Can we talk about anything else, please?
Posted
Tuesday, April 29, 2008 12:27 PM
When pregnant, unfortunately your life is consumed with everything baby. Well, maybe not "unfortunately" depending on to whom you're talking. For me, it's a little overwhelming. I love to chat and learn and discuss...but no one wants to talk about anything with me other than pregnancy, babies, the nursery, childbirth classes, etc. And I'm guilty of it too. Consider my blog, maybe only one in every five blog posts is not related to BoLi somehow.
So here we go. I want to talk about anything other than how big my stomach is.
First and foremost, this weekend I'm on my own! My husband is going to the Kentucky Derby with his dad, some cousins, and my brother. I was supposed to go but peeing in a port-a-potty for 8 hours just does not appeal to me. So instead I'm treating myself to a kick ass facial and foot/leg massage at this place about an hour away. It's $100 but who really gives a hoot if it alleviates my swelling.
Moving on to my house. I've been so lazy and so tired that my poor husband is miserable living there because it's always a mess. He does more than his fair share too (well, now only because otherwise it would never get done) and I can't really expect him to know what to do with my stuff. Yesterday he seriously asked me how I'd feel about hiring a maid for just two visits a month to dust and do some hardcore cleaning that hasn't been done in months. I was so offended, how could he even consider letting someone else clean our house! I'm more than capable! Then I realize, crap, I'm not more than capable or it would have been done already. Instead of hiring someone, I think I might just take a day off of work in order to get things together. I'm so tired after work and too busy on the weekends, so unless I do it during the afternoon hours when I have the most energy, it's not gonna happen.
My mom. I called her on Sunday night and she sounded drunk. This is a big deal because my mom is a recovering alcoholic (about 2 years sober now). Her alcoholism did not escalate and become a severe medical and emotional issue until I was in my early 20s. She was in her late 40s at the time, and it's really rare for alcoholism to strike so late in life, but she was lonely and depressed and turned to wine (ginormous bottles of wine, every night). Anyway, I freak out when she sounds like that, but I also have to remember that she changed a lot during her 5 years of heavy drinking, and she doesn't always sound the most cohesive. Sometimes when she's really tired, she slurs her words or loses her train of thought. However, it's a side effect that worries me because I can never know if it's that or if she's returned to drinking. Luckily, the next morning she sounded just fine on the phone, and she told me she was half asleep when I called. Thank god.
Finally, I don't like my job. I don't like my responsibilities, what I do every day, who I have to talk to and deal with. I wish my husband had amazing insurance and I could work some mundane job while writing the next great American novel. I'm writing at work all day so the last thing I feel like doing when I get home is more writing. Instead, I slip in some personal writing time at work each day. Shh, don't tell my bosses. Unfortunately, I carry the insurance because my husband's company, while they offer other amazing benefits like profit sharing, has a horrible insurance policy. So I will always need a job with great benefits or we'll be in big trouble, especially with a baby on the way.
Whoops, I mentioned BoLi.