Well shit, I had a moment of clarity for like the last two weeks. Enjoying a clear head, great sleep, and worry free since that earthquake. I can't explain why, but things like that give me a clear head about life and stuff.
Well it all came back today, like a freight train of worry. I need to get my car worked on, the starter is out, so I think. I need to get bills in check and debts cleared before this new baby comes so I can shoulder this family for six whole long agonizing weeks. Thats credit card payments, car payments, house payment, cell phone, home phone, dish, all of the stuff that has to be covered in a month, and I have to do it for almost two. It sucks worrying about this.
To top things off, add in the aforementioned blue balls from lack of nookie. An extremely hormonal, stressed, and emotional wife. A kid who is defiant as all hell lately, for seemingly no reason. And work being a pain in my ass. Trying to get the house clean for my dad's birthday party on Saturday, a birthday party to attend on Sunday. And all of this during finals week for wifey.
I fucking hate finals week!
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
Tuesday, April 29, 2008
#6: A small worry.
With all the news of shit going up in price (rice, gas, oil, food, beer, wheat, bread, milk, etc.) its kind of hard to figure out how to make ends meet when the new baby arrives. I really worry and worry hard about if my measly pittance will make the bills, food and gas needed for both vehicles.
Even more, I worry about if it will help when it comes time to shoulder the bills for the house by myself till six weeks after this baby is born. And I can't up but think about what is going to happen. Will things cost so much in December that I can't do this? And then I don't have anything saved up but I have no credit card debt (or so the plan goes).
These are the things I worry about whilest cleaning out the litter box. Or showering.
Damn, I hate worrying. But its what I have to do I guess.
Man, I have to fart bad!
Even more, I worry about if it will help when it comes time to shoulder the bills for the house by myself till six weeks after this baby is born. And I can't up but think about what is going to happen. Will things cost so much in December that I can't do this? And then I don't have anything saved up but I have no credit card debt (or so the plan goes).
These are the things I worry about whilest cleaning out the litter box. Or showering.
Damn, I hate worrying. But its what I have to do I guess.
Man, I have to fart bad!
#5: A kitty, a kid, and a pregnant wife...oh the show that could be written.
So. Two weeks after finding out about the new being growing inside my wife. We had to visit kiddo's preschool and get her acclimated to it. She's going through a lot of changes as is her new sibling. And we were at Beth's house. And she had a new kitty. Ten weeks old. Cutest little thing!
I know, I had that moment! But I decided, since I was living in the now, and I've always wanted a cat. Because mouse traps suck. So I got a cat. And she is a great cat to play with, she's so curious! And she is just so so cute! I know, I'm a man, and I said cute...kiss my ass!
But, kiddo tries to empty the litter box. And wifey can't, so I accept my daughter's help. But she gets litter EVERYWHERE! She forgets to shake the poo and pee clumps out so we get rid of the bad stuff but not the clean litter! Not for lack of trying, but I told her that daddy should really handle the kitty litter. Because its not really safe for her or mommy to do so. Especially in mommy's condition.
We believe she knows. But we still have to tell her. Till next time....
I know, I had that moment! But I decided, since I was living in the now, and I've always wanted a cat. Because mouse traps suck. So I got a cat. And she is a great cat to play with, she's so curious! And she is just so so cute! I know, I'm a man, and I said cute...kiss my ass!
But, kiddo tries to empty the litter box. And wifey can't, so I accept my daughter's help. But she gets litter EVERYWHERE! She forgets to shake the poo and pee clumps out so we get rid of the bad stuff but not the clean litter! Not for lack of trying, but I told her that daddy should really handle the kitty litter. Because its not really safe for her or mommy to do so. Especially in mommy's condition.
We believe she knows. But we still have to tell her. Till next time....
#4: The pregnant form...hide the kiddies...and kitties.
Ok, I admit it, I am a man, therefore, I am in a constant state of...oh fuck it, lets not mince words...I'm horny for my wife...all the damn time!
Why? Because, my wife is in the most erotic state for me. I'm a big fan of the pregnant form. So much of a fan, that this time, I'm taking pictures of her form each week so I can track the progress. Nothing fancy, no porn stuff, just some shots, bra and panties, so I can see the form expand and take shape.
Her form turns me on even when she isn't pregnant. She's not what most people consider hot by any means. But she has a shape that is all her own. She is a bigger woman, but she is proud of who she is, she doesn't starve herself, doesn't workout everyday for eighteen hours, and doesn't count calories. She is happy with who she is, although she wants to lose some weight to get some more energy, and not feel so tired. And I can support her on that. I've dropped 30 lbs in the last 18 months, and I'm not looking back. So whatever she wants to do to her body, I am all for.
