Sunday, December 19, 2010

All I've Got Today is This...

I try not to do this much, but it's a day where I am running on fumes and this is all I've got...

Bob is working all day and night. I hate when he has to work on Sundays because I like going to church as a family and hate going by myself with the boys.

I nearly had a heart attack tonight when I realized that I lost an earring and had NO clue where it was. I was terrified that Dean had eaten it without my knowing, so I looked everywhere and then reluctantly put the boys to bed, still nervous about its whereabouts. My mom talked me down on the phone and I finally found it after he went to bed - so glad it's not in his belly.

I'm really grateful to be pregnant, but I'm really, really done. I'm so freaking uncomfortable with this giant belly and I'm not sleeping well at all. I'm so tired of being anxious about wondering if Emmett's ok, etc. (which I'm sure he is). I don't want to wish away the next 43 days (who's counting?), but I really mentally need this phase to be behind me.

I want to throw Dean's orthotics out the window. They are constantly coming off and so I think something is wrong with them. I'm tired of taking all the time to put them on and then they come off and I have to take off his shoes (he has to wear shoes with them), take off the orthotics, put them all back on every 15 minutes or so. It's GETTING OLD. I'm going to talk to his PT about it tomorrow and then bring them back to the orthotist for an adjustment. This can't be how they're supposed to fit.

Along those lines, I'm really glad that he took his first step, but he has since lost interest (for now) in walking. I was really hoping we were turning a corner. I want my almost-20-month-old to walk soon.

Cole is 3. That's all I have to say about that.

Bob will find out tomorrow most likely about the job and he thinks from what they said on Friday that there might be a ROUND SIX. Are you serious? I'm going to engage someone in a fistfight if they don't give him this job.

That's all. Thanks, I really needed to get that out!!


Kevin said...

Take the orthotics back. They do make them wrong sometimes. Complain, and at least you may be given some good advice on what "you are doing wrong". If you can't make sense of it, then it probably doesn't make sense to anyone. If they were made wrong, they might be hurting more than helping. If they are not cooperative, then threaten that you will inform the insurance company. And finally, there is always duct tape.

Ali Foley Shenk said...

If this were Facebook, I would definitely "like" that!!