Organization....

I know that I haven't updated my blog in a while. I have had so many things to write about. Having two kids is an amazing and challenging thing. So challenging that it can be overwhelming at times.

So, this past weekend was my birthday. It was an amazing weekend. I had lots of fun and paid for it the next day. It was also a humbling experience. My parents came to visit and that made me feel really loved, but it was also humbling. My house was a mess. It was total and complete crap. It wasn't until my mom said something, that I realized what was going on with me. My house had been so messy I didn't know where to start and I was depressed. Everytime I thought about cleaning a sickening, panicky feeling stuck itself in my gut. What do I do? Where do I start? AAAAH! Piles are laundry. Clothes and toys everywhere! It was embarassing. Well, I have done what most stay at home moms have done and created a schedule. Here it is:

Monday: Our bedroom, A load of laundry, Kitchen

Tuesday: Lucy's Bedroom, A load of Laundry, Kitchen

Wedns.: Lainey's bedroom, A load of Laundry, Kitchen

Thursday: Our Bathroom, A load of Laundry, Kitchen

Friday: Living room, A load of laundry, Kitchen


So far, it worked well today. The kitchen is ok. I did a couple of loads of laundry, and I got the bedroom cleaned up. I wasn't able to vacuum though. This brings me to my rules for the schedule. I clean those rooms that day and ONLY that day. If I miss something, then it will get done the following day it is suppose to be cleaned. That way I don't feel things piling on top of me. If I find that I have some extra time another day, and the kids are ok, then maybe I can do what I wasn't able to. When my house is this messy, I feel SO out of control and fearful! After this previous weekend, I really did feel humbled. I also felt convicted, because I felt that I had really taken advantage of my husband. His acceptance of the house was so sweet, but I really needed to stop taking advantage of him! He works so hard! I need to be more organized. I think this schedule helps with this. It makes me feel in more of control of something I NEED to be in control of!! It also eliminates that panicky feeling.

Even though I have made this schedule, today is PROOF that sometimes, things just aren't going to get done....

Lucy got sick last week and I am pretty sure whatever she had, Lainey got today. It always starts after nap time! I was picking up the bedroom and it was ready to be vacuumed when crap hit the fan. Lainey was sleeping in my bed, because she was so upset! I didn't want her to keep Lucy up. Well, I picked her up to take her into the other room so I could clean the floors and my first thought was "crap". I took her temp and sure enough she had a 102.2 fever!! Well, while I was taking her temp, she pooed and peed EVERYWHERE!!!!! My next thought: "bath time"! I got her into the bath and she starts to scream. Then, Lucy starts to scream. I go and check on Lucy and she has stuff all over her. She had dumped my FULL glass of water with strawberry/watermelon MIO all over her and on the floor. My sanity started to leave. I got her naked, then went and got Lainey out of the tub. I have Lainey in my arms and I lift her tub up to empty it and when I think it is drained, I hang it on the shower rod to dry. It was not drained and I dumped a good amount of water all over the side Lainey wasn't on. I have to get Lucy in the tub now.... did I mention that BOTH kids are still screaming???? Well, I get Lucy in the tub and I am trying to get Lainey dressed. After I got her dressed, I go in and wash Lucy, pull her out, and when I pull her out, I hit myself with Lainey's tub that was hanging on the rod, which falls off.... and they are still screaming. I get Lucy dressed, I change my clothes, and then I cuddle with Lainey to try and comfort her. They just keep on crying. I finally get Lainey to sleep and fed Lucy a snack and they stopped for a little while.... I just had NO time for vacuuming! The beauty of the schedule is that the vacuuming will get done next Monday...hopefully...and tomorrow I will pick of Lucy's room! I call it the "Scarlett O'Hara schedule".

My goal is that my girls will have a clean home and something we can ALL take pride in. It has taken me 3 months since Lainey was born, but I think this could be the beginning of me knowing how to balance things. That said, Lainey is also sleeping most of the night now and is on more of a schedule. That makes things easier, too.

