I'm not sure.
How am I doing?
Not sure about that either.
I've just been at home, mostly.
Cleaning.
Organizing.
Sorting.
Purging.
As if my life depended on it.
I think maybe it did, actually....
We had family come visit from TX and then we had more family visit from WV.
It was good to see them--to channel all of my focus into the craziness that goes along with prepping for house-guests.
With everything clean and no more guests on the docket until Christmas, I'm kinda at a loss as to what to do with myself.
I don't want to be sad and depressed, but I am.
Some days, I think that I'm doing great, but then if I stop and take in the quiet, I know that I'm not.
Whenever I pass a pregnant belly, I feel the distinct barrenness of my own.
Doesn't that sound so tragically melodramatic?
Uggh. It sooooo does.
But there really isn't an apter way to describe it.
This was the most drawn-out miscarriage I've had yet.
Awesome, I know.
I just. kept. bleeding.
My hormone levels would NOT go down.
To say that it sucked would be missing the point entirely.
I wasn't in the clear until about 2 weeks ago...
I'm so glad it's fucking over.
In related, news, I think I need to up the dosage on my meds...
Sigh.
The Huz is still unemployed, and we've had to do all kinds of battle with unemployment--to the degree that we have a court hearing with them on the 14th, BUT, he had a very positive interview yesterday, and he'll have his final interview with the company next week, so we've got our fingers crossed extra tight.
My little baby is almost 2.
WTF, people?
Isn't my section scar still healing?
How did this happen?
Yes, I want him to grow up and develop healthily and blah, blah, blah, but 2? Already?
It's almost too much.
He says his ABCs and their phonetic sounds, he counts to 10 forward and backwards (we've almost got 11-20 down), he knows his letters and numbers in and out of context, he's pretty much got all his basic colors, and if you ask him his name he spells it out for you. His vocab has finally exploded, and he says about 100 words.
But his most phenomenal development?
He says Mama!
Loudly and with glee!
Yes. I'm being proud and braggy.
No. I am not sorry.
Ha!
I'm taking the easy way out on his birthday party this year and having it somewhere else, where they provide everything. He loves it there, so I don't feel guilty about it.
We're having his party early too, because of my IL's travel schedule, so I need to start working on invites...
Yikes.
The Huz and I are trying to come up with a solid 5 year plan, but so far it's still just a title on the chalkboard.
I don't know if y'all knew this, but as it turns out, 5 year plans require funding....a baseline budget to formulate said plan around.
Who'da thunk, huh?
Since we can't do much more than we're already doing about that, we're trying to channel our energies into more procreative, errr, I mean productive activities by trying to revive our deathbed of a sex life.
If you would have told me when we first started our sex life together that by the time we hit 30 it would be all kinds of flat-lining, I would have laughed at you.
Sure, things may slow a bit, but dead?
Nay!
But then things like living with your ILs and crumbling economics and children and miscarriages and stress come into play....
All of the sudden, the only reason you'd blow someone is if they agreed put away the laundry and take the baby for the day so you could nap, and even then you're not so sure because no one puts the laundry away correctly but you anyhow...
Am I right?
I sooooo am, kids. Take heed, young'uns!
It's hard getting back into sexy mode.
I am not sexy.
I am exhausted and covered in applesauce.
My husband is stressed and his shoulder hurts from wrestling with O.
Passionate Naked Time, this does not make.
But we are trying to work it!!
We used to be hot, damn it!
(Well, my hubs is still pretty sexy, actually.)
In an effort to be a team player, I even put my barbells in.
I took them out when O was born because I wanted to breastfeed, but we all remember how WELL that went....
You should have seen my DH's face.
It was like a kid on Christmas morning.
Thank G-d love is blind.
Also?
I'm thinking about getting bangs.
What?
I like to end on a thoughtful note....
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