Why is it when someone close to you has a baby, it automatically makes you want to follow suit?
My step sister gave birth to 6 lbs 3 oz baby Alyssa last night, and my other sister is preggo. And all my hubby can talk about is having our own kid.
I wish it were that simple.
I've got to lose at least 25 pounds before I can even think about trying to go off BC. Getting knocked up on accident is not even an option for me. My lungs are so bad that I will most likely be on bed rest, or hospital bound, for at least the last 2 months of my pregnancy. I will have to have a c-section. The natural option isn't available for me. If I tried, I would kill myself, no questions asked.
So I've started dieting, trying to get myself into better shape so that when we decide to bring another little one into the world, I can actually do it safely.
One of the things you have to keep in mind when you've got bilateral vocal chord paralysis and an airway only a little bigger then a coffee stirrer.
But to end this on a happy note....
La!
And I love my niece, even though I've never met her.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Saturday, April 25, 2009
Things Could Get Interesting...
Being newlywed is very interesting.
Most people, when they're planning a wedding, hardly ever think about what they are going to do with their future. They get back from the honeymoon and say, Holy shit, this guy sits and plays video games all day long. Or, why didn't anyone tell me that she can't cook to save her life? Usually, it's a rough wakeup call and adjustment period for couples.
I use to be a firm believer in the old Catholic traditions, meaning no cohabitation before marriage, no sex. But now I can say that I'm glad that my husband lived with me and parents while we were engaged. So once we were married, I didn't freak out about him brushing his teeth in the shower, or the fact that he wants dino shaped nuggets for dinner 3 times a week. None of this was shocking. And it didn't take me long to get a custom to being married.
By no means does it mean that it was easy.
He was laid off his job only 2 months after we were married. And yes, it was only for a month, and we knew it might happen. But the pittance we had taken the time to save over the summer only lasted us a few bills. We had to pick which bills to pay, hoping to hold off collector's until almost 6 weeks later, when his first paycheck came in.
But we survived.
We're really good at surviving.
And now we're close to thriving.
All we need now is a dog and we'll be set.
Most people, when they're planning a wedding, hardly ever think about what they are going to do with their future. They get back from the honeymoon and say, Holy shit, this guy sits and plays video games all day long. Or, why didn't anyone tell me that she can't cook to save her life? Usually, it's a rough wakeup call and adjustment period for couples.
I use to be a firm believer in the old Catholic traditions, meaning no cohabitation before marriage, no sex. But now I can say that I'm glad that my husband lived with me and parents while we were engaged. So once we were married, I didn't freak out about him brushing his teeth in the shower, or the fact that he wants dino shaped nuggets for dinner 3 times a week. None of this was shocking. And it didn't take me long to get a custom to being married.
By no means does it mean that it was easy.
He was laid off his job only 2 months after we were married. And yes, it was only for a month, and we knew it might happen. But the pittance we had taken the time to save over the summer only lasted us a few bills. We had to pick which bills to pay, hoping to hold off collector's until almost 6 weeks later, when his first paycheck came in.
But we survived.
We're really good at surviving.
And now we're close to thriving.
All we need now is a dog and we'll be set.
Friday, April 24, 2009
Well...
Don't let the title truly fool you. Yes, I'm mute, or was at one time. But now I've got a subtle whisper that sometimes scares little children. I've come to terms with the fact that there are somethings that will be incredibly hard for me. That my life will never be as easy as it might have been if I had a voice like everyone else.
I can deal with people staring at me, or laughing as I walk by. It's not really their fault that they don't know any better. After all, most people think that I'm just sick or something.
And hey, high school girls can laugh all they want at me. After all, I never really considered myself one of them.
But I'm digressing. The whole point of this first post was to make sure that the readers didn't end up feeling like they've been duped by a liar.
I was mute, for the last semester of my high school experience. I couldn't talk, at all. Sure, I found ways to communicate. But that didn't change the fact that I would sit in the back of the classroom, knowing the answer, but not wanting to take the time to write it out on the white board. I couldn't really get in on discussions, but although I could give a basic answer, I lacked the ability to elaborate. And joining in on classroom debates about life isn't as fun when you can only add 5 or 6 written words.
So I still consider myself mute, even though now I can talk up a storm. I'm not normal. I never was normal, nor will I ever be normal. But people have been telling me that I should write down my thought and stories. So I figured, what the heck. Might as well fill people in on my humor, and give people a peek into my life. It might get deep sometimes, even philosophical. I'll try to make you laugh when I can. But I can't promise that my humor will always fit everyone.
So people might not read it, but I've taken the time to write it down, so I'm doing my part.
I can deal with people staring at me, or laughing as I walk by. It's not really their fault that they don't know any better. After all, most people think that I'm just sick or something.
And hey, high school girls can laugh all they want at me. After all, I never really considered myself one of them.
But I'm digressing. The whole point of this first post was to make sure that the readers didn't end up feeling like they've been duped by a liar.
I was mute, for the last semester of my high school experience. I couldn't talk, at all. Sure, I found ways to communicate. But that didn't change the fact that I would sit in the back of the classroom, knowing the answer, but not wanting to take the time to write it out on the white board. I couldn't really get in on discussions, but although I could give a basic answer, I lacked the ability to elaborate. And joining in on classroom debates about life isn't as fun when you can only add 5 or 6 written words.
So I still consider myself mute, even though now I can talk up a storm. I'm not normal. I never was normal, nor will I ever be normal. But people have been telling me that I should write down my thought and stories. So I figured, what the heck. Might as well fill people in on my humor, and give people a peek into my life. It might get deep sometimes, even philosophical. I'll try to make you laugh when I can. But I can't promise that my humor will always fit everyone.
So people might not read it, but I've taken the time to write it down, so I'm doing my part.
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