Life is certainly a new adventure with two babies. Lucy is having a hard time listening...and obeying! I am spanking her and really trying to train her, but maybe I am not being consistent or something because she still touches those damn TV remotes. I want to be able to enjoy my kids, like it says in the Bible, by properly training them! One of these days, I want to wake up and not have to worry about what my child is touching while I am in the bathroom because she knows better not to touch certain things! It is possible!!! If I just put her in the pack n'play or keep moving things around, what is that really teaching her? That she can't touch them over there, but she can touch them when they're here. I think it is possible and I know I can gain the wisdom to train my kids in the best way. She is smart and she does know what NOT to touch. How? By the fact that I will come in with a remote in her hand, sneak up on her and say "what do you have Lucy?", she will drop the remote as if she never had it, and run off. O yes, she knows better! It is just so hard to be consistent, but I can do this. The more consistent I am, the more I will be able to enjoy her and we will be able to enjoy one another, and I think the less crazy I will feel. I do not want to be a yeller. I don't like it. I feel it can be damaging and I have noticed, I have done it more this past week or two. So the more consistent I am, I think the better parent I will be.

Anyways, sorry this was so long. I just had a lot on my mind. Hope everyone out there is doing well! I am gonna go feed a baby now!

What a day...

Let me just say that I am praying the images I saw today are erased from my memory. I do not want to be laying in bed thinking about today.

Ok, starting at the beginning.... Today, Sammie wanted me to bring Lucy to work in her costume. I had no problem with that, especially since the kids across the street at a daycare were coming over to "trick or treat" at the office. Well, we get up a nine and I start rushing so I can leave at a decent time. We were also going to do lunch and his work is an hour away. After feeding Lucy and get myself put together, we leave. I am about a half a mile from my house when I see these two LARGE dogs attacking something. At first glance I thought it was a friggin' fox, but no it was a smaller dog. (Most likely a Dachsund/Chihuahua mix.) It was pretty, but I think it was older. I turn my car immediately around to scare them away from this poor, poor dog. I mean I was ready to RUN OVER THEM if I had too!!!!

Luckily, they see me and immediately run away, while the poor little dog makes a run for my car. It was pitiful to see because the dog obviously had a broken front leg, and lets just say that there was blood everywhere. I won't go into to many details, because the dogs injuries were quite severe and gruesome. I don't know what to do. My first thought is whether or not I have a blanket, picking that dog up and RUSHING to the vet. Knowing though that the dog will most likely have to be put down. My second thought is call Sammie. I call him, and he says to go to the house I was in front of and talk to them. Luckily, two neighbors were leaving and I spoke with them. It wasn't their dog, but they helped me look for it, since when I pulled further into the driveway it walked across the street and disappeared. Well, we decide to ask another neighbor. No luck. I guess we kinda consider it a lost cause. We all had to be somewhere. I put my car into reverse and start backing out the driveway, still running off adrenaline and well sadness...and I get my car stuck!!!

Thats right! I get my car stuck....this is at least the more POSITIVE point of the story. Well I finally go up the driveway and this wonderful woman comes out and helps me and the two other neighbors are helping me. Lucy is still in the car, and as I am walking back to my car, I say, "O Jesus." Not in a bad way, but in a way where my heart was sunk and it was literally crying out for help. Not to mention I stopped and tried to do something good and end up being MORE trouble!! Well, as I am walking, I decide to go look at what I am really stuck in...which is NOTHING. One of tires is off a ditch, and all of a sudden it was like literally Jesus spoke to my heart! Reverse your car! Don't try to go forward!! Well at first, all the people that were helping me were skeptical, but I asked the Lord to help them be open minded about my suggestion. The wonderful man said he was afraid of getting it stuck further, the wonderful woman said she had no problem if it made marks on her yard, and I said LETS TRY IT! I have a good feeling about it. And I did because as soon as I got that little nudge from God, it was like a burst of peace shot out and I KNEW it would work. Guess what? It worked!

It is amazing how in every situation we really can cry out to Him. Yes, sometimes we need to be specific, but all I said was "Please Jesus or O jesus" and He gave the solution! He KNEW what was in my heart and what I was asking for! How wonderful! It was a great reminder of His love! It really was! As for the dog, it was never found. The other large dogs I haven't seen, but I have been debating on calling Animal Control to observe the area. I don't want those nasty dogs in my neighborhood. Honestly, I think they need to be shot. My heart goes out to whomever the little dog belongs too. Part of me thinks it HAD to belong to someone because it was fat. Still it was horrifying to see and deal with. I think for an 8 month pregnant lady, I handled it ok. I certainly wasn't perfect, but I eventually got to Sammie's work, which I knew I would, and had a great time at lunch.

