The week that never was

On Tuesday, I decided that I would write off the events of the previous week and pretend as if the whole week had not occurred. Nobody wants to remember their worst long weekend ever, anyways...Today, I am extending that write-off until I wake up from my nap.

It all started last Friday when something (of which I still can't remember) happened that made me realize that mommydom was creeping up quickly, and although probably more prepared then most (the only think I don't have is my hospital bag packed and the supper thick maxi pads that go with it) I suddenly became keenly aware that not only was I going to have a baby in a couple months, but that my DH was going to be MIA (he'll be away working when the baby is born). The reality of the situation had finally sunk in - not that I have any doubt that I will be able to handle it, it is my job as a military spouse... but how did it come so quick?

Already locked into going out with my husband and his friends that Friday night, my pregnancy emotions took over and I became a blubbery mess. I hadn't really spent any time with my hubby in a while and the cool wife that he had on Thursday (the pregnant one that thought it was fine for him to go out on Friday) quickly disappeared.... Thank goodness for good friends. One of the nearest and dearest whisked me away to enjoy sweet goodness at a locally eatery and all was well (if you have never had to give up alcohol on May long before, then don't under-estimate the power of white chocolate).

I soon found myself with hubby at the local watering hole and was really enjoying myself (think River Side pub), when drunken DH suggested that we go to the local lounge (for you NS ppl, yes it really is like the lounge)... I refused to go and somehow DH didn't get the message that I meant that he wasn't supposed to go either... What is that new song? Blame it on the alcohol?

Needless to say, I went home alone and DH wasn't allowed in bed that night... Then once again pregnancy emotions took over and I decided to go on strike. I didn't get out of bed until 6 pm, when DH served me a good steak dinner... and DH still suffered for the rest of the evening by hearing my constant "you hurt my feelings" speech.

Then later that evening, my computer got a virus and by the next day it wouldn't even log on... A virus got me and it got me good. Thank goodness that we didn't get rid of our dinosaur laptops.

Sunday, although much better, found DH and I putting together countless items - the new futon, playpen and baby swing.... and just in case you haven't read the previous blogs, DH and I should not be allowed to put things together... yet at the end of the day we were still married and everything functioned properly (YAY)...

Then Monday came and although I love my dear cousin to bits and pieces, when I see her name appear on my phone I usually dread it... She only calls when bad things happen and of course the long weekend that I wanted to forget was made worse. My Aunt Donna, the matriarch of the family had passed away that morning :(

I then spent the majority of this week trying to figure out how I was going to make it home to be with my family. You see, this was the 4th person on my dad's side of the family to die in just a little over a year. Our growth rate is def not keeping up... Sad for me, I knew that with my ever increasing problems with my sciatic (not sure if that is spelled right) nerve, that the only way for me to travel was on a direct flight... and due to the fact that I will be a kept woman very soon, I realized that I could not afford to go:(... so here I sit today at home alone while the rest of my family once again joins together to celebrate the life of my aunt.

So, after the passing of my aunt I figured, okay so the rest of the long weekend wasn't that bad and the rest of the week can only get better (sometimes we need something really bad to happen to appreciate the other stuff)...

Nonetheless, when I realized Tuesday night that the itchy spot on my belly was actually a stretch mark, surrounded by 4 other of it's stretch mark brothers and sisters I had enough... Not that I thought I would make the whole pregnancy without any, but why do they have to be itchy and sore?... I also have a black cloud over my head that understands that there will be plenty more before this over... one of those, it will get worse before it gets better situations.

So pre-stretch mark findings, I decided that Wednesday things would be better and for the most part they were. Of course I had to deal with the never ending confusion of being a military wife and trying to schedule things around a schedule that never really seems to exist (I have rescheduled a bank appointment 3 times in the past month and a half).

The the beautiful weather of Thursday (still without my computer fixed) came and I was productive and even found time to study in the sun... but then something new happened. My body was reacting very different to the heat. Sweat was coming from area's that sweat should not come from on a lady... okay fine... I can deal with swassyness.... no problem... and I continued to say fooey to all of those people that play pity on women who carry babies through the summer... and then it got dark.

Yes, it got dark and in my non-air conditioned home I soon realized why all those people played pity on me for being pregnant in the summer. It was hot, and not just a little hot, really hot... and my body is a furnace...

So being hot, I drank more water (and so did the dog)... and with a baby on your bladder it is not good to drink more water before bed... and it was windy so the blind was making lots of noise... so between the blind, the puppy's 3 potty breaks (which coincided somewhere with my 5) and the fact that it was just too bloody hot to sleep, I am sure that I am running on fumes today and am doubtful that any sleep really did occur.

To top it off, I could have slept in today, but the carpenters had an appointment with me to come fix my window's at 8 am... by 8:30 am, they still weren't here and upon calling the company I was casually told "the guys must have forgot.".... Grrrrrrrrrrr... Well I didn't forget and if they do decide to show up on Monday I will make sure they remember that they forgot about me.

So now, while I wait for the computer place to call and tell me that I can get the disk that has my nearest and dearest documents on it (as they still don't have my computer fixed), I think that I will once again try to go get some extra sleep and when I wake up I will pretend like the past week never was (maybe if I do this I can also pretend like my horrendous, hormonally charged, mood swings aren't back either).