds which have seemed to help me out the past week or so.

Now I'm 12 weeks prego and ready to kiss the first trimester goodbye and I'll be crossing my fingers this nausea goes along with it.

The truth is finally out there. Sorry I've been so miserable that I haven't blogged. I'll try to get back on track. But now you finally know why I've been a crazy, non-social person the last few months!

The truth has set me free.