Love, Marriage, and Sleep Deprivation May 29, 2008

Ok so, we will forget for a moment that I have nothing really entertaining to talk about today and I am just going to write. It may be a little blathery but what the hell, those of you who will actually read it will forgive me or move on to someone else’s blathering instead.

Shortly before my my blog hiatus the Old Man lost his very cool, very grown up job. He didn’t “loose it” per se. He knows where it is but, if he goes there someone else will be doing it for him. So for a while now he has been working Graveyards at a shiny new, very well paying, and not so appetizing job and it sucks. This new job is strenuous, I can see him coming home from work exhausted and beat up and well, Old Man is stubborn and he does not seem to want to commit to a regular sleeping pattern. He might want to but he is finding it difficult (I cannot blame him, I could never do Graveyards). It comes down to this… sometimes he sleeps and sometimes not so much. As a general rule when he is getting a full 6-8 hours of sleep per day he is sort of grumpy naturally. It is endearing and what can I say… I love the old curmudgeon. With not so very much sleep… he is sort of… well, he is kind of a temperamental badger, or a wolverine perhaps… with really sharp teeth and maybe a porcupine quill stuck up his arse. Love him as I do, my pregnant and hormonal ass has not been overly helpful here. There is a lot of snipping going on at our house these days.

Anyways, after a couple of months of graveyard shifts, these fools he works for are going to mix it up a bit and do half graveyards and half 2^nd shifts. I am stuck between thinking this will help with the sleep dilemma and thinking holy hell, I am never going to see my husband! I am hoping this will bring my dear husband some relief. I am hoping that we will someday be able to share an evening together that does not consist of A. me falling asleep on him mid conversation B. Him falling asleep during another episode of Family Guy and C. feeling guilty that we finally have an evening together and both of us would rather be sleeping than doing anything else that might be made more entertaining due to pregnancy. Grrr.

No solutions here but time and patience. We have been together long enough to know that this too shall pass. It will get different, it always does. In the mean time, I miss my Old Man and I wish we were independently wealthy and we could both stay home all day and do things made more entertaining by pregnancy… a lot.

Missing in Action INDEED… May 28, 2008

I know, I know, my last post said I was going to try hard to post regularly. Well, I lied, I do that it is just the kind of blogger I am.

A friend of mine (IRL) mentioned that it had been 40 some odd days since IU had last blogged. First I was surprised that anyone had noticed and then it got me motivated to post again. You see what happened was, somehow I broke Word Press or something and was unable to post for a while and then once it was working again, I would try to write out a post and it just seemed I had nothing of any value to say. Every time I would spew this darkness and venom, then I would hit delete and vow to myself I would try again the next day. Hey if it was making me sick of myself, I could not justify subjecting you all to the gloom & doom. (See I'm a good friend like that.)

So, I am back (at least this week) and here is the thing... baby is growing fabulously. She is kicking in all the right places and a few I was not sure were possible (Yep, I said SHE!!!). I am healthy; baby Girl appears to also be healthy and I am mostly in good spirits. Stay tuned, I change moods at the drop of a hat.

Mogo lost out on the name game... Lampie was just too much for us to stomach, Eyeball was just preposterous, and Apple had already been taken by Gwenyth & Chris. Old Man & I decided on the name Charlotte Layne. We will probably call her Charlie though. Mogo thinks that it is ridiculous to call a girl by a boys name and she vows to never call her Charlie "EVER!" She feels very strongly about this but alas, she does not get a vote. Aside from the name drama, Mogo is terribly excited. She talks to the baby and insists on kissing the baby (i.e. my belly) good bye any time I leave. She has so many questions about the baby's development and we talk a lot about when she was in my tummy. It is a pretty cool time for us when I can stay out of my head that is.

So, little one is scheduled to join us the first week in September if all goes as it should, only 14 more weeks to go and yes, I am holding my breath.