Well, tomorrow will be thirty weeks into this pregnancy of mine. I can't believe that I only have 10 weeks left until I meet my little peanut!! I'm so excited. :) Everyone is so anxious to meet her, but I don't think anyone is as anxious as I am. Sure, it might partly be because I am sooooo tired of being pregnant, but hey, can you blame me?! This third trimester is really taking a toll on me. My husband can't understand why all I do is eat, sleep, and pee. I've tried to explain that I'm just preparing him for all that the baby will do.
My back is suddenly starting to hate this pregnancy, too. I've had back problems my entire life (thanks, Granny, for passing those genes along) but I've been so lucky as to not have any more problems than usual for the first two trimesters. Sure, it sucks not being on pain medication and I've had to get creative in how I lay down and whatnot, but it's been pretty good. Now, all of sudden, my back is flipping me off, telling me that it's over this whole pregnancy thing - and all I can think is, "Me too!!" I know these last ten weeks will fly by; I just hope to get through them without any more trips to the emergency room because of my back pain.
The husband and I had a conversation last night about this possibly being our only child. Between the bipolar disorder getting so screwed up during pregnancy and my back issues, I don't know that I could go through this again. He said he was fine with that, and that he understood. I don't want to get my tubes tied or anything though, just in case we change our minds and by some miracle a doctor can completely fix my back. No burning any bridges for me.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Feeling so much better!
I appear to have gone MIA, have I not? Well, I went to the hospital. I ended up needing to be checked into an inpatient facility for the hallucinations, but it was exactly what I needed. I'm now feeling back to my normal self! I'm so much of my normal self that the husband & I have really been focusing on getting things ready for the baby. The crib is put together and spent the evening registering online. It was pretty fun ... and amusing. We were originally going to do the nursery in black, white, and red, as these colors help eye sight development in infants. And then we went on Walmart.com to register for the baby shower in January, and he found ... Winnie the Pooh. I died laughing when he just went on and on about HOW CUTE IT IS! It was precious to see him so wrapped up in all of it. So the room is now going to be Winnie the Pooh. :) I'm pretty excited. Things are really falling into place.
And now, to steal from my fellow blogger, Maria. :)
Would you rather live in the country or the city?
I would have to say the country. I grew up in the city, yet had a fascination for the country. Now, my husband and I live in 'the-middle-of-nowhere' and I absolutely love it. I can see the stars every night, there's privacy, and yet there's a sense of community out here. Even though I'm a good distance from my friends and family, I wouldn't change it.
Would you rather have a big noisy family or a small quiet one?
Hmm, I suppose if I had to choose, I would choose a small quiet one. I grew up with a big noisy family, but that usually means (at least in my case) that people aren't listening to each other. There's so much hustle and bustle that no one can keep up with when who is doing what, and people are left out a lot.
Would you rather read a book or play a game?
Definitely read. I'm more of a solitary type of person... and reading is always stimulating some part of the brain. I'm always learning or creating when I read. It's like a kind of high for me.
Would you rather eat a juicy steak or a well done one?
I always order medium-well, HOWEVER at this moment, I would looooove a nice, juicy, bloody steak. Since I'm pregnant, I have to be careful about eating meats that are not thoroughly cooked, so I've been eating them well done. Will definitely have to add 'rare steak' to the list of things to enjoy as soon as I have this kid. :)
Would you rather go to a chick flick or an action movie?
It truly depends on my mood. I enjoy both types of movies, but if I had to choose, I would probably choose an action movie - but I would want it to be a suspenseful, thought-provoking type of action movie. Like Se7en or the Butterfly Effect.
Would you rather study alone or study in a group?
Definitely alone. If you study in a group, you are still having to study all parts of it, so why even bother with the other people? Besides, I study best in well-lit, quiet rooms. People talking are not conducive to my ability to absorb information.
Would you rather look at the stars or watch the sun rise?
Watch the sun rise, only because I have the pleasure of seeing the stars almost every night, thanks to living in the country. A sunrise is usually a special occasion for me, accompanied with coffee and someone I care about deeply.
Would you rather be hot or cold?
My answer to this always has been, and always will be, cold. When you're cold, you can bundle up to be warmer. In the dead of summer - especially in Texas - you can only take so much off ... and then you're still hot. Besides, being cold usually also includes a comfy blanket, cozy socks, hoodies, hot chocolate, and cuddling with my husband. How can I go wrong with that? :)
Would you rather eat cake or pie?
Hmm, this is a tough one. I do love pie. Key lime pie and Jeff Davis pie are my absolute favorites. Although angel food cake and lemon cake are pretty amazing, I'm going to have to give this one to the pie.
Would you rather do the cooking or clean up the mess?
Definitely clean up the mess. I'm not a fan of cooking; I never have been, mostly because I was required to cook as a kid. It was never fun for me, so it still feels like a chore to this day. But I can clean anything. Maybe it's the OCD tendencies, or maybe it's the control freak in me that feels no one will ever clean it as well as I can. Besides, my husband is an amazing cook. Why should I take that away from him?
Would you rather write a letter or talk in person when you have something important to say?
Write a letter. I have always been able to express myself much better on paper. I have an opportunity to sort out my thoughts, figure out what I want to say, vent and then start over if needed, et cetera. Besides, letter writing is slowing becoming a lost art that I never want to forget.
Would you rather listen to opera or rap?
This is another one that usually depends on my mood. I enjoy lots of rap, but also enjoy opera. I'd probably go with opera, only because I listen to rap on a fairly regular basis. I don't have a lot of opera in my life; I'd like to change that.
Would you rather draw a picture or build something with legos?
I would most definitely rather draw. I've never been a big fan of Legos. It's probably because there's so much that truly goes into architecture. It's a field of science that I just don't enjoy. I'm an artsy person. (Honestly, I'd rather paint than draw, but that wasn't the question.)
Would you rather sing in public or dance in public?
I think I would rather dance in public. This is because I know that I'm not a great dancer and I don't mind making a fool out of myself for others' enjoyment. I do think, however, that I'm at least a decent singer - and have been told by others that I have a wonderful singing voice. This is why I don't sing in front of people. The thought of someone thinking that I sound awful is devastating to me; I don't want to think about being judged over something that I am passionate about.
Would you rather be a night owl or a morning glory?
I would have to choose morning glory. I am typically more of a night owl, but still end up waking up at a decent hour in the mornings. If I was a morning glory, perhaps I would actually get a decent amount of sleep. Although these days, I'd choose anything that lets me sleep. This pregnancy is not being kind to my sleep schedule.
Would you rather watch football or basketball?
Football, without a doubt. For whatever reason, if I enjoy playing a sport, I typically don't enjoy watching it. I'm not sure why that is. But I have no interest in watching basketball or volleyball, as I love playing both. On top of that, I grew up watching football. I live in Texas ... we're only truly serious about two things: football and prison.
Would you rather die fairly young but painlessly or die of old age but have the last ten years of your life be pretty brutal, healthwise?
I would actually choose dying of old age. My health has always been fairly shotty, so this wouldn't be such a drastic change for me. Also, you can have horrible health but still be able to enjoy life. Sometimes it's a matter of finding new things to enjoy and appreciate. Going for a stroll through the park in your wheelchair may be even more amazing than the jog that you took through the same park every day for 10 years. You learn to see more. And what's the point of living if you can't live long enough to truly enjoy and understand what life is all about?
Would you rather kiss someone with bad breath for five minutes or sit next to someone with horrible body odor for two hours?
I have a fairly terrible sense of smell, so I would choose the latter. Kissing someone is up close and personal, and uses more than just the sense of smell. I have been blessed to be able to sit next to people with terrible body odor and it not phase me as it does others.
