Yesterday I had my First official Dr appointment for the little one. I'm all healthy and every thing seems to be progressing normally. My official due date is FEB 17th 2009. When I first saw the little pink plus sign I was in complete shock. Mike and I were hoping to wait and plan a bundle of joy when it would be most convenient, like we did when we got married, just get the whole thing over with over Christmas break or something and then get back to school. Well turns out life and babies are not convenient especially for two college students. So we will be having this baby in the middle of my husband’s hardest semester. As a Pre Med student he will be in the second part of ORGANIC CHEMISTRY (bolded to represent the dread that goes along with that course) along with other tough classes. So, we will need a lot of prayers and support when the time comes to welcome our little one home.
The first weeks of pregnancy were a breeze just a little tummy ewwies, minor headaches and extreme hunger, Oh and when those positive community commercials would come on TV with handicapped kids helping each other and families spending time together I would start crying. These are the symptoms I thought I had along with the physical body changes. I was however, informed by my husband that I was also moody and forgetful starting about week 7. I of course had read the posts online and knew of the women who were irritated beyond belief at just the sight of their spouse. Moody I thought this man has not seen moody and it is true because at the end of week 9 (About 4 days ago) I became a hormonal monster for a bout an hour.
I will tell you the story because I find it hilarious. Please recognize I am telling the story from my perspective then, which may make my sweet husband appear insensitive. He is not, and if you could see his poor bewildered face as his wife suddenly turned into a psycho you would surely understand his side of the story.
So, we come home from a LONG day at my parents house, it was my dad's 50th Birthday celebration and we had been running around all day consequently I did not get a nap all day long. I had cleaned all morning while Mike was out paint balling so we left right after he got home. We left the party at 8:30 and had a 45 min drive home so we get home at 9:15 and I just wanted to go to sleep but, my husband and I teach a Sunday school class for 16 and 17 year olds and we occasionally bribe them with treats, so I had a Brownie mix I was going to make. I had carefully read all of the packages at the store and selected the one brand that contained no hydrogenated oils and planed on using some wheat flour to give them more nutritional content but I just couldn’t get my self to do it.
So I get the Brownie mix which is in a little bag and I go sit on the love seat that is directly behind Mike's computer as he is playing a video game. The nerve of that man, out playing with his friends from 9am to 3pm while I clean house and now I've got to go cook while he plays more. That, my friends, was not going to fly. So I sat behind him wondering how the heck I was going to get my husband to stop playing and go fix the stupid brownies. The only thing I can think of is to throw the mix into his lap and hope he gets the picture and/or looks at me and sees how exhausted I am and sweetly would ask what he could do to help poor tired wife. I throw the mix at my husband and it bounces off the bag of his chair and I remember my depth perception has not been up to par lately. My pride is wounded over my bad aim but worst of all, my husband completely ignored my action. What should I do now? Well I will have to try again I pick up the brownie mix and slump back into the chair make sure I look pathetic and exhausted and chuck the mix at him again. This time it hits him on the side of the head and shoulder and he turns to me and says, “Stop it you are being kinda annoying." Annoying? ANNOYING!!! I am not annoying if he wants annoying I will give him annoying. I gather the brownie mix I sit down and aim to chuck the bag at his head. Ironically this time it ended up in his lap. He picks up my carefully selected precious brownie mix and throws it into the closet and says, "Hon"(as if it will soften the blow)," you are being REALLY annoying right now" at which point I replied, "YOU need to make those" and he responded with some I'm too tiered remark. Well if a woman is pregnant then the man has no excuse to be tiered. Is he single handedly growing a person in side of him? No, has he been cleaning up all day long, picking up messes that are made by him that he seems to think magically disappear? Tired! You are not tiered; I didn't even get my nap today. I relate this information to him and stomp out of the room.
After a while he pokes his head into the room like a child looking into a closet waiting to see if the monster will jump out. When he see's I am relatively calm and have no objects to throw in my hands he comes and sits by me and asks why I threw the mix at him and I said," I told you. You need to make those brownies" and he says," don't you think there could have been a better way to communicate that to me?" to which a reply a sassy NO and say ," it was just a little brownie bag" and then he says, get this," it was heavy" my husband had just elected to have people shoot at him all morning and give him welts all over his body for fun and he will lift weights in the hundreds of pounds and a little brownie mix that weighs 1 lb tops is heavy? I explain the hypocrisy to him and tell him he isn't aloud to be hypocritical and tell pregnant women they are annoying cuz that is RUDE. Then he reminds me that I really was being annoying at this point I can see that but I will not concede. I tell him that he is annoying all the time and I never tell him so because it is not nice. Like when I have to ask him to clean up the same mess 10 times, (the particular mess I referred to is still there) or when he walks around while brushing his teeth and drools all over the floors if the whole apartment. Both annoying things that happen every day that I never call him annoying for. Michael puts of his adorable face the one that I’m afraid our kids will have and use to get away with things and say's he's sorry and promises to do the dishes the next day then starts nuzzling me like a cat. I don’t know why Mike acts like a cat but it is so funny it is really hard to me mad at him when he does it especially if you know how macho and manly he typically tries to be but in any case the cat conquered the hormone monster and while the brownies were never made, all is well in the end and Mike and I seem to have successfully made it through our very first argument. That is right a year of dating a year and a half of marriage and that was our first fight. (Maybe that is why I find the whole thing so funny.) I have to say my life is really good. I am blessed to have such a wonderful caring husband who loves me so much even if he can be . . . frustrating sometimes.