P.S. I made the man that was helping me reverse my car all the way to the street, because OBVIOUSLY I was incapable....

So many thoughts and so much stress....

Is it wrong that I am 29 weeks and ready to have this baby? I mean I am READY! I am excited, and yes I am tired of being pregnant. I mean seriously its like I have been pregnant two years. We have no where to put her right now. We are completely unprepared and honestly, I am ok with that (to a point). I am really that ready to have this baby! I feel like I have already dropped, which some of you might roll your eyes, but I feel sooo much pressure in my hips and other areas. It literally feels like she is resting in my pelvic area and sometimes kicking my hips. I guess she could be carrying low. Which, if that is the case, I really don't want to know what its going to feel like when she does drop.

So here are some things that have been going through my head. I have been called a "control freak" lately. I do feel out of control lately, which could be the cause of wanting to maybe control everything, but honestly, what young, new mom is NOT a control freak? I am part of a mama's group and know other mom's and when I see other people parent the way they parent I think, "Wow, what a control freak." So, seriously what mom is not a control freak? Further more, what pregnant mom is not a control freak? Do I feel like I have a right to it? No. But a mom works so hard to put her child on a schedule, to breastfeed (or bottle feed), to introduce new foods, etc. So, is it really so bad to want your child to be raised the way you want her to? Whether you are a working mom or stay at home mom, no one knows your little baby as much as that you. So if someone were to come in and change things or not listen to you when you say something is best for your kid, wouldn't you as mom not be a little irritated? To me, when I baby sat for so many years and worked at a camp/daycare, through some tough lessons, I learned that following instructions are very important when it comes to a mom and her child. Why? Because even though "You have been doing this a while." or "You've done this before.", doesn't mean you're a pro! Why? Because you haven't done it a while or before with THAT kid. Each mom does something different because we find what is best for US. It might seem wrong to other, but its right to us. (Now I don't mean certain things). So why feel insulted or irritated because a mom wants you to follow her instructions as closely as possible? See what I said there? "As closely as possible", meaning it might not be exact and if you have many kids, to try and fit in these things as much as possible and closely as possible with the other kid's schedule. Not to mention, I feel now being a mother myself, that when a Mom gives instructions, its not to be a bitch, but because it is what is BEST for HER child. I mean even the most laid back of moms is going to have some kind of instructions for their kid! Not to mention, if you don't follow them, YOU aren't the one that deals with it later. Yea must be nice....

On to bigger things....I semi-organized Lucy's closet this weekend and we are going to work on Lainey's room this weekend. It might not be finished, but I want it CLEANED out so I can put her stuff in there. For example, I would really like it if I can put her clothes away so that if I pop her out at some point, I am not sifting through bags! This situation is stressful enough and I would like to alleviate it as much as possible. I feel like this is one way. Not to mention, I would like to get the cradle out and have it prepared. I mean I am 29 weeks. The "final countdown" of when she gets here started at 28 weeks! I was so much more prepared with Lucy and wishing I pushed more to be a little more prepared this time. That way this time wasn't stressful. It could be smooth sailing and I didn't have to organize stuff when I am in so much pain! I mean cause now with the stress, hormones, and pain all mixed together makes for a crabby pregnant lady. I am very crabby and irritated because I want/need things done and want some things done my way. (CONTROL FREAK :) )

I think that is another reason why I am ready to have this baby, is because I am tired of being called "crazy", "hormonal", or "irrational". When I am called those things, people have no clue how much I want to hit them. I mean how rude! Pregnancy is hard enough and you want to add onto it? In my mind they're lucky I don't own a baseball bat and carry it with me. There are times in my last pregnancy that I look back and think, "Wow! I was bat-shit!" I do not feel like I have had one of those moments this time. Do I feel misunderstood? Definately and because most of the time I am talking to a man, I realize that there is no point in trying to make him understand. :) Sorry babe. Why? Because for some reason the more I try to explain it, the "crazier" and more irrational I sound to him (because he doesn't understand). I would kill for a time where a MAN (ANYONES husband or boyfriend) to know what its like to carry a child.

I will say that Sammie handles stress and pressure so well. I know we are both feeling the pressure of Lainey coming and he can still make me laugh even though it seems like more than ever we are in a massive stress phase. It can be really hard to think about something that is going to happen in 9-10 weeks, when you have so much responsibility at the present moment. It can be overwhelming I am sure. I fed him chili last night. I feel that laughter can heal and make people feel better. He was laughing so hard last night he was crying and honestly, despite the smell, it was nice to see him that way. Its been one stressful week. He needed a little gaseous/comedic relief. Lol.

