the random. bad dreams and kitchen sinks.
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same_skyToday has been somewhat on the unpleasant side, because I had what is probably the worst dream of my entire life last night, and I have had some difficulty in getting it out of my head. I got up on the metaphorical wrong side of the bed (after I called M in expressly to list all of my complaints: headache, bad dream, hip pain, Wednesday, work, tired, needed to pee, hurts to get up, hot, stiff neck, etc) and by the time I finally started feeling better, I remembered something else about said dream. I was heading back to work after lunch at the time and then I had a miniature panic attack complete with tears. It was not good.
I am, however, giving Ducky a raise in her allowance because she has been an exceptionally good baby today, and she has kicked and thumped and shifted and rolled and had hiccups (that makes her mad) and stretched all day long. And, her mother rather needed all that reassurance that everything is okay--if you needed any direction as to what kind of bad dream I had.
Anyway, I shall now endeavor to be much more shallow before I start dwelling on this again. Our shower is on Saturday, and I am not in a Cute Phase of pregnancy anymore. I looked Cutely Pregnant for a week or two, but now I rather look like I've been sleeping in a greasy ditch somewhere, as I am worn-looking, my skin is broken out, I am wearing the same clothes over and over and my hair looks really funny. (Might help if I actually fixed it, to be fair.) Also, did my nose grow?? Am not sure how the nose item relates to the ditch, don't follow my analogy too far. I don't really think it did grow, actually, but I caught an angle in the mirror yesterday that made me question it. I would really like to return to the Cutely Pregnant stage now just so I don't hate the pictures from my baby shower. On the other hand, I said something that was so completely down on myself the other day that M laughed until he was breathless. Maybe I'm just in the Overly Critical stage, that would be better than the Greasy Ditch phase. I'm used to the Overly Critical lifestyle.
My hands and feet are perpetually swollen now, too, which means that I have only one pair of shoes that I can wear to work, which means that I only have two pairs of pants that I can wear now instead of three. I did, however, realize that I could actually wear my diamond ring, because it's a bit bigger than the solid band--the two sort of equal each other out. What's interesting (to me) about this is that the diamond is actually my wedding ring and the band is my engagement ring, because we got engaged the Swedish way. I have never gotten the chance to wear just the diamond like I would have if we were engaged the American way, and I always kind of missed that. Pretty nifty that I'm getting to do it now... even if people just think I'm engaged instead of married. I felt really naked the two days I didn't wear either of them, though, so hopefully I won't swell any more and I can keep wearing one of them.
My husband is at Lowe's right now because our kitchen sink fell apart. How can a kitchen sink just fall apart? I have been telling him for weeks that there was something leaking, because we keep a bag for aluminum cans under there, and the bottom of the bag was wet. He disbelieved me after a cursory look at the bag showed that it was no longer wet. Yesterday, I thrust the wet bag at him and proved that it WAS leaking, so he investigated and found out thatmost importantly, I WAS RIGHT ALL ALONG the seal on the left side wasn't tight enough. He started fixing it this evening, but discovered that he needed to go to Lowe's for.. whatever it was he needed. The right sink was still functional, though. OR SO WE THOUGHT. No, the right sink decided that it was time to just have a general breakdown underneath, and the whole thing just began collapsing. It was the weirdest thing.This is what owning a house is like. You decide to focus a tiny bit of time and attention on a project, and spontaneously, the rest of the thing collapses so you have to figure out wtf happened there and why and how to fix it before you can even get around to that tiny repair. That part is fixed now, though, and hopefully the other sink will be fixed when he gets home. He is handy and smart!
And I am going to go sew now. I wanted to post early tonight because I accidentally fell asleep at nine last night on the couch without posting, because I pestered my dear husband into showering me with attention. I was feeling (particularly) needy with M, or rather, I am feeling particularly needy of late. It's a hard thing to express, though, because it feels to me like I am saying, "Husband of mine, would you mind taking a break from all of these other fifty things you are doing for me because I am too fat and awkward and delicate to do myself and lavish me with attention and maybe play with my hair?" I don't know. When I put it like that I just feel strangely selfish somehow. He, of course, just laughed at me because really, I know that I'm not that bad, and it's not like he hates sitting on the couch with me watching television. My mom called while I was asleep, and she laughed at me (to M) because I go to bed with the chickens. So, I called her at 9:30 this morning and woke her up. HA! There is a whole other issue in this regarding working/not working that is a family joke/not-really-joke, but I get up hours before she does every day, AND I'm eight months pregnant. I think I can go to bed an hour early now and then. ;)
I am, however, giving Ducky a raise in her allowance because she has been an exceptionally good baby today, and she has kicked and thumped and shifted and rolled and had hiccups (that makes her mad) and stretched all day long. And, her mother rather needed all that reassurance that everything is okay--if you needed any direction as to what kind of bad dream I had.