Would you rather pet a dog or a cat?
I'm not a big fan of either, but I would choose a cat. Even though I'm not much of a domestic animal person, I typically like dogs better. But in this case, I would have to choose the cat. Dogs are so needy and attention-seeking. I don't like them enough to have them in my personal space for that long. You're done petting? Oh no, you're not! Cats are much more independent. The cat will get tired of you probably long before you get tired of the cat. I'm okay with that.
Would you rather walk in the rain or in steamy, hot weather?
I love the rain ... so very much. It has a cleansing property to it. It cools me down and makes me feel like I can make a new start on anything.
Would you rather see a ghost or witness a robbery?
I've seen plenty of ghosts before, so this is easy. I'm used to ghosts.
Would you rather tell someone you like a lot that their partner is cheating or that they've lost their job?
This is another tough one, but I think I would choose that they've lost their job. Both are shitty to have to tell someone, but at least the fact that they lost their job is something that is matter of fact. There aren't really many questions that can come after that. If you tell someone that their partner is cheating, then comes the, "Well how do you know?" "Did you see them?" "Who was he/she with?" "Are you just jealous because you're relationship isn't all that great right now, so you have to ruin mine?!" There's too much BS that can come along with that one.
Would you rather mow the lawn yourself or pay someone 20 bucks to do it and have an hour of "me" time?
Pay the money, in a heartbeat. One, I'm pregnant. Two, I have major back issues. And three, I hate mowing. Easy answer.
Would you rather climb a rock wall or swim a lap?
Both of these sound awful to me. I suck at rock climbing and I dislike swimming. I have a fear of drowning (which is ironic because I'm a Pisces). I guess I'd have to go with swimming the lap though. Of all of the times that I've done those rock climbing walls, I've never gotten over halfway up. I just don't have the upper body strength to do it. Even though I wouldn't like it, at least I know I'm physically capable of swimming a lap.
And now, to steal from my fellow blogger, Maria. :)
Would you rather live in the country or the city?
I would have to say the country. I grew up in the city, yet had a fascination for the country. Now, my husband and I live in 'the-middle-of-nowhere' and I absolutely love it. I can see the stars every night, there's privacy, and yet there's a sense of community out here. Even though I'm a good distance from my friends and family, I wouldn't change it.
Would you rather have a big noisy family or a small quiet one?
Hmm, I suppose if I had to choose, I would choose a small quiet one. I grew up with a big noisy family, but that usually means (at least in my case) that people aren't listening to each other. There's so much hustle and bustle that no one can keep up with when who is doing what, and people are left out a lot.
Would you rather read a book or play a game?
Definitely read. I'm more of a solitary type of person... and reading is always stimulating some part of the brain. I'm always learning or creating when I read. It's like a kind of high for me.
Would you rather eat a juicy steak or a well done one?
I always order medium-well, HOWEVER at this moment, I would looooove a nice, juicy, bloody steak. Since I'm pregnant, I have to be careful about eating meats that are not thoroughly cooked, so I've been eating them well done. Will definitely have to add 'rare steak' to the list of things to enjoy as soon as I have this kid. :)
Would you rather go to a chick flick or an action movie?
It truly depends on my mood. I enjoy both types of movies, but if I had to choose, I would probably choose an action movie - but I would want it to be a suspenseful, thought-provoking type of action movie. Like Se7en or the Butterfly Effect.
Would you rather study alone or study in a group?
Definitely alone. If you study in a group, you are still having to study all parts of it, so why even bother with the other people? Besides, I study best in well-lit, quiet rooms. People talking are not conducive to my ability to absorb information.
Would you rather look at the stars or watch the sun rise?
Watch the sun rise, only because I have the pleasure of seeing the stars almost every night, thanks to living in the country. A sunrise is usually a special occasion for me, accompanied with coffee and someone I care about deeply.
Would you rather be hot or cold?
My answer to this always has been, and always will be, cold. When you're cold, you can bundle up to be warmer. In the dead of summer - especially in Texas - you can only take so much off ... and then you're still hot. Besides, being cold usually also includes a comfy blanket, cozy socks, hoodies, hot chocolate, and cuddling with my husband. How can I go wrong with that? :)
Would you rather eat cake or pie?
Hmm, this is a tough one. I do love pie. Key lime pie and Jeff Davis pie are my absolute favorites. Although angel food cake and lemon cake are pretty amazing, I'm going to have to give this one to the pie.
Would you rather do the cooking or clean up the mess?
Definitely clean up the mess. I'm not a fan of cooking; I never have been, mostly because I was required to cook as a kid. It was never fun for me, so it still feels like a chore to this day. But I can clean anything. Maybe it's the OCD tendencies, or maybe it's the control freak in me that feels no one will ever clean it as well as I can. Besides, my husband is an amazing cook. Why should I take that away from him?
Would you rather write a letter or talk in person when you have something important to say?
Write a letter. I have always been able to express myself much better on paper. I have an opportunity to sort out my thoughts, figure out what I want to say, vent and then start over if needed, et cetera. Besides, letter writing is slowing becoming a lost art that I never want to forget.
Would you rather listen to opera or rap?
This is another one that usually depends on my mood. I enjoy lots of rap, but also enjoy opera. I'd probably go with opera, only because I listen to rap on a fairly regular basis. I don't have a lot of opera in my life; I'd like to change that.
Would you rather draw a picture or build something with legos?
I would most definitely rather draw. I've never been a big fan of Legos. It's probably because there's so much that truly goes into architecture. It's a field of science that I just don't enjoy. I'm an artsy person. (Honestly, I'd rather paint than draw, but that wasn't the question.)
Would you rather sing in public or dance in public?
I think I would rather dance in public. This is because I know that I'm not a great dancer and I don't mind making a fool out of myself for others' enjoyment. I do think, however, that I'm at least a decent singer - and have been told by others that I have a wonderful singing voice. This is why I don't sing in front of people. The thought of someone thinking that I sound awful is devastating to me; I don't want to think about being judged over something that I am passionate about.
Would you rather be a night owl or a morning glory?
I would have to choose morning glory. I am typically more of a night owl, but still end up waking up at a decent hour in the mornings. If I was a morning glory, perhaps I would actually get a decent amount of sleep. Although these days, I'd choose anything that lets me sleep. This pregnancy is not being kind to my sleep schedule.
Would you rather watch football or basketball?
Football, without a doubt. For whatever reason, if I enjoy playing a sport, I typically don't enjoy watching it. I'm not sure why that is. But I have no interest in watching basketball or volleyball, as I love playing both. On top of that, I grew up watching football. I live in Texas ... we're only truly serious about two things: football and prison.
Would you rather die fairly young but painlessly or die of old age but have the last ten years of your life be pretty brutal, healthwise?
I would actually choose dying of old age. My health has always been fairly shotty, so this wouldn't be such a drastic change for me. Also, you can have horrible health but still be able to enjoy life. Sometimes it's a matter of finding new things to enjoy and appreciate. Going for a stroll through the park in your wheelchair may be even more amazing than the jog that you took through the same park every day for 10 years. You learn to see more. And what's the point of living if you can't live long enough to truly enjoy and understand what life is all about?
Would you rather kiss someone with bad breath for five minutes or sit next to someone with horrible body odor for two hours?
I have a fairly terrible sense of smell, so I would choose the latter. Kissing someone is up close and personal, and uses more than just the sense of smell. I have been blessed to be able to sit next to people with terrible body odor and it not phase me as it does others.
Would you rather pet a dog or a cat?
