Friday, 4. January 2013
I got my bill for $107 from Hostmonster (the monster that hosts my blog) in December. For a few days I considered shutting it all down, closing up the blog and starting a new hobby. Said hobby being taking a nap.
That’s what being in the first trimester of pregnancy while raising a toddler and working full time will do to you. It will take you into this foggy place where you sleepwalk through the days counting the minutes until the second trimester.
Anyway, I paid the bill knowing that I could never abandon the blog, and that eventually I’d get back to it. After all, there are stories to share, and what is my life without making fun of my husband? And now that Harper is totally a toddler and not a baby, I can start making fun of her too. I mean, she got her first hair cut, and that warrants a blog post in and of itself (mommy is sorry. she has a problem with home hair cuts).
We called her Lloyd for a few weeks, but luckily it grew out OK before she started her new daycare. There is enough anxiety dropping your child off at daycare without being the parent of the kid with fucked up bangs and blue nails. By the way, I don’t choose her nail color. Anyone who has kids knows that they know exactly how to tell you what they want. And for some reason every time she digs through the basket of colors, she always picks out the same blue color. I’ve been trying to tell her that blue nail polish is so 2012, but she don’t care.
She’s learning and saying lots of words, which is exciting and petrifying all at once. My days of fuck are numbered, and I realized this the other day when Laef told me something exciting and I said, “NICE!” and Harper immediately followed with “Nith!”
I was super excited, and then super sad. She can not be the kid with jacked bangs, blue nail polish AND the one that says “fuck yeah!” when she gets her string cheese and goldfish for snack.
So, I’m working on my language. She can’t read yet, so the blog doesn’t count. Fuck yeah!
Now that I’m in week 14 (Sidenote: I am not nearly as diligent with counting the weeks of this pregnancy. I have the correct doctor appointments scheduled at the correct milestone weeks, so I’ll know as I go. I know a few things: I’m due July 5th. If my baby is born on the same day as that Kardashian OR has the same name, I’ll cry. If my baby is born on the same day as Princess Kate, OR has the same name, I can live with that.) I’m feeling much, much better. My marriage somehow survived even though my bitch level was like even higher than usual (“Just another Tuesday” – Laef) and I cried all the time. I knew shit was haywire when I was sobbing while watching an old episode of My So Called Life.
That was the point that I put on my running clothes and made myself get outside and get moving. Running and writing on the blog have always been my outlets.
Here’s to bringing them both back in 2013. And bringing in another family member. And to this little nugget being the cutest, most well-behaved girl at school.