This has probably gone to long and I'd love a nap.

Yours truly,

The control freak. :)

The Tale of the Poo....

So it has been stressful around our house lately because Lucy has been sick. I am exhausted. Luckily, this weekend has been pretty good. Yesterday, I went to a party and Sammie stayed with Lucy for a few hours. So I have gotten a break which is nice. Well then comes last night which I only get four hours of sleep, and then Lucy gets up at 7 or 7:30. I don't get a really good nap in, but I am grateful she took a good one. Anyways, when she woke up today, she was really fussy and has been on and off all day. I think maybe her stomach has been upset or something. She hasn't been taking her bottles. So, I have been keeping her hydrated with juice...I need to get some pedialyte (sp?). I forgot it for the second time today. Anyways, this really has nothing to do with the story I am about to tell you.

Sammie has been wanting me to change the bathrooms I give her a bath in. So now our guest bathroom is the kid's bathroom. Before I did that today, I had to wash out the bathtub and did so. As soon as I put her in the new tub, she seems to really like it. Its less slippery than ours and has less stuff for her to get into. Well she is splashing around having fun, we are laughing, and then I get a text....I swear I look at my phone for ten seconds and when I look up Lucy is playing with a friggin' turd! Aaaaaah!!! I say "crap! Literally CRAP!" and snatch her from the tub. I set her on the floor cause there is nothing else I can do with her since Sammie is NEVER home when these things happen....NEVER!!!!!!! I have to drain the tub, clean out the poo, clean her toys, and then give her a bath again because I am not gonna let her go around smelling like poo. While all of this is happening, I am sure most mothers know that their reaction is everything when it comes to these situations. Because I snapped her from the tub the way I did and said "Crap!" kinda loud, I scared her which made her scream and throw a fit. So as I am cleaning the tub, I am trying to calm her down by saying, "Lucy, you did nothing wrong. It's ok!!" By the time Sammie gets home, I am so ready to go away for a while and have a cocktail! Instead he asks me if I am ok and if I have her and he walks out to work on his bike...I rather not ask him to take her. He has helped me so much this weekend. At least by the end of the day, I have Pumpkin Ice cream to chow down on....and my bed. Please don't mind the errors...I didn't feel like re-reading this.

Drunk People are Funny

Sammie and I had an awesome time in New Hampshire. Absolutely gorgeous state and it was also very relaxing. We didn't take Lucy with us and that was probably one of the reasons why it was so relaxing. It was incredibly weird to be away for so long, but oddly enough, it is weirder being back. I had completely forgotten what it was like to sleep. I forgot what it was like to sleep in! I also forgot what it was like to have a day to myself! Well, the reason its so weird being back is because I oddly feel like a new mom again. She has changed so much in four days and has learned so much. I find myself asking, "This is mine?" Luckily, its like getting back on a bike and going. She was a little confused for a bit but after the second day, she has been back to laughing, smiling Lucy.

I wish I had actually gotten pictures while we were there. The first day I was there I woke up to an amazing view of a beautiful lake and rolling hills in the background. Nothing but nature surrounded Sammie's grandparent's house. It was GORGEOUS. I actually woke up as the sun was coming up and watched it rise over the lake. So pretty! Then the next day, I actually woke up to the view of the river in Manchester. Again, an amazing view. Everything was so fun, too. Being with Sammie's highschool friend Paul and his wife, Bethenny was SO fun! Not to mention there was A LOT of drinking...not by me of course. I did take a few sips here and there and had a beer....or two at the 10 Year Highschool reunion. All I have to say is that I have never tasted beer so good. They had a beer there that was a Pumpkin Beer (on draft) and when they served it to you, it had a shot of Vanilla Liqueur and a rim of brown sugar, and cinnamon....HEAVENLY. Don't worry I only had a sip, but if I wasn't pregnant, I could have drank those all night. Bethenny also introduced me to "Cider Beer". It basically tastes like an apple cider beer. Light and SO delicious. I probably could have changed between those two through the night if I could. I mean seriously New Hampshire=Gourmet Beer....next time I go I will NOT be pregnant and I will have one of those pumpkin beers aaaallll to myself!