I'm not a big fan of either, but I would choose a cat. Even though I'm not much of a domestic animal person, I typically like dogs better. But in this case, I would have to choose the cat. Dogs are so needy and attention-seeking. I don't like them enough to have them in my personal space for that long. You're done petting? Oh no, you're not! Cats are much more independent. The cat will get tired of you probably long before you get tired of the cat. I'm okay with that.
Would you rather walk in the rain or in steamy, hot weather?
I love the rain ... so very much. It has a cleansing property to it. It cools me down and makes me feel like I can make a new start on anything.
Would you rather see a ghost or witness a robbery?
I've seen plenty of ghosts before, so this is easy. I'm used to ghosts.
Would you rather tell someone you like a lot that their partner is cheating or that they've lost their job?
This is another tough one, but I think I would choose that they've lost their job. Both are shitty to have to tell someone, but at least the fact that they lost their job is something that is matter of fact. There aren't really many questions that can come after that. If you tell someone that their partner is cheating, then comes the, "Well how do you know?" "Did you see them?" "Who was he/she with?" "Are you just jealous because you're relationship isn't all that great right now, so you have to ruin mine?!" There's too much BS that can come along with that one.
Would you rather mow the lawn yourself or pay someone 20 bucks to do it and have an hour of "me" time?
Pay the money, in a heartbeat. One, I'm pregnant. Two, I have major back issues. And three, I hate mowing. Easy answer.
Would you rather climb a rock wall or swim a lap?
Both of these sound awful to me. I suck at rock climbing and I dislike swimming. I have a fear of drowning (which is ironic because I'm a Pisces). I guess I'd have to go with swimming the lap though. Of all of the times that I've done those rock climbing walls, I've never gotten over halfway up. I just don't have the upper body strength to do it. Even though I wouldn't like it, at least I know I'm physically capable of swimming a lap.
Wednesday, November 30, 2011
Getting help.
Right now, I'm sitting at home, waiting on some counselors to show up. Monday and Tuesday were pretty bad days and the strange symptoms that I've been having are getting worse. I used yesterday to try and find a psychiatrist in the area that would take me fairly quickly, but that didn't work out so well. After I had the thought/urge/voice-tell-me-to just go drive so I couldn't be found, I really realized that I needed some immediate help. I don't like admitting that - I feel like I should just be able to suck it up and deal with this on my own... but at the same time, I'm trying to take care of two people here, not just me! Plus, I couldn't afford to test all of this while watching the pseudo-kids. I really didn't want to know what would happen there. So, last night, I made a phone call. There's this 24-hour mobile crisis center that was referred to me by my police officer friend. I called them and they said that they could send out a counselor right then (they wouldn't be at my house for another hour) or, as long as I was safe, they could send one in the morning. Knowing they wouldn't even make it to my house until at least 9 PM, I opted for this morning. I knew I'd be safe because my husband was home with me and knew what all was going on; plus, we made a safety plan for today.
So now I wait.
And my husband just came home. He told his boss what was going on with me, and so his boss told him to come home and be with me. On one hand, I'm glad to know that he was concerned about me and wants to be here for me. On the other hand, I really didn't want to disrupt his life and make things all difficult and complicated and whatnot. But he came home because he wanted to/he was concerned. I'm trying to remind myself that I didn't ask him to come home, I didn't say "oh, I need you here" ... he did it because he loves me.
True test of unconditional love.
My anxiety is through the roof right now, waiting on these counselors. I'm not sure what's going to happen. This particular crisis team is all for getting through issues like this without hospitalization, although they will take you to the hospital if they see that you absolutely need it. I don't really want to go to the hospital, but at the same time ... I know I'd be safe there.
Just so overwhelmed and confused right now. Guess we'll see what happens.
So now I wait.
And my husband just came home. He told his boss what was going on with me, and so his boss told him to come home and be with me. On one hand, I'm glad to know that he was concerned about me and wants to be here for me. On the other hand, I really didn't want to disrupt his life and make things all difficult and complicated and whatnot. But he came home because he wanted to/he was concerned. I'm trying to remind myself that I didn't ask him to come home, I didn't say "oh, I need you here" ... he did it because he loves me.
True test of unconditional love.
My anxiety is through the roof right now, waiting on these counselors. I'm not sure what's going to happen. This particular crisis team is all for getting through issues like this without hospitalization, although they will take you to the hospital if they see that you absolutely need it. I don't really want to go to the hospital, but at the same time ... I know I'd be safe there.
Just so overwhelmed and confused right now. Guess we'll see what happens.
Saturday, November 26, 2011
Questions
So many questions fill my mind: Was this even the right decision? Did I make a poor choice out of hast, out of what I thought was necessity, out of comfort in habits? Am I second-guessing myself for the wrong reasons, for fear of self-sabotage (which I could do professionally), for fear of not being good enough, for fear of 'inevitable' abandonment?
I wonder if I've made the wrong decision... or even, perhaps I made the right decision at the time and it's no longer right anymore. Things have been hard lately. And, of course, marriage IS hard. I knew this from the beginning. But I worry about a lack of growth in our relationship. I worry that we will remain stagnant, never growing, never changing... remaining children that think that playing house is what society expects of us. I worry that finances will always be hard (but that's the case whether or not a person is married). I worry that I will always feel like I'm never doing enough, that we will always argue over "who has it worse," instead of helping each other and relying on each other and wanting to be there for each other. I hate that game that we play....
"My back hurts."
"Well .. why? You didn't do anything today."
"Um .. I did dishes AND laundry."
"And?? I worked my ass off all day. I do manual labor all day, every day. And I don't bitch about my back."
"That may be true, but I have a SPINAL DISEASE. How would like me to fix that, so I don't bitch anymore?"
This game becomes very old, very quickly. Friends tell me that you and I should communicate better. How is that possible though? Surprisingly, we are awesome communicators ... we just never solve anything. Communicating is talking, listening, and making sure that you understand what the other person is saying. We do that, pretty damn well actually. But just because we understand doesn't mean that we're willing to change. I can tell you over and over that I have anxiety issues and hate being at home by myself. You can repeat in your own words what I've said and have apparently understood it. But you don't care. Communicating doesn't mean that you give a shit. And that bothers me. So many times, you're not willing to compromise. More than once, you have given me the speech of "well, I'm sorry, but that's just the way I am" and tell me that I need to learn to deal with it. And at one time, I thought I could deal with it ... but maybe, just maybe, I can't after all. Maybe I can't deal with everything being on your terms. Maybe I can't deal with the fact that I always worry that telling you about me having a 'bad day' with mental illness will scare you off. Maybe I can't deal with your financial anal retentiveness. Maybe I can't deal with you telling me to just "deal with it" ... no matter what "it" is - my depression, my anger, my anxiety, whatever. Maybe I just can't fucking deal with it.
