I have been pregnant for 281 days. That is one day too long. Today I have my 40 week check-up and I am requesting the doctor to pull the ole plug. I'm done. No more preggers. I can't sleep, baby's foot is lodged in my right side (hurting my ribs) and I'm SO sick of peeing every 5 minutes. I'm done and done. Done. Finished.
Let us not forget how terrified I am for what comes next. Induction? Terrified. As unnatural as this sounds, I have no desire to experience giving birth. Zero. What do I do? Oh wait..... punch me in the face and wake me when its over. There you go. In fact, I don't think there is enough puppies to hold in the world that could make me want to give birth. I just don't want to be pregnant anymore. This is definitely a problem.
To all my readers out there-- if I contact you because I had baby, please DO NOT post anything on facebook. Chris and I would like the opportunity to share our news with you-- not the other way around. So, please.... be considerate. Thanks.
Monday, August 13, 2012
Thursday, August 9, 2012
I'm a bad blogger. I haven't posted any pictures in weeks. Sorry. The laptop we have right now is SUPER slow and I don't have the patience to do what it takes to add pics to my posts.
Kasia is sitting under my feet as I type. In fact, one of her SOFT ears is "in-betwixt" my toes. It feels heavenly. Speaking of heavenly, the neighbors continue to foster two little puppies. Thankfully, they allow joint custody, so I get the pleasure of at least 30 minutes of ear rubbing and singing Amazing Grace to them. Their names are Little and Magic and they are nothing short of either. Magic looks like a little wolf and Little is a blonde Chihuahua-lookin' thing. Both were brought the Chudzik household with respitory infections, so their road has been nothing short of bumpy. Once again, because of my ear rubbing and serenading, I take full responsibility for making them healthy.
You want to know how small and smooshy said creatures are? Put it this way-- They are 7 weeks old, have puppy breath and weigh about 6 lbs. Holy shit. Cute alert times 67. Also, I'd like to add that they sleep at the drop of a hat. Anywhere. Cute. Amazeballs.
No baby yet. 39 weeks and 4 days. Lord let this baby be born soon so I can get relief from having to pee every 4 minutes. Let's not forget that I'm terrified to give birth. However, not having to pee like I have a UTI would be great. Also, Lord, let my water break so I know when to go to the hospital. And let it not break when I'm at Target or some weird place.
Kasia is sitting under my feet as I type. In fact, one of her SOFT ears is "in-betwixt" my toes. It feels heavenly. Speaking of heavenly, the neighbors continue to foster two little puppies. Thankfully, they allow joint custody, so I get the pleasure of at least 30 minutes of ear rubbing and singing Amazing Grace to them. Their names are Little and Magic and they are nothing short of either. Magic looks like a little wolf and Little is a blonde Chihuahua-lookin' thing. Both were brought the Chudzik household with respitory infections, so their road has been nothing short of bumpy. Once again, because of my ear rubbing and serenading, I take full responsibility for making them healthy.
You want to know how small and smooshy said creatures are? Put it this way-- They are 7 weeks old, have puppy breath and weigh about 6 lbs. Holy shit. Cute alert times 67. Also, I'd like to add that they sleep at the drop of a hat. Anywhere. Cute. Amazeballs.
No baby yet. 39 weeks and 4 days. Lord let this baby be born soon so I can get relief from having to pee every 4 minutes. Let's not forget that I'm terrified to give birth. However, not having to pee like I have a UTI would be great. Also, Lord, let my water break so I know when to go to the hospital. And let it not break when I'm at Target or some weird place.
Monday, August 6, 2012
Shut Your F'in Mouth
I'd like to dedicate this post to all the hard working moms out there that simply, do the best they can. I'm not a mom yet however, I know how hard it can be just holding down a job and juggling every day life. Relationships and stresses make for some burly obstacles-- then when you throw children into the mix..... well, life can get nothing-short-of hairy.
Something that I am tasked with every day is to try and be THANKFUL for what I have.... not what I am without. I am thankful for my family, my health, my friends, a roof over my head and food on the table every night. Something as simple as clean drinking water is another thing I'm thankful for. Health insurance-- another good one I'm thankful for.
Truth be told, sometimes life can throw you a hardball.... ya know.... a real frozen rope right to the nuts. You have 2 choices: deal with it or run away. Those that choose to deal with life's ups and downs are the winners. Those that choose to run away/not deal with the reality of life can go piss up a rope as far as I'm concerned. No matter how shitty you have it, someone else has it WAY worse.
Additionally, I'd like to also make mention of people out there that have all the time in the world to criticize. I'm a believer in helping others..... picking them up when they are down...... not pushing them over. If you aren't a supporter of being a good samaritan, you should move elsewhere.... or go live off the grid.
Moral to the story, you ask? Try to walk in someone else's shoes.... or at least try and help them lace their shoes. All else need not apply.
