Just under 4 weeks...

until the baby is due. I am so excited. I have a bunch of cute teeny-tiny clothes and some tiny little diapers, and a car-seat, and stroller and baby swing and bassinet and a couple of blankets...

Basically, I have at least enough stuff that if he comes before I get the rest, I can make due. I still have some more stuff I want to get, but it isn't so urgent that I am stressed over it.

My friend Julie is making me a sling, which is awesome. I am planning to breast-feed, but I have a few bottles just in case. We'll need them when I go back to work anyway. I also got a manual breast pump, but I would like to get an electric one. My plan is to keep him on breast milk even after I go back to work, so I will be needing to pump. My friend Morgan told me about an organization that will give you use of a really good pump for free, in exchange for you giving them some of your extra milk. I am going to look into it. If I am anything like I was the first 2 times, once my milk comes in, it will be enough to feed triplets.

well, that's lovely

From the looks of things, I am not longer on speaking terms with my mother. Things have been strained between us for a while, but today the solid human waste product really hit the air redistribution unit (shit hit the fan). She has treated Dad like crap through their divorce and she keeps doing so. When I didn't reply to her "poor picked on me, your dad is so mean" IM today, she got really angry. I have felt it is more respectful to hold my tongue and not tell her what I've really thought when she goes off on those rants, but apparently, she thought my not replying was disrespectful. We ended up in an argument in which she essentially told me no one likes me because I am too self-centered.

All of my life, I have bent over backwards to try to make her happy. I have stood up for her when people we know have talked badly about her. I have walked on egg-shells and tried to make sure that I didn't bring p sad memories of her father that killed himself. I have helped her with almost everything she has ever done in my lifetime. But a couple of years ago, I decided my own children and husband took precedence over her. So she hasn't been numero uno on my list of people to please. So apparently I am selfish.

I guess I am just plain done. If she wants to treat me like crap because I finally tell her she isn't perfect, then I do not need her.

It just makes me kind of sad. As much as she has been a bitch, she is my mom, and I really hate the idea of not speaking to her.

5 more weeks

My due date is in a mere 5 more weeks. I am so excited about meeting my new little one. And about being NOT pregnant again. Pregnancy is a beautiful wonderful thing, but frankly, by the end of 40 weeks I am SO glad for it to be over. I did find out some co-workers are planning me a baby shower. Not exactly sure when, but I am excited about it. I don't have much of a social life so it will be nice to do something fun.

6 more weeks

I am about 6 weeks from having this baby. Slightly less, actually, and thanks whatever deities may exist for that. Being pregnant has some wonderful aspects, but I am at the point right now where I am just SO ready to be done. Plus, I have a nasty cold, and there is very little I can do for it. I can't even miss any more work, because I missed 2 days last week. Threw out my back and missed Thursday and Friday I woke up sick. Of course, the kids were sick all weekend too. Do you think I could get a hand with anything around the house? Of course not. Here I am, pregnant and sick, taking care of 2 sick kids, cooking a roast all day, giving Dad's dog her meds, doing dishes and all the other crap that needs done, and neither Micah or Dad will even get off their ass long enough to put dinner leftovers away. And Micah, of course, spent half the day Saturday napping. I want to slap them both.

not much going on

haven't had much happening the last few days. I got to go see the Rocky Horror Show at the local college and my dad's dog is sick. That's about it.

Kinda worried about the dog. She has an abscess under her jaw. Has been to the vet twice so far but doesn't seem to be getting any better. She is hardly eating. And she's just really not been herself. poor puppy.