But then I think about why I married you to begin with. Sure, I'm pretty sure that some it had to do with not wanting to be alone and needing health insurance and carrying your child. But there was more to it than that. I've always loved you. I fell in love with you the day that I met you. You've ultimately been a good man to me, even when you, yourself, thought that you would give up. You've been there for me through virtually everything, even when you weren't sure how to be there for me. You'd ask questions, give advice, and just hold me. You've been such a good friend to me. And I did love you once. I was madly, deeply in love with you. And I still love you, in some regard. I love you as someone who has given up a lot for me. I love you as someone who has loved me with everything you have, giving unconditional love. I have this strong feeling, though, that my fear of being alone, my desperate desire to be loved, and my comfort in knowing you were driving factors in my acceptance of your proposal. It was comfortable. I've known you since high school and you, essentially, haven't changed much since then. I'm not sure that I have either. You were my fall back ... someone that I knew would love me no matter what. I mean, we were each other's first loves, after all. How could that not be 'right?' I always told myself that I could never fall out of love with you. But now I fear that I was in love with the idea of love. I do truly believe that I loved you, perhaps even was in love with you. And I feel like such a hypocrite because I've always said that if you truly love someone, you can't just fall out of love. "It doesn't happen like that," I would say. "You either love them or you never did to begin with." And that's what I'm struggling with right now. Did I ever love you to begin with? I think I did. I think that I grew to love you deeply ... but as we got older, I was in love with this idea of the couple we used to be. I dreamed of having you fall in love with me all over again, of spending my life with my high school sweetheart, the one that I kept going back to. But I never looked at why we had to keep going back to each other. Why would we break up to begin with? I know it feels like it's way too late to be thinking about this, but I guess better late than never. I've worried about this for a while now, even before we married, but I convinced myself that it was purely pre-wedding jitters. Now, I realize that pre-wedding jitters are more basic concerns: What if it doesn't work out? What he finds someone new? What if I'm not a good wife? But my concerns were much more concentrated. They had meaning behind them, true reason for concern. What if he doesn't grow up? Can I live with things the way they are now? What if things don't change? ... I worry that I expected things to change. I've always consciously said that a person should NEVER go into a relationship thinking that they can change the other. Have I done this anyway? No ... I didn't. I did think these things through, and I did tell myself that we were meant for each other and could get through anything, and that I could live with these things. I think I just may have been wrong.
I'm not sure what to do about all of this .. but at least I know what I truly think, believe, and feel now. Hopefully that will lead in the right direction.
I wonder if I've made the wrong decision... or even, perhaps I made the right decision at the time and it's no longer right anymore. Things have been hard lately. And, of course, marriage IS hard. I knew this from the beginning. But I worry about a lack of growth in our relationship. I worry that we will remain stagnant, never growing, never changing... remaining children that think that playing house is what society expects of us. I worry that finances will always be hard (but that's the case whether or not a person is married). I worry that I will always feel like I'm never doing enough, that we will always argue over "who has it worse," instead of helping each other and relying on each other and wanting to be there for each other. I hate that game that we play....
"My back hurts."
"Well .. why? You didn't do anything today."
"Um .. I did dishes AND laundry."
"And?? I worked my ass off all day. I do manual labor all day, every day. And I don't bitch about my back."
"That may be true, but I have a SPINAL DISEASE. How would like me to fix that, so I don't bitch anymore?"
This game becomes very old, very quickly. Friends tell me that you and I should communicate better. How is that possible though? Surprisingly, we are awesome communicators ... we just never solve anything. Communicating is talking, listening, and making sure that you understand what the other person is saying. We do that, pretty damn well actually. But just because we understand doesn't mean that we're willing to change. I can tell you over and over that I have anxiety issues and hate being at home by myself. You can repeat in your own words what I've said and have apparently understood it. But you don't care. Communicating doesn't mean that you give a shit. And that bothers me. So many times, you're not willing to compromise. More than once, you have given me the speech of "well, I'm sorry, but that's just the way I am" and tell me that I need to learn to deal with it. And at one time, I thought I could deal with it ... but maybe, just maybe, I can't after all. Maybe I can't deal with everything being on your terms. Maybe I can't deal with the fact that I always worry that telling you about me having a 'bad day' with mental illness will scare you off. Maybe I can't deal with your financial anal retentiveness. Maybe I can't deal with you telling me to just "deal with it" ... no matter what "it" is - my depression, my anger, my anxiety, whatever. Maybe I just can't fucking deal with it.
But then I think about why I married you to begin with. Sure, I'm pretty sure that some it had to do with not wanting to be alone and needing health insurance and carrying your child. But there was more to it than that. I've always loved you. I fell in love with you the day that I met you. You've ultimately been a good man to me, even when you, yourself, thought that you would give up. You've been there for me through virtually everything, even when you weren't sure how to be there for me. You'd ask questions, give advice, and just hold me. You've been such a good friend to me. And I did love you once. I was madly, deeply in love with you. And I still love you, in some regard. I love you as someone who has given up a lot for me. I love you as someone who has loved me with everything you have, giving unconditional love. I have this strong feeling, though, that my fear of being alone, my desperate desire to be loved, and my comfort in knowing you were driving factors in my acceptance of your proposal. It was comfortable. I've known you since high school and you, essentially, haven't changed much since then. I'm not sure that I have either. You were my fall back ... someone that I knew would love me no matter what. I mean, we were each other's first loves, after all. How could that not be 'right?' I always told myself that I could never fall out of love with you. But now I fear that I was in love with the idea of love. I do truly believe that I loved you, perhaps even was in love with you. And I feel like such a hypocrite because I've always said that if you truly love someone, you can't just fall out of love. "It doesn't happen like that," I would say. "You either love them or you never did to begin with." And that's what I'm struggling with right now. Did I ever love you to begin with? I think I did. I think that I grew to love you deeply ... but as we got older, I was in love with this idea of the couple we used to be. I dreamed of having you fall in love with me all over again, of spending my life with my high school sweetheart, the one that I kept going back to. But I never looked at why we had to keep going back to each other. Why would we break up to begin with? I know it feels like it's way too late to be thinking about this, but I guess better late than never. I've worried about this for a while now, even before we married, but I convinced myself that it was purely pre-wedding jitters. Now, I realize that pre-wedding jitters are more basic concerns: What if it doesn't work out? What he finds someone new? What if I'm not a good wife? But my concerns were much more concentrated. They had meaning behind them, true reason for concern. What if he doesn't grow up? Can I live with things the way they are now? What if things don't change? ... I worry that I expected things to change. I've always consciously said that a person should NEVER go into a relationship thinking that they can change the other. Have I done this anyway? No ... I didn't. I did think these things through, and I did tell myself that we were meant for each other and could get through anything, and that I could live with these things. I think I just may have been wrong.
I'm not sure what to do about all of this .. but at least I know what I truly think, believe, and feel now. Hopefully that will lead in the right direction.
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
For future reference:
Taking a few online tests to screen for a personality disorder. Want to keep this for my next appointment.
Test 1:
Disorder | Rating
Paranoid: High
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: High
Antisocial: Moderate
Borderline: Very High
Histrionic: High
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: Very High
Dependent: Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive: High
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Test 1:
Disorder | Rating
Paranoid: High
Schizoid: Low
Schizotypal: High
Antisocial: Moderate
Borderline: Very High
Histrionic: High
Narcissistic: Moderate
Avoidant: Very High
Dependent: Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive: High
Test 2:
Distrust and suspiciousness
Bearing grudges
Unstable and intense relationships
Feelings of emptiness
Suggestibility
Envy
Social inferiority feelings
Need for excessive advice and reassurance
Fear of being left to take care of self
Preoccupation with details
Based on the above answer(s), your personality traits might be associated with following personality type(s):
Paranoid Personality
Borderline Personality
Dependent Personality
Distrust and suspiciousness
Bearing grudges
Unstable and intense relationships
Feelings of emptiness
Suggestibility
Envy
Social inferiority feelings
Need for excessive advice and reassurance
Fear of being left to take care of self
Preoccupation with details
Based on the above answer(s), your personality traits might be associated with following personality type(s):
Paranoid Personality
Borderline Personality
Dependent Personality
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Illnesses...
Well, it's apparent that I've been M.I.A. for a while. There's been a lot going on and, while that should be the time that I'm blogging up a storm, I just haven't found the energy/motivation to blog. Never sure what to write about these days... but since this is completely for me, I think I'm just going to ramble today.