When she gets pregnant, and even I noticed this in the first pregnancy. I was so turned on, just watching her breasts grow and get heavy with milk. Watching her belly cradle this new life, and expanding to fit it. Like her motherly state was just so much of a turn on that when she wasn't wanting it, I had to look away! Not really going to elaborate much more on that! I don't know why I love this state so much. But I know I enjoy every day of it. Waking up next her goddess-like state. Makes the day start awesomely! Nothing excites me more than touching her form to rub her down, lotion her body, make her aches go away or lessen. Because it feels like I'm in the presence of a goddess. And it makes me so hard I could cut diamonds!
Ooh look, a kitty!....
Why? Because, my wife is in the most erotic state for me. I'm a big fan of the pregnant form. So much of a fan, that this time, I'm taking pictures of her form each week so I can track the progress. Nothing fancy, no porn stuff, just some shots, bra and panties, so I can see the form expand and take shape.
Her form turns me on even when she isn't pregnant. She's not what most people consider hot by any means. But she has a shape that is all her own. She is a bigger woman, but she is proud of who she is, she doesn't starve herself, doesn't workout everyday for eighteen hours, and doesn't count calories. She is happy with who she is, although she wants to lose some weight to get some more energy, and not feel so tired. And I can support her on that. I've dropped 30 lbs in the last 18 months, and I'm not looking back. So whatever she wants to do to her body, I am all for.
When she gets pregnant, and even I noticed this in the first pregnancy. I was so turned on, just watching her breasts grow and get heavy with milk. Watching her belly cradle this new life, and expanding to fit it. Like her motherly state was just so much of a turn on that when she wasn't wanting it, I had to look away! Not really going to elaborate much more on that! I don't know why I love this state so much. But I know I enjoy every day of it. Waking up next her goddess-like state. Makes the day start awesomely! Nothing excites me more than touching her form to rub her down, lotion her body, make her aches go away or lessen. Because it feels like I'm in the presence of a goddess. And it makes me so hard I could cut diamonds!
Ooh look, a kitty!....
#3: Who to tell?
Well, first thought when we found out. Who do we tell about the new addition to the family?
A small aside, however: I know I'm putting out a lot of blogs in the first day, when I could just compile them together. But I'm getting you up to speed by topic, and it makes it quicker to read.
Ok, the first time around, the first words out of my mom's mouth were, and I quote: "Oh shit, Jason!"
So obviously, she's not the first.
Who was first, my wife's best friend. Bad fucking idea. (More info on that in another post...or later, who knows)
Then we told all of our friends. My brother and his wife. Her parents, her brother, and everyone she goes to class with, and everyone I work with.
And this coming Saturday, May 3rd. I'm telling my dad.
All this before telling my mom.
She has to wait a couple weeks. Although we think she already has an idea.
Ok, so why was it such a bad idea to tell my wife's best friend? Well, not to rehash too many details, but here's why she is such a shadow on the parade.
She'd been pregnant since October. And found out in like late January-early February. And at that point we'd had two unsuccessful months of trying. Fast forward about four more weeks. She lost her kid. No one but her knows all the events that transpired that night. We've been accused of everything sinister and evil about this whole situation. Things have gone as far as wishing that my wife would experience the same thing she did. So that she could have hers. But that bridge has been crossed, and working on getting back on the path. At least as far as I know.
So yeah, not even two weeks after that happened to her. We tell her the most Earth-shattering news anyone could drop on someone in that situation. And its hard, because of the fallout from that incident, to even tell her. But wifey decided to. Because its better than hiding it or lying about it.
So yeah, keep tuned in here for what happens when I tell my dad and mom. I'm sure it will be interesting.
So much interesting things and scenery...
A small aside, however: I know I'm putting out a lot of blogs in the first day, when I could just compile them together. But I'm getting you up to speed by topic, and it makes it quicker to read.
Ok, the first time around, the first words out of my mom's mouth were, and I quote: "Oh shit, Jason!"
So obviously, she's not the first.
Who was first, my wife's best friend. Bad fucking idea. (More info on that in another post...or later, who knows)
Then we told all of our friends. My brother and his wife. Her parents, her brother, and everyone she goes to class with, and everyone I work with.
And this coming Saturday, May 3rd. I'm telling my dad.
All this before telling my mom.
She has to wait a couple weeks. Although we think she already has an idea.
Ok, so why was it such a bad idea to tell my wife's best friend? Well, not to rehash too many details, but here's why she is such a shadow on the parade.
