2006-03-19 - 7:16 p.m.
Sometimes I feel that I let my children have way too much influence over my free time. For instance, this computer I'm on right now, as far as they are concerned it's only to be used for them to watch the haunted house screensaver and wait for the cat to run across the screen.
They get mad and bug me the entire time if I dare try to use it for something else. This is literally the first time I've been on here since Monday,except for checking the bank account really fast. And Callie is downstairs yelling for me to come watch her rodeo parade. (She has an unbelieveable imagination)Well you know what. NO! I'm on the computer. That's what I told her. She and Emily don't even let me go to the bathroom by myself, so I would like some free time for just 15 minutes!!! It's not like my door is locked and they can't come in. They're more than welcome to play in my room while I'm on the computer.
Oh my, could it be that I've raised brats!? Lord help me.
The baby belly is already growing. Somebody please let me know, is this supposed to happen with the third baby?
Literally within a week of the positive pregnancy test I was wearing maternity jeans. I could be farther along than just a few weeks, the month before I had been gaining a few pounds and had gone back on my slim*fast diet the week before I took the positive test. Plus the fact the my breasts had been leaking, and I haven't nursed a baby in over 2 years! I guess I'll find out in April when I go to the Dr. Callie has insisted from the beginning that there are 2 babies in my tummy. Let's hope not.
Oh, and to make matters worse I have NO maternity clothes. How could this be you ask since I've already been pregnant twice! Well about 2 years ago this chick that went to school with my little brother showed up at my house, why I can't really remember (Oh and my brother called her crazy candis)and she was 4 mos. pregnant and she had this sob story about how her parents had kicked her out, and her boyfriend had beat her up and she was wearing regular pants that were unbuttoned. She told me she didn't have any maternity clothes, nor a job to buy any. So, being that the Lord made me a sympathetic person I gave her all of my maternity clothes. Why not? I thought. Emily was a few months old and I certainly wasn't planning on having another baby anytime soon.
So I gave her everything. Even the maternity underwear. Two trash bags full of clothes, on the condition that I wanted them back. Now that I need them, I finally tracked her down and after the last two weeks of dodging me and ignoring me, she had her ex inform me that she doesn't know where they are. She either lost all of them or she gave them away and if she did she doesn't remember to whom she gave them.
So now here I am. Wearing my regular pants, unbuttoned and folded under. Isn't that ironic? I'm not mad at her. I consider it a lesson learned. One that kind of ate away at me for a few days but, a lesson regardless. Now, the real question is...will I learn from it? I don't know. But as far as the clothes go I've only had two pairs of jeans for the last two years anyway, so why should the next 8 months be any different.
Did I mention that I need to have two wisdom teeth pulled desperately.
And lets all remember, I CAN'T DRINK ANY WINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
