All about me, my hubby, my babies, and my puppy.
Since so many people are having babies, I've decided to do something simple for gifts. This is a washcloth I made. It only took me 4 hours while I was at work. (which means I was squeezing in working on it in between phone calls and helping salespeople) I think it turned out rather nicely, and with all the other cute little bath things that will be with it, it will be a wonderful gift. Everyone loves a clean baby!
Everyone else I know who is pregnant is having a girl. We're having a boy.
Everyone else I know who is pregnant has a belly. I'm just starting to get one.
Everyone else I know who is pregnant seems to have it together. I feel so scattered!
Everyone else I know who is pregnant doesn't have to work. I have a job I can't stand.
Everyone else I know who is pregnant didn't get morning sickness. I was sick for 1.5 months.
Why is it that I can never be like anyone else?! Not that I'm not thrilled about having a boy, because I am...and everyone says I'm lucky to still be able to wear my regular clothes at 5 months. But I want to buy maternity clothes! I want everyone to be able to tell that I'm pregnant! I want to be able to remember where I left my keys or if I locked the door or where i ate lunch. I want to be able to do anything I want all day because I don't have to go punch a clock for 8 hours and deal with people who, after working there for years, still don't know how to do their job. I want to have time for my craft projects and exercise and playing with my dog and my husband. I don't want to have to watch everything I eat because anything remotely spicy makes me sick. I want to go camping and fishing and hiking and do all those things without being out of breath or tired. I want to sleep all night without having to get up 5 times to go to the bathroom. I want to sleep laying on my stomach!
That's my rant, and I'm sticking to it.
