Wednesday, April 22, 2009

One of Those Days

Ok, so normally my goal would be to reserve this blog for life's warm fuzzies such as Baby Choate and our random family happenings, but today it's going to serve as a pregnant woman's vent session. And before you judge, yes, I am extremely grateful for the incredible life I have and remember it everyday...just not right at this moment on this day:

12:30 a.m. - Awake; I blame the hormones
1:32 a.m. - Awake again
3:13 a.m. - You guessed it...awake
4:42 a.m. - You get the point
5:16 a.m. - Give up and actually wake
5:30 a.m. - Begin cleanning for the contractor (yippe! it's tiling day!)
6:40 a.m. - Try for breakfast and nausea sets in; hit DVR and none of my shoes recorded; see Ellie has consumed my fluffy pink slipper
7:15 a.m. - Start working; begin getting worked up from crazy, hormonal emails
7:30 a.m. - Two work "fires" pop up and I almost combust (note: this is not my normal reaction - I blame Little Choate; Ellie goes to daycare with the "good" collar on, which she will promptly ruin with fun swimming activities
9:00 a.m. - work, work, work and begin noting contractor has not yet arrived
10:00 a.m. - try for snack and still nauseous; have to resort to the Zofran
10:30 a.m. - leave message for contractor; more work drama
11:30 a.m. - try to wrestle up some food in kitchen; resort to Healthy Choice meal that won't even unfreeze with all the microwave power in the world
Noon: leave more scathing message on contractor's voicemail (no more chirpy voice)
1:40 p.m. - hop in car to go to Sonic to relieve stress (don't judge); have only 4 miles of gas left and decide yes, I can make it
1:41 p.m. - large spider on rearview mirror almost sends me catapulting into the police car next to me (by the way I had just avoided a complete stop at a red light)
1:42 p.m. - use cute pink wallet to try and smash spider and I'm on the cell phone
1:45 p.m. - arrive at gas station and realize my debit card is missing; given we did Dave Ramsey and don't even own a credit card...getting home could be a problem as pregnancy does not lend itself to flirting with creepy people for free gas
1:48 p.m. - scream into the sky and head to Sonic anyway; have to have cheddar bites so dig frantically through the car looking for loose change, carefully avoiding the rebirth of the missing large spider
1:49 p.m. - call Mike to tell him my sorry behind left the debit card at happy hour last night...on an outdoor table...with minimal waiter assistance...
1:52 p.m. - call Verizon 411 and get charged for it, but bright light! my card is safe at the restaurant and Mom is kind enough to fetch for me (xoxo)
1:53 p.m. - gas hits zero...pass the same cop and think to myself that surely he would help a pregnant woman in times of crisis...
1:57 p.m. - crazy enough, make it the wrong order at Sonic
2:00 p.m. - decide to take raging thoughts out on contractor's voicemail
2:01 p.m. - contractor answers and says "he must have forgotten to check his calendar that morning." really??? REALLY????? and you run a legitimate business, really???
2:02 p.m. - carefully share that I work and can't just be home and that I expect he arrive Friday and compensate for part of my day's pay as well as the daycare costs of sending Ellie
2:03 p.m. - (both sit in awkard silence)
2:05 p.m. - call to consult with girlfriend with new baby, who assures me that insanity and thinking others are just stupid is a normal part of pregnancy and that yes, someday it will go away.

At least there's that.

It's now only 2:38 p.m....who knows what the evening will bring? Cheers to a brighter night ahead! Oh, and if you see a big, black hairy spider...kill it.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Oh, sweet girl!! YOu have my sympathies! Tomorrow will be another day.