Something that I am tasked with every day is to try and be THANKFUL for what I have.... not what I am without. I am thankful for my family, my health, my friends, a roof over my head and food on the table every night. Something as simple as clean drinking water is another thing I'm thankful for. Health insurance-- another good one I'm thankful for.
Truth be told, sometimes life can throw you a hardball.... ya know.... a real frozen rope right to the nuts. You have 2 choices: deal with it or run away. Those that choose to deal with life's ups and downs are the winners. Those that choose to run away/not deal with the reality of life can go piss up a rope as far as I'm concerned. No matter how shitty you have it, someone else has it WAY worse.
Additionally, I'd like to also make mention of people out there that have all the time in the world to criticize. I'm a believer in helping others..... picking them up when they are down...... not pushing them over. If you aren't a supporter of being a good samaritan, you should move elsewhere.... or go live off the grid.
Moral to the story, you ask? Try to walk in someone else's shoes.... or at least try and help them lace their shoes. All else need not apply.
Saturday, August 4, 2012
Tailored Suits and an Old Fashioned
I'm obsessed with Don Draper. I feel like Jesus got me RIF'd at Hi-Cone so I could thus, relax on the couch and become enamored with "Mad Men." Best. Show. Ever. Forget about anything on the Dateline ID channel or Animal Cops Houston. Mad Men by far and away is the alluring in the likeliness of heroin and Diet Coke.
What is my favorite thing about MM, you ask? Ummmm the wardrobe..... duh. I LERV how the ladies dressed back in the 60's. Gorge tailored dresses, high heels, perfectly coiffed weaves and classic makeup. Lerv.
Additionally, as much as I love my husband, Don Draper is a fucking stud. I bet his cologne smells good, too. Since I'm an olfactory girl, smells are very importante. No Drakkar for this guy, I'm sure DD rocks some delicious sniffies atop his already beguiling scent of hotness.
What is my favorite thing about MM, you ask? Ummmm the wardrobe..... duh. I LERV how the ladies dressed back in the 60's. Gorge tailored dresses, high heels, perfectly coiffed weaves and classic makeup. Lerv.
Additionally, as much as I love my husband, Don Draper is a fucking stud. I bet his cologne smells good, too. Since I'm an olfactory girl, smells are very importante. No Drakkar for this guy, I'm sure DD rocks some delicious sniffies atop his already beguiling scent of hotness.
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
Underpants in the Neighbor's Yard
Yep. Found a pair of my underpants in the neighbor's yard the other day. Maternity undies. Awesome. For the passer-byer, the "draws" could've been someone's shed cover, the damn things are so big..... and BEIGE. Gag me. I'm counting the days until I can strap on my cuter undies (not whorish). Ya know.... brightly colored and more fun.... less beige.
I'm assuming a certain black-therred, soft dog named Kasia is the culprit of the underwear heist. She has a taste for things such as my underpants, my socks, my flip-flops. You'd think that with all the attention I give her, such as endless ear rubs, doggie treats and car rides, that Kasia would be a little more appreciative.... but NO. Underpants in the yard. Take that for embarassing.
No baby yet. I had my 38 week check-up yesterday. No change, so I'll spare the details. Baby Willis is due on August 12th, so if he doesn't arrive by then I will get induced. Boo. I'm anti-induction pre-due date.... which apparently is common nowadays. Weird. They call it due date for a reason. Not to be confused with "ballpark date or sometime around this date."
So, hopefully, by 8/12, Baby W will have arrived. I'm super nervous. Not like nervous before I ran the Chicago Marathon..... like nervous might throw up nervous. I have no clue what to expect despite reading books, listening to people's stories, etc. I'm not nervous however, to bring him home or nurse..... just nervous to actually deliver him. Shit. I need a drink.
I'm assuming a certain black-therred, soft dog named Kasia is the culprit of the underwear heist. She has a taste for things such as my underpants, my socks, my flip-flops. You'd think that with all the attention I give her, such as endless ear rubs, doggie treats and car rides, that Kasia would be a little more appreciative.... but NO. Underpants in the yard. Take that for embarassing.
No baby yet. I had my 38 week check-up yesterday. No change, so I'll spare the details. Baby Willis is due on August 12th, so if he doesn't arrive by then I will get induced. Boo. I'm anti-induction pre-due date.... which apparently is common nowadays. Weird. They call it due date for a reason. Not to be confused with "ballpark date or sometime around this date."
So, hopefully, by 8/12, Baby W will have arrived. I'm super nervous. Not like nervous before I ran the Chicago Marathon..... like nervous might throw up nervous. I have no clue what to expect despite reading books, listening to people's stories, etc. I'm not nervous however, to bring him home or nurse..... just nervous to actually deliver him. Shit. I need a drink.
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