I had my glucose & iron tests done on Monday. I failed both. :-/ I've been dealing with anemia off and on since I was about eight, so that one doesn't surprise me too much. Luckily, I can just take the iron pills that I used to take, and all should be well. I go back next Monday for the more extensive glucose test - the one where I have to drink the whole bottle and test my blood sugar every hour for three hours. I'm not excited about that one, mostly because I have to be at the doctor's office for at least three hours. I'm not too surprised about the results of the glucose test either, mostly because diabetes runs in my family (a lot!) and my mom had gestational diabetes with my sister. Thankfully, because I watched her go through that, I'm pretty aware of how this all works: change your diet, exercise more, and (if necessary) take insulin. It's really not that big of a deal, especially if I only have to do this for the next three months. I know that my husband is concerned about me developing full-blown diabetes after the baby is born, but that's pretty uncommon unless someone is borderline to begin with - and my blood sugar has always tested as fairly normal in the past. I do hope that it can just be controlled with diet and exercise. I will take the insulin if I have to, but the thought of stabbing myself with a needle every day is not appealing... at all.
I've been dealing with some major "mental health issues" over the past week that I'm getting pretty concerned about. I really need to find a new psychiatrist, but with tomorrow being Thanksgiving, I'm probably going to have to wait until Monday to even get in touch with anyone. (I supposed I could make a phone call today and see if they can get me in on Monday though...) At first, I thought my problems were just my bipolar getting a little out of hand. But this is going a bit too far. I'm seeing things in my head that are scaring me ... I'm being told by this voice in my head to do bad things ... and being told that I'm a bad person for things that I've done. Like today, I was texting a friend who had a rough night last night, due to his own personal issues. I suddenly got this feeling that I was an awful person and needed to be punished for not being there for him. He kept telling me it was okay, but I don't feel like it's okay. It's not okay to not be there for someone who needs you - especially when you know that they are in crisis mode. I've been told that auditory hallucinations can be a symptom of bipolar (during mania) but I haven't been feeling manic. I've felt pretty stable actually, minus all of this happening. If anything, I'm closer to depressed than manic. I don't really feel depressed either though ... I just feel unmotivated. I was actually feeling fine when this voice started last Wednesday. I wasn't depressed or anything, and then suddenly, I had someone telling me that I needed to do self-injurous behaviors. Luckily, previous to this week, I haven't had this happen a lot - but it's not the first time. My first hospitalization was technically for 'suicidal ideation' but I wasn't feeling suicidal. I had someone (in my head) telling me to kill myself... and that's the scariest feeling in the world. Over the last week, I've done pretty good about keeping myself in reality, knowing that this voice has no control over me and I don't have to do what it says... but it's getting harder with each day. And the people have come back. A few years, I closed my eyes one night when trying to get to sleep and saw these two people, dressed darkly and having an air of demise. It scared the shit out of me, but I chalked it up to my imagination and tried to get some sleep. Unfortunately, for quite a while, these people didn't go away. I never saw them standing in front of me, but it was like they were faces to a couple of these voices that I've heard. After a couple of years, they went away. I'm not sure why or how, but they did. And now ... actually, as of Thursday or Friday, I think ... they're back. I see them walking around inside my head ... and it's pretty scary. I know that, because I'm pregnant, my options are limited on medication. But I'm probably not going to be breastfeeding because I need to be on good drugs that work for me. I'm also going to get in to see a new psychiatrist and talk about re-evaluating my diagnosis of bipolar disorder. I'm not saying that I don't think I have bipolar, but I'm pretty sure that the diagnosis was given prematurely. The doctor just asked his typical ten questions, making tick marks on yes or no, counted up my answers, and told me I have bipolar disorder. I think there's a lot more that needs to be looked at, though. First, he never discussed whether or not there's a history of trauma in my history (which there is) - and the only difference between bipolar and PTSD is presence of trauma. I now know that I've been having hallucinations off and on for years and didn't know what they were, as well as I've been dissociating for years. My dissociation is now affecting my driving though. No one has ever asked how I function in society (like the fact that I've never been able to keep a job very long, either from depression, lack of motivation, or feeling like I'm going to screw up), or my relationships with other people (such my rocky relationships with everyone around, feeling like they're all going to leave me, etc.). My outbursts of anger, my severe anxiety (separation and otherwise), as well as my debilitating fear of abandonment should all be considered when trying to diagnose someone. It's like the doctor just thought he knew what it was, wanted it confirmed by a few questions, and wrote it down on a piece of paper. He didn't ask all of the questions needed. Sometimes I wonder what some other possible diagnoses might be... schizophrenia? borderline personality disorder? But at the same time, I'm trying so hard to not self-diagnose. It's hard though, because it's in my nature to think that I'm sick all of the time. It's what defines me ... my illnesses have always defined me. They're one of the few things that I can say are mine. I've never really known who I am or what I'm doing or what I think or believe .. hell, I flip back and forth on religions like it's going out of style. But I know that I'm sick. I'm always sick. Even when no one cares, or no one believes me, or no one wants to help me, I still have disabilities. I would love to get on SSDI (social security disability income) but that seems to be damn near impossible. I've applied twice - and both times have let the deadline pass to appeal their denial. I just feel like whenever they deny me, that I'm screwed. I have no choice. There's nothing I can do now. So I suck it up, go back to work, and deal with it.
I'm not even sure what I'm rambling about anymore. I guess that's my cue to get off of here - and probably go make that phone call.
Happy turkey day - gobble gobble!
I had my glucose & iron tests done on Monday. I failed both. :-/ I've been dealing with anemia off and on since I was about eight, so that one doesn't surprise me too much. Luckily, I can just take the iron pills that I used to take, and all should be well. I go back next Monday for the more extensive glucose test - the one where I have to drink the whole bottle and test my blood sugar every hour for three hours. I'm not excited about that one, mostly because I have to be at the doctor's office for at least three hours. I'm not too surprised about the results of the glucose test either, mostly because diabetes runs in my family (a lot!) and my mom had gestational diabetes with my sister. Thankfully, because I watched her go through that, I'm pretty aware of how this all works: change your diet, exercise more, and (if necessary) take insulin. It's really not that big of a deal, especially if I only have to do this for the next three months. I know that my husband is concerned about me developing full-blown diabetes after the baby is born, but that's pretty uncommon unless someone is borderline to begin with - and my blood sugar has always tested as fairly normal in the past. I do hope that it can just be controlled with diet and exercise. I will take the insulin if I have to, but the thought of stabbing myself with a needle every day is not appealing... at all.