She'd been pregnant since October. And found out in like late January-early February. And at that point we'd had two unsuccessful months of trying. Fast forward about four more weeks. She lost her kid. No one but her knows all the events that transpired that night. We've been accused of everything sinister and evil about this whole situation. Things have gone as far as wishing that my wife would experience the same thing she did. So that she could have hers. But that bridge has been crossed, and working on getting back on the path. At least as far as I know.
So yeah, not even two weeks after that happened to her. We tell her the most Earth-shattering news anyone could drop on someone in that situation. And its hard, because of the fallout from that incident, to even tell her. But wifey decided to. Because its better than hiding it or lying about it.
So yeah, keep tuned in here for what happens when I tell my dad and mom. I'm sure it will be interesting.
So much interesting things and scenery...
#2: Naming the little sprite
So, now comes the time to think of names. I've been feeling dude energy in the house a lot lately. So, my intuition tells me we're having a boy. So we're hammering hardcore on boy names so we can have one when we get one.
We're bad with coming up with boys names. We can click off 400 girl names. And 200 variations on each. In one day. But coming up with a boy name is so hard, we can't use anyone in the family for reasons of stupidity, not liking names, etc. So we're looking into off the wall ideas.
But wifey showed me a picture of what the little sprite would look like at this point in the womb. And it looks like a cashew. And I'm like: "Let's do this, I'm a cashew!"
So thats the name he's stuck with for right now. Cashew.
Now who do we tell?
We're bad with coming up with boys names. We can click off 400 girl names. And 200 variations on each. In one day. But coming up with a boy name is so hard, we can't use anyone in the family for reasons of stupidity, not liking names, etc. So we're looking into off the wall ideas.
But wifey showed me a picture of what the little sprite would look like at this point in the womb. And it looks like a cashew. And I'm like: "Let's do this, I'm a cashew!"
So thats the name he's stuck with for right now. Cashew.
Now who do we tell?
#1: Being a first time dad, the second time around.
Let me tell you about myself first.
I'm a dad already, in case you didn't already catch that. Five years or so ago, we found out that we were having a birth in our little fledgling family. I say that because we were. We'd only been married about four months at that point. And that was not the first thing in my wife's mind. I couldn't have been happier, as a matter of fact, I was jumping for joy on the bed, which subsequently helped the frame start to buckle.
The next 24 weeks were intense and filled with emotions incomparable to any ever experienced up to that date. In that time, we had both lost jobs, and I was trying to find money to get things going. With gas at 1.89 at the time (oh the good ol' days) and traveling 45 minutes to each doctors appt (which got expensive in the last eight weeks!) and living on a shoestring, although at my mom's house (not one of my most proud moments, but thanks mom!), life was too hard to actually enjoy the *whole* pregnancy. We got to enjoy the ultrasound, and the visits, and the eating at Fazoli's before or after each visit :).... And the idea of the drive, and the talks we had.
But this time around, we knew as early as two weeks after the expected ovulation date (more on that later). And the great thing is, I get to see and feel all the changes, much to my wife's behest and sarcastic comments sometimes. But I am the loving hubby, rubbing her back (much to my own behest sometimes, again, more later), getting her stuff most of the time she asks for it, and doting in many ways that I can't describe at this time.
And the fun that can get described in the fact of having a kid, and a cat, at the same time as bringing a new one into the world can only be experienced firsthand, but I'll try to relay it on here as well I can.
Now only to name the little bugger....
I'm a dad already, in case you didn't already catch that. Five years or so ago, we found out that we were having a birth in our little fledgling family. I say that because we were. We'd only been married about four months at that point. And that was not the first thing in my wife's mind. I couldn't have been happier, as a matter of fact, I was jumping for joy on the bed, which subsequently helped the frame start to buckle.
The next 24 weeks were intense and filled with emotions incomparable to any ever experienced up to that date. In that time, we had both lost jobs, and I was trying to find money to get things going. With gas at 1.89 at the time (oh the good ol' days) and traveling 45 minutes to each doctors appt (which got expensive in the last eight weeks!) and living on a shoestring, although at my mom's house (not one of my most proud moments, but thanks mom!), life was too hard to actually enjoy the *whole* pregnancy. We got to enjoy the ultrasound, and the visits, and the eating at Fazoli's before or after each visit :).... And the idea of the drive, and the talks we had.
But this time around, we knew as early as two weeks after the expected ovulation date (more on that later). And the great thing is, I get to see and feel all the changes, much to my wife's behest and sarcastic comments sometimes. But I am the loving hubby, rubbing her back (much to my own behest sometimes, again, more later), getting her stuff most of the time she asks for it, and doting in many ways that I can't describe at this time.
And the fun that can get described in the fact of having a kid, and a cat, at the same time as bringing a new one into the world can only be experienced firsthand, but I'll try to relay it on here as well I can.
Now only to name the little bugger....
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