Today marks my 9th week pregnant with bun #3.
He/She is the size of a grape and about an inch long and weighs not even an ounce. He/She has tiny earlobes, a mouth, a nose and nostrils.
As of today I’ve lost four pounds since my first doctors visit on the 18th and there is a continual decline. I don’t know if it’s because of the bun or the fact that I’ve only been going to the gym once a week now instead of twice (we didn’t even go last week – maybe losing muscle mass?) – so I’m gonna say it’s the bun.
I haven’t been sick at all and once case of heart burn that lasted only a few minutes at most. Food wise, I haven’t changed my habits. We switched over to decaf tea and coffee almost a month ago before I even knew I was pregnant (which is still hard for me to believe even now) and I don’t force myself to eat. I eat when I’m hungry. Saturday I didn’t even eat dinner cause I just wasn’t hungry. Everyone else ate though.
Keira, bless her heart, hates her dress for Halloween. I am glad I could help out the lady that made it by buying it from her but we had to just put it on her after making our own changes so it would fit and let her cry and get used to it. It was too small when we got it and wouldn’t go on her at all. I think she will be fine though. After she stopped crying and I gave her some candy (don’t judge) she finally wore it for a bit without crying. She’s supposed to wear it to dance class tonight for their Halloween party, say a little prayer for us!
Jeremy decided that he would tackle the main bathroom remodel before Keira’s birthday on the 16th. Which means pulling up the base boards, pulling up the linoleum & the toilet, taping off and painting, cleaning the concrete, leveling it, putting down tile, grout the tile, seal the tile and installing the newly painted base boards & shoe molding. We don’t have new fixtures for his bathroom just yet so the family will have to bear with the crappy lights that are in there currently.
Our dilemma? Paint it the blue color we bought already (which I love) or go out and buy more green paint like we used in the master bathroom. When we bought our house in 2005 (we’ve lived there 8 years? really???) it was all construction beige. YUCK.
Currently the kitchen is chocolate-brown and light brown with white chair railing with a red accent wall, Keira’s room is greyish and pink and Seth’s room is blue and our master bathroom is green. We have plans to paint the rest of the living room and hallway a yellowish color (not a bright yellow) that goes nicely with the chocolate wall in there. My thing is, the blue color for the main bathroom won’t connect well with the yellow color we want on the hallway walls – at least I don’t think it will.
Suggestions please!!!!!!!
Now on to the venting.
I don’t even know how to go about getting this out but if I don’t, I’ll explode. My family was very close until my Grandmother passed away, she was our glue. We all just kind of melted away from one another. These days – we are more connected thanks to Facebook (some of us anyway) and that makes me happy. Even though I can’t see my cousin every weekend like I used to, I can still message her and let her know I’m here if she needs me or just to tell her I am thinking about her.
On the other hand – it seems like Facebook can make people more distant than they were. Instead of talking every weekend – there is just nothing.
Sometimes it’s like my family just doesn’t exist in their little world. Now, for certain people I could give a flying flip if they think about my family BUT for other certain people it’s almost like a slap in the face. Am I crying over here? Nope. Are my feelings hurt? YES.
DO NOT tell me how much you miss the kids and wish you could spend more time with them when you could see them or come by when ever you wanted to with just a phone call to see if we are home. DO NOT tell me that you wish we could all spend more time together when I can just feel that you don’t really care. DO NOT treat my children differently. I won’t elaborate on that point but I and several other people have witnessed it with their own eyeballs standing right there.
Just FYI, I’m not talking about a specific person, I’m talking about a group of people – related and not related. So please don’t sit over there and cry and have a pity party thinking I’m talking about you. I am to the point where I am just done caring about this situation with this group of people. If you want to be involved with our family then act like it. If not, continue on your merry way.
Vent over.