Of course, everyone else was drunk except for the other pregnant girl (at the reunion). I was ok until the end of the night when my butt was numb from sitting on a bar stool all night and everyone commenting on my belly AND people telling me that they can't believe Sammie procreated...twice. So grateful Bethenny was at the Highschool Reunion. I was grateful for someone to talk to so that I didn't have to be Sammie's lost puppy.

One thing I hated about meeting new people is that I am from the south. That excuse aside, I tend to put my foot in my mouth a lot. Which, I feel I did a lot while I was there. I'm sure no one else cared and I am sure most either don't remember or don't think about it as hard as I do. O well, I know I probably won't see most of those people later in life and by that time, I am sure they will have forgotten....hopefully.

The following video is of Sammie very drunk and his gassy friend, Paul. There is a REASON that I am NOT putting this video on Facebook and that is due to the language. So there is your warning before you watch. And this is the ONLY one I could post because the others are just....well how is anyone drunk? By this time they were completely hammered and when I showed this to Sammie, he said he didn't even remember it.

The Hunt for the smell...

Today, has been a frustrating day. Part of the reason probably being I didn't get a nap in. Naps have become something I need to kinda survive. Otherwise, I can be very grumpy. For example, today I was in Target and had been in line for about 20 minutes. There was a very long line behind me and I saw the last lady who seemed pretty irritated. I was SECOND in line and the friggin register froze. Well they moved the sweet, patient cashier to another register and what does that last little twit of a woman do in line????? She races torwards the new opened register and gets in front of me. How rude. I was with a friend and so I had someone to talk too. So, I turned around to my friend and said, "Must be nice. It wasn't like I was in line for 15-20 minutes!" Now, I am six months pregnant, just had a large lunch, and a fussy baby. I was READY to get out of there and it was getting hard to stand! I was so mad and am still irritated as I write this. Obviously, because I felt it worthy enough to write about. When Sammie called (after I had been waiting for another 5-10 minutes, and had called him about an hour earlier to see if he needed anything) I said, "Sorry babe, you are to late. So if you need anything to bad. I have been in line for 30 minutes now and I need to get out of here." All the lady did was look at me. Yes, I guess I am a witch. When someone does something like, especially when I am pregnant, I have NO problem making them feel uncomfortable. Now, I don't think I am owed the world when pregnant...but after waiting SO flippin' long in line, I was furious.

Now, another frustrating thing that I have been dealing with ALL week: As most people know, preggo's have a heightened (sp?) sense of smell. I have been smelling everything!!! We get home from our wonderful trip to Memphis, and there is blood everywhere. The blood trail was from the Kitchen, to the Living Room, and had some how made it to Lainey's room. We were dumb-founded. Soon, the smell of death had invaded our house. I was looking everywhere. At first, I had found a dead mouse underneath our stove. That was one of the smells. Then we took out the trash and cleaned the fridge, that took care of some other smells...still there was this lingering death smell! We knew that it had to be the mouse that the cats had some how mangled and let escape. This weekend was the weekend that we were cleaning our Lainey's room. We had alot of stuff in there, including Lucy's jumper. Well at first, we smell it in Lainey's room and then after we had moved all of the stuff out to organize and put in totes, it invaded our Living Room. Mind you as we do this, we have turned over the sofa (twice), moved furniture away from walls, cleaned, wiped down, and just really picked both rooms apart. Finally, tonight (Sunday) we were to the point that it had to be underneath the house or in the attic because it was only in one area of the house by now. Well, I am sitting on the sofa and look at Lucy's jumper. I didn't think that there were any holes in the bottom of the jumper, but I distinctly remembered Lucy's jumper being on its side when we got home from Memphis. That's not how we put it when we left... I start playing with the jumper and I lift it up to see if there are holes or any way to get under the jumping part (which has NO contact with Lucy at all!) Well sure enough, I lifted that damn thing and almost gagged. I was to excited though because I had finally found it! I turned around and looked at Sammie and said, "BABE!" He looked excited,too. I mean we have been living with this for days! And now I feel even more sorry for Lucy, who I had put in her bouncer twice since we had been home!!!! I really do feel terrible. Sammie took the thing outside, took it apart and there was the little, mangled mouse that barely had a rear-end. I went and got some Lysol, doused the inside of the parts and then got Clorox wipes and wiped it down. Yes, I used TWO disinfectants!! I was just incredibly grateful Lucy never came into REAL contact with it and that there was a piece of plastic in between her and that thing. Plus, it was amazing how FRESH the house smelt immediately!! I am also grateful for the fact that the plastic won't hold the smell. Anyways, I am going to bed, my back hurts. :)

I have no idea what to title this. TITLE.

