Well, I thought I should update real quick so that I didn't have that depressing entry on the front page anymore.

So it's been a while. Mikey's getting a LOT bigger. Like, he's bigger than Isabel was when she turned a year. He's only 8 months old now and already trying to walk on his own.

Uh... Isabel is doing fine. She's speaking more clearly now. She's 2 and a half.

Uhm... Mike just got a new job. And... that's really about it. Not a whole lot. Been playing WoW and just joined a decent raiding guild, but they want me to switch to Survival or Marksman from Beast Master... and I'm a little perturbed about that... I love my Spirit Beast and I spent a week getting him... and now I can't even use him.

Anyway.

I better go. Kids are callin'.

~Odie

So... normally, at night, Izzy goes to bed around 11:30pm and I follow suit about an hour later after pumping some milk for Mike to feed to the baby and he stays up with him until around 3 so I can get some sleep... but tonight, Isabel wouldn't go to sleep for me. Mike went in to put her to bed, since I was getting frustrated and I just wanted to pump and go to bed.

I told him I'd wait out here in the living room until he came out to get me.

He hadn't come out for an hour... I went in to check, and he's asleep.

I seriously felt like I wanted to cry. Not only do I only get about four hours of sleep TOTAL on an average night while he sleeps for at least 6-7 hours of UNINTERRUPTED SLEEP (on account of the fact that I am the one with breasts and have to feed the baby), but now it looks like I won't be getting ANY sleep tonight as Mikey is not really making any effort to sleep right now...

Everything in my body want me to sleep... wants me to cry... but I feel like such a wimp if I do. I feel selfish... wanting to sleep. I hate sleeping during the day because I feel like Mike's mom is constantly telling him how "little" I do around the house and I don't want her to see me as lazy... or anyone else for that matter.

So tomorrow is going to suck major balls... and I have to go over to my parents tomorrow night.

I think I will go have a good cry.

I'm back! And I have another child!

Yes, sorry for not updating sooner. It's been busy what with the holidays and the two children to take care of. Anyway, here's the lowdown:

Baby Name: Michael Anthony Sharpe III
Date of Birth: December 15th, 2008
Weight: 9lbs, 9oz
Height: 21.5in

That's right, it's a boy! He's a wonderful baby, so quiet and such a good eater. He doesn't cry unless he's gassy, needs a change, or hungry... and even then it's more of an indignant cry than an outraged cry.

So yup. Things are going pretty well. I'd like to have my car back, though. Stupid government... it's been almost a year since I've been able to drive my car. I want FREEDOM!

Anyway... stuff.

I felt like ranting about something, but not anymore. I think I might go play WoW for a bit. I made a priest and I'm eager to try out healing for a group.

Later.

So I guess it's because I want this baby out so badly that it's refusing to budge from its warm, happy place. It's doing it to spite me.

My due date is fucking history, and the baby hasn't dropped, and there's no other signs of labor yet... other than some strong Braxton-Hicks contractions I get in the evenings that turn into NOTHING.

I'm still only about 2cm dilated...

This sucks. I don't wanna be in the hospital on my birthday, but it's looking more and more like that's what is going to happen.

I just hope the kid doesn't decide it wants to take my birthday... I mean, yeah, nice birthday present, but I am a mom. I don't get to feel special that often and my birthday is one of only TWO days in the year I get to be special.

I know it sounds selfish, and I feel like a selfish bitch for saying it, but I want to keep my own birthday, dammit!

You better get out of there tomorrow, with the full moon or I'm going to start taking castor oil to move you outta there. *pokes belly*

Well, I'm about 17 days from my due date now. The baby is "to term" as of this past Tuesday. I mean... I don't want the baby to be born too early, but dammit, I need to be able to sleep comfortably again, even if it's only for an hour or two at a time!

I've just had a bad day I guess. I feel like I might be getting a sinus infection (stuffy/runny nose, sinus pressure, headache, sore throat), and I've kept the tissues nearby all day. Mike came home from work early so I could take some Benedryl and get a nap, both of which I desperately needed.

Woke up when Mom called to make sure we were still coming over. When I tell you I'm coming over mother, unless I tell you otherwise, I'M STILL COMING OVER.

I wake up to find out that there's something wrong with Mike's paycheck getting deposited... Long story short, his check won't be getting deposited until Monday when they go get the deposits out of the fucking ATM.

I've been so patient all week, eating cereal and pre-cooked chicken nuggets all week... knowing that we were going to be going to the store today, and possibly getting my WoW expansion... but no.

I KEEP TELLING HIM to do the paycheck at the window, so he can hand it to a real person. He doesn't LISTEN to me. So now, of course, we have to wait until Monday to get out of the negative and buy any last minute baby stuff.

I told him, he's to bring all of his paychecks home before he deposits them, so we can make sure together that they are going from our hands into the hands of the teller.

On top of all of that lovelyness, our health insurance company hasn't sent my insurance card yet. Mike's going up on Monday to get a card in person, but if I go into labor this weekend, I'm fucked.



Yeah, that icon pretty much sums up how I feel lately. I'm pissed because Mike can't handle money worth a damn, and the way things are going, we aren't going to be able to get our own place anytime soon. I'm already having to wait until after the first of the year (something I really didn't want to do! I'm really upset about that...) but if he can't even take care of his paychecks properly, we won't be able to get a place of our own until he gets his shit together.

Sometimes it feels like he's not even trying to work toward getting our own place.

So, I'm just unhappy... bored... lonely... anxious... uncomfortable... all of those happy fun things.



Yup.