I've been dealing with some major "mental health issues" over the past week that I'm getting pretty concerned about. I really need to find a new psychiatrist, but with tomorrow being Thanksgiving, I'm probably going to have to wait until Monday to even get in touch with anyone. (I supposed I could make a phone call today and see if they can get me in on Monday though...) At first, I thought my problems were just my bipolar getting a little out of hand. But this is going a bit too far. I'm seeing things in my head that are scaring me ... I'm being told by this voice in my head to do bad things ... and being told that I'm a bad person for things that I've done. Like today, I was texting a friend who had a rough night last night, due to his own personal issues. I suddenly got this feeling that I was an awful person and needed to be punished for not being there for him. He kept telling me it was okay, but I don't feel like it's okay. It's not okay to not be there for someone who needs you - especially when you know that they are in crisis mode. I've been told that auditory hallucinations can be a symptom of bipolar (during mania) but I haven't been feeling manic. I've felt pretty stable actually, minus all of this happening. If anything, I'm closer to depressed than manic. I don't really feel depressed either though ... I just feel unmotivated. I was actually feeling fine when this voice started last Wednesday. I wasn't depressed or anything, and then suddenly, I had someone telling me that I needed to do self-injurous behaviors. Luckily, previous to this week, I haven't had this happen a lot - but it's not the first time. My first hospitalization was technically for 'suicidal ideation' but I wasn't feeling suicidal. I had someone (in my head) telling me to kill myself... and that's the scariest feeling in the world. Over the last week, I've done pretty good about keeping myself in reality, knowing that this voice has no control over me and I don't have to do what it says... but it's getting harder with each day. And the people have come back. A few years, I closed my eyes one night when trying to get to sleep and saw these two people, dressed darkly and having an air of demise. It scared the shit out of me, but I chalked it up to my imagination and tried to get some sleep. Unfortunately, for quite a while, these people didn't go away. I never saw them standing in front of me, but it was like they were faces to a couple of these voices that I've heard. After a couple of years, they went away. I'm not sure why or how, but they did. And now ... actually, as of Thursday or Friday, I think ... they're back. I see them walking around inside my head ... and it's pretty scary. I know that, because I'm pregnant, my options are limited on medication. But I'm probably not going to be breastfeeding because I need to be on good drugs that work for me. I'm also going to get in to see a new psychiatrist and talk about re-evaluating my diagnosis of bipolar disorder. I'm not saying that I don't think I have bipolar, but I'm pretty sure that the diagnosis was given prematurely. The doctor just asked his typical ten questions, making tick marks on yes or no, counted up my answers, and told me I have bipolar disorder. I think there's a lot more that needs to be looked at, though. First, he never discussed whether or not there's a history of trauma in my history (which there is) - and the only difference between bipolar and PTSD is presence of trauma. I now know that I've been having hallucinations off and on for years and didn't know what they were, as well as I've been dissociating for years. My dissociation is now affecting my driving though. No one has ever asked how I function in society (like the fact that I've never been able to keep a job very long, either from depression, lack of motivation, or feeling like I'm going to screw up), or my relationships with other people (such my rocky relationships with everyone around, feeling like they're all going to leave me, etc.). My outbursts of anger, my severe anxiety (separation and otherwise), as well as my debilitating fear of abandonment should all be considered when trying to diagnose someone. It's like the doctor just thought he knew what it was, wanted it confirmed by a few questions, and wrote it down on a piece of paper. He didn't ask all of the questions needed. Sometimes I wonder what some other possible diagnoses might be... schizophrenia? borderline personality disorder? But at the same time, I'm trying so hard to not self-diagnose. It's hard though, because it's in my nature to think that I'm sick all of the time. It's what defines me ... my illnesses have always defined me. They're one of the few things that I can say are mine. I've never really known who I am or what I'm doing or what I think or believe .. hell, I flip back and forth on religions like it's going out of style. But I know that I'm sick. I'm always sick. Even when no one cares, or no one believes me, or no one wants to help me, I still have disabilities. I would love to get on SSDI (social security disability income) but that seems to be damn near impossible. I've applied twice - and both times have let the deadline pass to appeal their denial. I just feel like whenever they deny me, that I'm screwed. I have no choice. There's nothing I can do now. So I suck it up, go back to work, and deal with it.
I'm not even sure what I'm rambling about anymore. I guess that's my cue to get off of here - and probably go make that phone call.
Happy turkey day - gobble gobble!
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Six months & nutrition.
This past Saturday marked six months into the pregnancy. Three more months and I get to meet my little peanut! I'm so excited! I'm also excited about the possibility of sleeping in a normal position, without a huge stomach in my way. This lack of good, restful sleep is making my days feel longer. No matter how tired I am throughout the day, I still don't sleep soundly through the night. I do understand that not too much will change after I have the baby ... 2 AM feedings are not conducive to Mommy getting sleep. I feel like I might get on a better schedule though. There really are so many things that change throughout your body during pregnancy... some of which I could definitely live without. Lactating, really?!?
Yesterday, James had to go to the doctor while babysitting a 14 month old, so I went with him to help watch the baby. It was really good practice, although it made me pretty nervous. With all of my back problems, I was in a lot of pain after helping for just a few hours. It made me worry about what kind of pain I would be in when my own little one arrives. I know that it will be different because it will be my own kid, but I'm still very nervous. What if I'm in excruciating pain one day and don't feel like I can deal with it? I can't just hand my kid over to someone else for the day ... that's why it's MY kid. And since I plan on breastfeeding, I know I won't be able to take pain medication (as I have not been taking during the pregnancy) so I won't have that relief. Sure, I've been able to find small things that help, including a prescription strength topical gel which helps sometimes. I'm just so nervous. I don't want to focus on my health issues, but I truly do have a lot of health problems that make me fear that I will be incapable of being a good mom. I guess it will just be a trial and error process.
I'm not watching the pseudo-kids today as their step-dad is home from work. I hope that this is purely coincidental and has nothing to do with the email that I sent to their mom last night. Brief recap: I've been observing Lisa (the 14 year old) over the past few weeks and was concerned about her eating habits. As someone who is in recovery from an eating disorder, I felt that I had reason to be concerned and that the several red flags I saw were just that - red flags. And as her child care provider, I knew it was my responsibility to inform her mom of my concerns. So I did just that via email last night, making sure to carefully word things so that I was not seeming accusing of the mom or that I was trying to diagnose Lisa. I just wanted to make her aware of the situation. Well, the response back was a polite way of saying, "Fuck off, I would know if something was wrong with my daughter." Thankfully I know how to keep my mouth shut, so I decided to drop the subject. It is no longer my responsibility; I've done what I knew to be right. Although, if I was not a decent enough person to drop it, my email would have gone something like this:
Dear woman-who-barely-knows-any-of-her-children,
You are wayyy off base, lady. Your email completely confirmed things that I was already thinking, such as the fact that I'm pretty sure you have disordered eating behaviors yourself and YOU TAUGHT THEM TO YOUR CHILD. You did nothing but make excuses for why Lisa eats the way that she does - when she eats - and you are simply enabling her to continue with these ridiculous habits. You need to break these habits now, before something terrible happens to your daughter. I went ten years with an eating disorder without anyone recognizing that I had a problem... ten years, and not a single teacher, coach, parent, grandparent, or doctor noticed. So don't think that you would "just know" if something was going on with her. Eating disorders are all about secrecy, so you probably wouldn't know. Don't be a dumb bitch. This isn't about you and your parenting skills or lack thereof. This is about your daughter and her health - both physical and mental. Even if this hasn't been going on long, she can still suffer repercussions from this. And if you don't open your eyes and get this in check NOW, she can suffer long-term health problems ... and even die. Quit thinking this is about you, and get your daughter the help that she needs.
Signed,
Been-there,done-that.
[Sigh] I actually feel a lot better after writing that. I know that sending something like this would be asinine and would not help the situation, especially for Lisa, which is why I won't do it. I just really hope that she gets help before she has to end up in the hospital for malnutrition.
Yesterday, James had to go to the doctor while babysitting a 14 month old, so I went with him to help watch the baby. It was really good practice, although it made me pretty nervous. With all of my back problems, I was in a lot of pain after helping for just a few hours. It made me worry about what kind of pain I would be in when my own little one arrives. I know that it will be different because it will be my own kid, but I'm still very nervous. What if I'm in excruciating pain one day and don't feel like I can deal with it? I can't just hand my kid over to someone else for the day ... that's why it's MY kid. And since I plan on breastfeeding, I know I won't be able to take pain medication (as I have not been taking during the pregnancy) so I won't have that relief. Sure, I've been able to find small things that help, including a prescription strength topical gel which helps sometimes. I'm just so nervous. I don't want to focus on my health issues, but I truly do have a lot of health problems that make me fear that I will be incapable of being a good mom. I guess it will just be a trial and error process.
