Friday, July 18, 2014
So I did it. I had my first major and hopefully last pregnancy meltdown. I have 6 max guaranteed weeks left to go before my scheduled c-section...I can't believe it...and things are getting intense. My stomach is ginormous and sits in my lap. My back hurts, my stomach aches and I am having a major guilt for not getting photo albums and baby books catalogued from the last two years. This is usually what happens in the end. I am not necessarily in a hurry for it to be over since a newborn is a big deal. I am a little nervous for the task that awaits me after his arrival, let alone the c-section,, but I will get through it. I will also enjoy it. This is my last baby, so it is a little bittersweet. I am glad to be done with this phase, but sad at the same time. Wait, I promised to tell about my meltdown. Here it goes. So my vice is ice cream. I think it runs in my family. My grandfather could eat almost a gallon of it in one sitting. I don't eat quite that much, but enough that I only buy a pint at a time for portion control. The other week Vince bought a 24 count box of snack size ice cream cones. They are good with chocolate inside the waffle cone. They have also lasted a little while, but I am tired of seeing them in my freezer. The other night I mentioned that he should probably not buy that much ice cream again as it is not good to have around. He proceeded to tell me in so many words that he was sorry that I did not have any self control, and I could consider them not meant for me and to leave it at that. It kind of burned me as an 8 month along pregnant lady who already feels big and is doing my best at staying healthy. He didn't apologize and the week went on. Well, last night after I worked all day, mowed the lawn, did the dishes, made dinner and cleaned the house, I decided for some reason that it was a good idea to talk about the ice cream again. I had wanted one but now felt afraid that it would come across as not having any self control. How annoying. I would give him a chance for him to see the error of his ways, right? Wrong. He reiterated what he said earlier and now super tired I decided to keep with it to no avail. At this point I became so livid and filled with frustration that I got up from the couch and stomped to the kitchen. He said, "What are you going to do, throw them?" to which I replied well yes!! I proceeded to open the freezer and one by one throw as hard as I could all seven remaining ice cream cones onto the floor while laughing in my realization at how stupid this had become. Was I done? No. That was not dramatic enough because they were still fully intact, so I proceeded to carry them to the living room and throw them one by one against the wall as hard as I could in order for them to break in half. I was very aware not to aim for a window or something of value, because long term consequences would not be ideal. Halfway in between and mid throw I look over to find my daughter who had been sleeping upstairs earlier standing there in silence staring at me with a befuddled look on her face. She quickly turned and went back to her room as I throw the last two. After all was done I realized I had better go talk to her. She was half asleep, and I said, "Caylee, sometimes when a mom is pregnant she can get a little silly because of the baby in her belly. Everything is fine." We hugged and she went back to bed to which I went back downstairs, grabbed a bag and picked up the broken ice creams and took them to the garbage. After that Vince and I did not exchange a word, and went about our night independently and then went to bed. Should I have thrown the ice cream? No, but it sure felt good, and nothing was hurt.
So last weekend was my 33rd birthday. It was also the third time I have been pregnant on my birthday. I think the age 33 is pretty cool, because it is a double number. I am not too bummed yet about getting older, but we will see once I start hitting my 40's. It was on a Saturday this year, so I got to spend the day with the people I love, which was the best gift of all. In the afternoon we went to a Seahawks event and met a player and some of the SeaGals. The kids got to do some football drills and Vince got to see the Lombardi trophy. It was not on my top 10 list of adventures, but I was happy that they were happy. I did place a request afterwards to go out for a big lunch, so we went to Denny's for my free Grand Slam. After hitting a couple of garage sales we went to my mom and dad's house where we hung out in the backyard and stuck my pregnant feet in the kiddie pool.
Sunday, July 6, 2014
This is a letter a wrote to my missionary brother, and it sums my weekend up perfectly: Hello, How goes it? Is the work going well? I am reporting to you after spending the weekend camping in a tent with 3 kids 6 and under. I am pretty exhausted and my back hurts from the baby, and the heat is making my feet and hands swell up but other than that all is good. My office was closed Thursday and Friday so we decided to go up to Port Townsend to a campground called Fort Townsend. I spent Thursday shopping and packing while Vince finished a job and then met me to head out. It was about 4 hours away. We slept in our tent and the kids had fun running around the wooded site and running back and forth to the bathrooms. They had a little beach there that we explored crabs and shells on for a while and then went into town. The town on the 4th actually does not allow fireworks and ran out of money for a firework show or community event. I didnt think about this and was a little bummed because it was my first holiday without a festivity. It was okay though. Better thinking next year. We spent the day shopping at book stores and eating donuts and Vince made me see a street tarot card reader. I was nervous to get a horrible card but she basically said that I have a passion that is being blocked and I cant do right now for some reason but in two months it wont matter for a while. Interesting. I can relate it to aspects of my work for sure. Yesterday while driving in town I saw a ferry port and asked Vince if we should go on it. There was a 30 minute ferry ride to Coupeville so I said lets go even though I had no idea what the heck it was. After parking we took the kids upstairs inside and watched out the windows. I was nervous walking back to the car as we could see the open water and they could run and climb over the barricade and jump in. My biggest fear is balconies and water for them. Eeck. Coupville ended up being Whidbey Island so we spent the day at a farmers market and eating lunch at a restaurant on the pier and exploring another beach. Then bagged the idea of making a campfire dinner and brought back McDonalds due to exhaustion. Tomorrow is back to work for me. Caylee starts cheer practice and they have daycare Wed and Thurs. Daycare has gone well. Ian said goodbye time to play when I dropped him off and Logan wore his new shirt you gave him. When I picked him up he said so many people asked where I got it I got so tired of telling them my uncle gave it to me. Sheesh! \