I am so grumpy these days. People are so irritating. If some people knew what I think sometimes, they would never hang out with me again. Now its not everybody just some people. I've been really anxious lately and I am looking forward to this next doctors check-up to ease my mind.





I know no one wants to read a bunch of complaining, but I am going to anyways.



I'm gonna start with the dogs. I wish I had less dogs. Maybe it because I am more of a cat person, but I cannot stand the dog fur and the dog noises. The barking, waking up my child, really makes me mad. Simba is the loudest butthead (I'm trying to keep this PG) out of all of them. The older he gets, the grumpier he gets, and that means the louder he gets. I will spank him and the son of a butt will growl or talk back to me. You have no idea how this makes me want to lose my temper and show him who is boss. Pixel is sweet. I love her she is my favorite...except for when it comes to the pixel fur. She has tuffs of fur coming off of her right now and even though I might brush her, my carpet still looks like it wearing a toupee a day after I vacuum! SO FRUSTRATING!!!! I feel like no matter how much I clean, its NEVER good enough! Butter....ugh...butter. The OCD freak that has a few too many wires loose for my taste. All she does is lick and lick and lick and lick and chew and lick and chew and lick....and then chews on baby clothes and ONLY baby clothes because she is a jealous OCD freak. Not to mention, she is by far the stupidest dog I have ever met on the face of the planet. She will bark at her own shadow. And forget about discipline because if you spank her, she will pee everywhere and cause a bigger mess. Clyde is ok. Too me he is a little high maintenance because he has allergies, and he is a big baby. He also snores like a human and I have HAD IT with the snoring!!! He snores just like Sammie and can start snoring as soon as his head hits the floor.

People are irritating and I can't tell you how many people I have hidden on Facebook just so I don't have to listen to them. Maybe people have done the same thing. I just don't care. I mostly can't stand the judgemental people who think they know everything.....which is judgemental. The only difference is, is that I do know everything....hahaha. JUST kidding. I think I just wish people could view life differently and less about themselves. Sometimes when I look at the things people are freaking out over I think, "There are just so many bigger things in life to worry about." I think that comes from living in India though.

Second thing, is not necessarily a complaint, but more of how I feel lately. I think people look down upon me. Maybe, they do. Sometimes I quote scripture and they probably think, "She cusses. She has an attitude." Or whatever else they might look down on. The thing is, is who can really say what a Christian is suppose to act like? We are all sinners. I just don't think humans can judge that. We are not suppose to be the judges in this life and frankly if I answer to anyone, it is Jesus Christ. So if you tell me that I don't act "Christ like" please go look in the mirror and say to yourself, "wow that statement wasn't "Christ like". I think a lot of people know how I feel about Christ. I feel like I have an amazing, loving relationship with him. I feel like after the "religious' things were removed and everything became more about our relationship, it opened my eyes. What I mean by "religious" things are the "shoulds" that people place in our heads of how we are all suppose to be like. Once those things were removed, I feel like I could hear HIS voice instead of everyone elses. Plus HIS voice is the only one that matters. I can truly say I love Him and his love has been made complete in me like 1 John says. I feel that once my eyes were opened I could see what this life is really about. It isn't about being perfect or acting a certain way, but it is about love and how we love others. When I read the New Testament, all I hear is that word: Love. Our ability to love is so important. Forgiveness, thoughtfullness, are all ways of showing others that no matter how stupid I think you are, I still love you. And I think a lot of people are stupid. Like not flipping someone off because they cut me off, but praising Jesus I didn't run into them and we are safe! (That is kind of a joke, and its just an example :) ) I am not perfect at this, and never will be. Perfection is an impossibility since humans are born into sin. I try my best though and I will say it is incredibly hard to do while pregnant.

Being pregnant is annoying to me right now because I have to pee all the time, and other various pregnancy symptoms(like heartburn). I know I will be grateful once he/she is here, but going through this is really hard for me right now. I am very lucky to have a husband who has been incredibly patient with me, but also keeping me in my place. Sammie is honest with me and he communicates, which makes me respect him.

I don't really have anything else to say...THE END.