The first weeks of pregnancy were a breeze just a little tummy ewwies, minor headaches and extreme hunger, Oh and when those positive community commercials would come on TV with handicapped kids helping each other and families spending time together I would start crying. These are the symptoms I thought I had along with the physical body changes. I was however, informed by my husband that I was also moody and forgetful starting about week 7. I of course had read the posts online and knew of the women who were irritated beyond belief at just the sight of their spouse. Moody I thought this man has not seen moody and it is true because at the end of week 9 (About 4 days ago) I became a hormonal monster for a bout an hour.
I will tell you the story because I find it hilarious. Please recognize I am telling the story from my perspective then, which may make my sweet husband appear insensitive. He is not, and if you could see his poor bewildered face as his wife suddenly turned into a psycho you would surely understand his side of the story.
So, we come home from a LONG day at my parents house, it was my dad's 50th Birthday celebration and we had been running around all day consequently I did not get a nap all day long. I had cleaned all morning while Mike was out paint balling so we left right after he got home. We left the party at 8:30 and had a 45 min drive home so we get home at 9:15 and I just wanted to go to sleep but, my husband and I teach a Sunday school class for 16 and 17 year olds and we occasionally bribe them with treats, so I had a Brownie mix I was going to make. I had carefully read all of the packages at the store and selected the one brand that contained no hydrogenated oils and planed on using some wheat flour to give them more nutritional content but I just couldn’t get my self to do it.
So I get the Brownie mix which is in a little bag and I go sit on the love seat that is directly behind Mike's computer as he is playing a video game. The nerve of that man, out playing with his friends from 9am to 3pm while I clean house and now I've got to go cook while he plays more. That, my friends, was not going to fly. So I sat behind him wondering how the heck I was going to get my husband to stop playing and go fix the stupid brownies. The only thing I can think of is to throw the mix into his lap and hope he gets the picture and/or looks at me and sees how exhausted I am and sweetly would ask what he could do to help poor tired wife. I throw the mix at my husband and it bounces off the bag of his chair and I remember my depth perception has not been up to par lately. My pride is wounded over my bad aim but worst of all, my husband completely ignored my action. What should I do now? Well I will have to try again I pick up the brownie mix and slump back into the chair make sure I look pathetic and exhausted and chuck the mix at him again. This time it hits him on the side of the head and shoulder and he turns to me and says, “Stop it you are being kinda annoying." Annoying? ANNOYING!!! I am not annoying if he wants annoying I will give him annoying. I gather the brownie mix I sit down and aim to chuck the bag at his head. Ironically this time it ended up in his lap. He picks up my carefully selected precious brownie mix and throws it into the closet and says, "Hon"(as if it will soften the blow)," you are being REALLY annoying right now" at which point I replied, "YOU need to make those" and he responded with some I'm too tiered remark. Well if a woman is pregnant then the man has no excuse to be tiered. Is he single handedly growing a person in side of him? No, has he been cleaning up all day long, picking up messes that are made by him that he seems to think magically disappear? Tired! You are not tiered; I didn't even get my nap today. I relate this information to him and stomp out of the room.
After a while he pokes his head into the room like a child looking into a closet waiting to see if the monster will jump out. When he see's I am relatively calm and have no objects to throw in my hands he comes and sits by me and asks why I threw the mix at him and I said," I told you. You need to make those brownies" and he says," don't you think there could have been a better way to communicate that to me?" to which a reply a sassy NO and say ," it was just a little brownie bag" and then he says, get this," it was heavy" my husband had just elected to have people shoot at him all morning and give him welts all over his body for fun and he will lift weights in the hundreds of pounds and a little brownie mix that weighs 1 lb tops is heavy? I explain the hypocrisy to him and tell him he isn't aloud to be hypocritical and tell pregnant women they are annoying cuz that is RUDE. Then he reminds me that I really was being annoying at this point I can see that but I will not concede. I tell him that he is annoying all the time and I never tell him so because it is not nice. Like when I have to ask him to clean up the same mess 10 times, (the particular mess I referred to is still there) or when he walks around while brushing his teeth and drools all over the floors if the whole apartment. Both annoying things that happen every day that I never call him annoying for. Michael puts of his adorable face the one that I’m afraid our kids will have and use to get away with things and say's he's sorry and promises to do the dishes the next day then starts nuzzling me like a cat. I don’t know why Mike acts like a cat but it is so funny it is really hard to me mad at him when he does it especially if you know how macho and manly he typically tries to be but in any case the cat conquered the hormone monster and while the brownies were never made, all is well in the end and Mike and I seem to have successfully made it through our very first argument. That is right a year of dating a year and a half of marriage and that was our first fight. (Maybe that is why I find the whole thing so funny.) I have to say my life is really good. I am blessed to have such a wonderful caring husband who loves me so much even if he can be . . . frustrating sometimes.
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Awe pink I feel for you, O chem is a doozy! We lucked out and had our baby like 2 weeks after Phils ended. When will he be done with his pre-reqs? And where will you guys apply! We love it out here and hear good things about their med program!
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