Anyway, I shall now endeavor to be much more shallow before I start dwelling on this again. Our shower is on Saturday, and I am not in a Cute Phase of pregnancy anymore. I looked Cutely Pregnant for a week or two, but now I rather look like I've been sleeping in a greasy ditch somewhere, as I am worn-looking, my skin is broken out, I am wearing the same clothes over and over and my hair looks really funny. (Might help if I actually fixed it, to be fair.) Also, did my nose grow?? Am not sure how the nose item relates to the ditch, don't follow my analogy too far. I don't really think it did grow, actually, but I caught an angle in the mirror yesterday that made me question it. I would really like to return to the Cutely Pregnant stage now just so I don't hate the pictures from my baby shower. On the other hand, I said something that was so completely down on myself the other day that M laughed until he was breathless. Maybe I'm just in the Overly Critical stage, that would be better than the Greasy Ditch phase. I'm used to the Overly Critical lifestyle.
My hands and feet are perpetually swollen now, too, which means that I have only one pair of shoes that I can wear to work, which means that I only have two pairs of pants that I can wear now instead of three. I did, however, realize that I could actually wear my diamond ring, because it's a bit bigger than the solid band--the two sort of equal each other out. What's interesting (to me) about this is that the diamond is actually my wedding ring and the band is my engagement ring, because we got engaged the Swedish way. I have never gotten the chance to wear just the diamond like I would have if we were engaged the American way, and I always kind of missed that. Pretty nifty that I'm getting to do it now... even if people just think I'm engaged instead of married. I felt really naked the two days I didn't wear either of them, though, so hopefully I won't swell any more and I can keep wearing one of them.
My husband is at Lowe's right now because our kitchen sink fell apart. How can a kitchen sink just fall apart? I have been telling him for weeks that there was something leaking, because we keep a bag for aluminum cans under there, and the bottom of the bag was wet. He disbelieved me after a cursory look at the bag showed that it was no longer wet. Yesterday, I thrust the wet bag at him and proved that it WAS leaking, so he investigated and found out that
And I am going to go sew now. I wanted to post early tonight because I accidentally fell asleep at nine last night on the couch without posting, because I pestered my dear husband into showering me with attention. I was feeling (particularly) needy with M, or rather, I am feeling particularly needy of late. It's a hard thing to express, though, because it feels to me like I am saying, "Husband of mine, would you mind taking a break from all of these other fifty things you are doing for me because I am too fat and awkward and delicate to do myself and lavish me with attention and maybe play with my hair?" I don't know. When I put it like that I just feel strangely selfish somehow. He, of course, just laughed at me because really, I know that I'm not that bad, and it's not like he hates sitting on the couch with me watching television. My mom called while I was asleep, and she laughed at me (to M) because I go to bed with the chickens. So, I called her at 9:30 this morning and woke her up. HA! There is a whole other issue in this regarding working/not working that is a family joke/not-really-joke, but I get up hours before she does every day, AND I'm eight months pregnant. I think I can go to bed an hour early now and then. ;)
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Date: 2007-04-05 01:33 am (UTC)You're growing a baby--you can be needy! There's nothing M can ever do to make up for even a tiny bit of the whole pregancy/birth thing (ok, so there are things he could do, but hopefully he will never have to be dipped in hot oil or have all his fingers broken). *nod* I know he's a great guy. So is Mike. It is just a fact that pregnancy is The Suck.
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Date: 2007-04-05 02:23 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-05 02:00 am (UTC)*hugs*
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Date: 2007-04-05 02:20 am (UTC)hey lady
Date: 2007-04-05 02:05 am (UTC)1. i was in wilson's nursery today and i saw something that reminded me of you....(click and it will give you a bigger photo)
2. ask your man if he remembers the person that checked him out at lowe's. my birthmom works there.... she has long blond hair, is in her mid-50's, lots of freckles, blue eyes, and her name is cathy....
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Date: 2007-04-05 02:19 am (UTC)Apparently it was a man with tattoos. Fun trivia, though. :)
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Date: 2007-04-05 02:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-04-05 11:30 pm (UTC)I did love it when Dylann got the hiccups though. Kids used to pay me to feel the baby bounce. Hahaha!