I'm not watching the pseudo-kids today as their step-dad is home from work. I hope that this is purely coincidental and has nothing to do with the email that I sent to their mom last night. Brief recap: I've been observing Lisa (the 14 year old) over the past few weeks and was concerned about her eating habits. As someone who is in recovery from an eating disorder, I felt that I had reason to be concerned and that the several red flags I saw were just that - red flags. And as her child care provider, I knew it was my responsibility to inform her mom of my concerns. So I did just that via email last night, making sure to carefully word things so that I was not seeming accusing of the mom or that I was trying to diagnose Lisa. I just wanted to make her aware of the situation. Well, the response back was a polite way of saying, "Fuck off, I would know if something was wrong with my daughter." Thankfully I know how to keep my mouth shut, so I decided to drop the subject. It is no longer my responsibility; I've done what I knew to be right. Although, if I was not a decent enough person to drop it, my email would have gone something like this:
Dear woman-who-barely-knows-any-of-her-children,
You are wayyy off base, lady. Your email completely confirmed things that I was already thinking, such as the fact that I'm pretty sure you have disordered eating behaviors yourself and YOU TAUGHT THEM TO YOUR CHILD. You did nothing but make excuses for why Lisa eats the way that she does - when she eats - and you are simply enabling her to continue with these ridiculous habits. You need to break these habits now, before something terrible happens to your daughter. I went ten years with an eating disorder without anyone recognizing that I had a problem... ten years, and not a single teacher, coach, parent, grandparent, or doctor noticed. So don't think that you would "just know" if something was going on with her. Eating disorders are all about secrecy, so you probably wouldn't know. Don't be a dumb bitch. This isn't about you and your parenting skills or lack thereof. This is about your daughter and her health - both physical and mental. Even if this hasn't been going on long, she can still suffer repercussions from this. And if you don't open your eyes and get this in check NOW, she can suffer long-term health problems ... and even die. Quit thinking this is about you, and get your daughter the help that she needs.
Signed,
Been-there,done-that.
[Sigh] I actually feel a lot better after writing that. I know that sending something like this would be asinine and would not help the situation, especially for Lisa, which is why I won't do it. I just really hope that she gets help before she has to end up in the hospital for malnutrition.
Monday, October 31, 2011
Inhale, exhale, repeat as necessary.
Dealing with anxiety while pregnant is no fun. I've had anxiety issues for as long as I can remember, including having separation anxiety as a toddler. I've always felt anxious - sometimes worse than others - and have, over the years, found several coping mechanisms. Some are stereotypical, by-the-book coping skills: relaxation exercises, breathing exercises, meditation, et cetera. Some are coping skills that I stumbled upon: a looooong hot bath with candles and relaxing music, calling a friend, put in a movie as a distraction, read, journal/blog, et cetera. But sometimes, these things just don't work out in my favor. I can make lists upon lists of needing to make lists of more coping skills ... I can exhaust all options, and still feel the heaviness in my chest with my hyperventilated breathing. About three years ago, I was put on medication for my anxiety to take as needed and it helped immensely. Unfortunately, being pregnant has resulted in my ceasing of my medication - partially because of the anxiety it causes to poison my helpless kiddo that has no say-so in all of this. I woke up this morning in a panic... not over anything particular, as most of my anxiety is hard to pinpoint its start. By 10 AM, I was in full blown panic attack. No fun at all. But thankfully, I've calmed down and have been keeping myself distracted. I'm fairly confident that I can keep this up until the husband gets home from work. Anxiety usually isn't as bad when I'm not alone, and since I'm not watching the pseudo-kids today (their mom took the day off), I have this overwhelming feeling that I'm going to be alone forever, with no outlook on seeing another human being today - or ever again. Abandonment issues at its best! [huge sarcastic grin]
On another note, I wrote on Friday about my aunt coming into town and her lack of communication skills with me. I did end up seeing her and my cousins, as well as another unsuspected family member that I haven't seen in forever. My aunt - let's call her Sarge - apparently has been stalking me on Facebook without leaving comments or anything, so she did know about my marriage and pregnancy. However, when she started to get upset because she "never hear(s) any news about (me) until six months later - and then it's through the grapevine," I gave her a small lecture on the fact that she's almost 15 years older than me and needs to learn to pick up a damn phone. I mean, seriously, how can you be upset about someone not telling you anything when they try to keep in touch with you and you never respond? Ugh. But then I have to remember that Sarge is still truly a sixteen-year-old, caring about no one but herself and filling her life with drama. She will always act like she's still in high school ... and for that, I cut her some slack. Okay, perhaps that's the wrong choice phrase. I don't really cut her any slack because she's a grown woman and should know better. But I know better than to get my heart broken over this stuff. It's been happening my entire life. Maybe I still hold her accountable, but don't let it get to me as much anymore. There's no use in crying over spilled emotions, hopes, and expectations.
I've been checking in on other bloggers and realized that some folks are extremely candid about their personal life on the internet while others are more reserved. I'm a bit of both. As far as the events of my daily life and my personal thoughts and feelings, I'm completely out there. Part of that is from not feeling that I can be completely open with people in real life, so my blog is my opportunity to vent, bitch, cry, whine, or whatever else I need to do to get things out there. However, no one knows who I am! I'm not going to be posting pictures of my family or anything. I'm not even going to use real names. Hell, Ambrosia is not even my real name. Ambrosia was a nickname given to me, as it means immortal and apparently (according to the friend giving me the nickname) I always leave an everlasting impression on anyone I meet, so I am immortal. It's kind of dorky, but the good friend who gave me the nickname means a lot to me and I thought it was cute. Anyway, so I've decided that I'm going to use pseudonyms for everyone that I blog about. I thought it might make it a little easier to give you guys an outline.
My husband - Brad
My uterus guest - Peanut (will probably keep this name post-delivery)
My [much younger] sister - Leah
Best friend #1 (see True friends sacrifice sleep.) - James
Best friend #2 - Brittany
14-year-old pseudo-kid - Lisa
12-year-old pseudo-kid - Dylan
10-year-old pseudo-kid - Margaret
So there you guys go. :) Have a great one!
On another note, I wrote on Friday about my aunt coming into town and her lack of communication skills with me. I did end up seeing her and my cousins, as well as another unsuspected family member that I haven't seen in forever. My aunt - let's call her Sarge - apparently has been stalking me on Facebook without leaving comments or anything, so she did know about my marriage and pregnancy. However, when she started to get upset because she "never hear(s) any news about (me) until six months later - and then it's through the grapevine," I gave her a small lecture on the fact that she's almost 15 years older than me and needs to learn to pick up a damn phone. I mean, seriously, how can you be upset about someone not telling you anything when they try to keep in touch with you and you never respond? Ugh. But then I have to remember that Sarge is still truly a sixteen-year-old, caring about no one but herself and filling her life with drama. She will always act like she's still in high school ... and for that, I cut her some slack. Okay, perhaps that's the wrong choice phrase. I don't really cut her any slack because she's a grown woman and should know better. But I know better than to get my heart broken over this stuff. It's been happening my entire life. Maybe I still hold her accountable, but don't let it get to me as much anymore. There's no use in crying over spilled emotions, hopes, and expectations.
I've been checking in on other bloggers and realized that some folks are extremely candid about their personal life on the internet while others are more reserved. I'm a bit of both. As far as the events of my daily life and my personal thoughts and feelings, I'm completely out there. Part of that is from not feeling that I can be completely open with people in real life, so my blog is my opportunity to vent, bitch, cry, whine, or whatever else I need to do to get things out there. However, no one knows who I am! I'm not going to be posting pictures of my family or anything. I'm not even going to use real names. Hell, Ambrosia is not even my real name. Ambrosia was a nickname given to me, as it means immortal and apparently (according to the friend giving me the nickname) I always leave an everlasting impression on anyone I meet, so I am immortal. It's kind of dorky, but the good friend who gave me the nickname means a lot to me and I thought it was cute. Anyway, so I've decided that I'm going to use pseudonyms for everyone that I blog about. I thought it might make it a little easier to give you guys an outline.
My husband - Brad
My uterus guest - Peanut (will probably keep this name post-delivery)
My [much younger] sister - Leah
Best friend #1 (see True friends sacrifice sleep.) - James
Best friend #2 - Brittany
14-year-old pseudo-kid - Lisa
12-year-old pseudo-kid - Dylan
10-year-old pseudo-kid - Margaret
So there you guys go. :) Have a great one!
Friday, October 28, 2011
Family (noun) - love
For the second time within a week, I've woken up before 6 AM. Today had nothing to do with anyone else, though; I just woke up. Like, the kind where you wake up out of a dead sleep and you're suddenly wide-awake, terrified that you'll never be able to fall back asleep. And, sure enough, you're right. That's how I woke up this morning. I'm not sure if anything specific startled me awake. It may have been my excitement for this weekend, since I'm spending the weekend with two of my closest friends. Perhaps it was my mind anxiously awaiting the results of the baseball game last night. I am not typically a baseball fan, but my husband has been insistent on watching all games of the World Series, since the Texas Rangers finally have a shot again this year. Last night, they played into a tenth inning and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer - but still had the urge to know who won. (Note: Texas lost, 10-9.) I'm starting to wonder, however, if my inability to sleep well last night had to do with a conversation I was having with my cousin.
My cousin is eighteen years old and finally realizing that being related to someone doesn't always make them family. I told her last night, "Family is about being there no matter what and loving through everything." I even brought to her attention that she and I are not even blood... but we're still family. And knowing that my aunt, who I rarely talk to anymore, is coming into town has truly made me think about family lately. On one hand, she and I used to be super close and I could go to her for anything. On the other hand, she blows me off these days; I'm not even sure if she knows that I'm married and pregnant. And that's just so utterly pathetic to me. I've thought about getting in touch with her while she's in town to see her... mostly because I want the shock value of her thinking, "OMG ... how did I miss this?!? What else have I missed out on?" But I'm trying to remind myself that I just need to let go. She will realize in her own time what she's missing. It does make me sad though, because I miss her kids.
Well, I'm going back to my cinnamon graham crackers. Let's see if I can get this day started right! :)
My cousin is eighteen years old and finally realizing that being related to someone doesn't always make them family. I told her last night, "Family is about being there no matter what and loving through everything." I even brought to her attention that she and I are not even blood... but we're still family. And knowing that my aunt, who I rarely talk to anymore, is coming into town has truly made me think about family lately. On one hand, she and I used to be super close and I could go to her for anything. On the other hand, she blows me off these days; I'm not even sure if she knows that I'm married and pregnant. And that's just so utterly pathetic to me. I've thought about getting in touch with her while she's in town to see her... mostly because I want the shock value of her thinking, "OMG ... how did I miss this?!? What else have I missed out on?" But I'm trying to remind myself that I just need to let go. She will realize in her own time what she's missing. It does make me sad though, because I miss her kids.
Well, I'm going back to my cinnamon graham crackers. Let's see if I can get this day started right! :)
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Winter wonderland... already?!?
Texas weather ceases to amaze me. This entire summer was probably the worst of my existence, with temperatures reaching in excess of 110 degrees. Now, it's fall and I thought that perhaps my days would be filled with "it's a clear day at 72 degrees" ... but apparently, I was sadly mistaken. All week has been fairly warm; however, I wake up this morning to a cold front that came in last night and suddenly I'm wishing I had on my fuzzy socks. It's effin' cold!! Thankfully, I enjoy cold weather... I just enjoy it more so when I'm expecting it.
In other news, this cold of mine has almost completely dissipated. Thank goodness for chamomile herbal tea and Robitussin. I think the baby is starting to feel better too, as she's been moving more since I've started feeling better.
Well, as I am in need of gas for the car and a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks, I guess I'm leaving early to get the pseudo-kids. It's gonna be a long night...
In other news, this cold of mine has almost completely dissipated. Thank goodness for chamomile herbal tea and Robitussin. I think the baby is starting to feel better too, as she's been moving more since I've started feeling better.
Well, as I am in need of gas for the car and a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks, I guess I'm leaving early to get the pseudo-kids. It's gonna be a long night...
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
True friends sacrifice sleep.
I woke up this morning at 5:30 so that I could follow through on my best-friend-duties. Typically, since my babysitting job is in the afternoon/evenings, I typically don't get out of bed until about 9:00 AM. This morning, however, I agreed to take my best friend in the world to his functional testing. This is a two to four hour long test on how well he functions: how long can he stand? sit? how much can he lift? et cetera. After being seen by the Social Security Administration as disabled, he has decided to utilize DARS (the Texas Department of Assistive and Rehabilitative Services) in order to possibly go back to work. Through this process, though, DARS is requesting a functional test to see what he is capable of. And so, being the amazing friend that I am, I agreed to take him to his testing and pick him up, since I'm sure he will be in too much pain to drive.
Sometimes I wonder what he deals with that I do not. Unfortunately, my best friend and I deal with a lot of the same aches and pains. We have both had identical spinal fusion surgeries (both at the L5-S1, I might add), both have degenerative disc disease, both deal with a plethora of mental issues - including PTSD... and yet he has been approved by the government to get paid to sit at home while I scrape by on minimal means. Obviously, I'm not upset with him; it's the government... but I won't get political on here. I just don't understand and the lack of sense of it makes me so upset.
Nonetheless, he is still my best friend and I love him, like woah. :)
Sometimes I wonder what he deals with that I do not. Unfortunately, my best friend and I deal with a lot of the same aches and pains. We have both had identical spinal fusion surgeries (both at the L5-S1, I might add), both have degenerative disc disease, both deal with a plethora of mental issues - including PTSD... and yet he has been approved by the government to get paid to sit at home while I scrape by on minimal means. Obviously, I'm not upset with him; it's the government... but I won't get political on here. I just don't understand and the lack of sense of it makes me so upset.
Nonetheless, he is still my best friend and I love him, like woah. :)
Monday, October 24, 2011
Stupid cold!
I'm hoping that this cold chills out - hopefully literally, because I'm starting to have hot flashes or something. I will probably be drinking more chamomile herbal tea with honey tonight in order to get to sleep.
Thursday, October 20, 2011
Thoughts for the day.
Pondering several thoughts while procrastinating my need to get ready:
-How did I get lucky enough to host this little critter in my tummy for nine months?
-Will my aversion to chocolate EVER go away? I kinda miss being a choco-holic.
-What will become of my spine, in all its infinite self-loathing and failure at being a spine?
Okay, okay ... I must go get ready. I have to leave to pick up my psuedo-kids from school. (I love babysitting ... kids are awesome, they treat you better than they treat their parents, and you get to go home - without them!)
-How did I get lucky enough to host this little critter in my tummy for nine months?
-Will my aversion to chocolate EVER go away? I kinda miss being a choco-holic.
-What will become of my spine, in all its infinite self-loathing and failure at being a spine?
Okay, okay ... I must go get ready. I have to leave to pick up my psuedo-kids from school. (I love babysitting ... kids are awesome, they treat you better than they treat their parents, and you get to go home - without them!)
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