G announced on his way out the door to volleyball that he would be calling his mother, so to expect a call afterward. Fabulous. Can I really say I was asleep at 9:30pm???
He's finally going to tell her that I'm pregnant. Again. I feel like I'm in high school and we've gotten into trouble or something. I can't even imagine what she'll say. Well, yes, I can...I just don't want to.
My kids have been driving me absolutely crazy this week. They've been disobedient little hellions. I don't know what their problem is...maybe we're all just tired of eachother. My anxiety is back, which doesn't help the situation at all. Instead of being tolerant and creative, I'm short and I yell a lot. I hate it. Something has to give.
I have been feeling really crappy this week, too. I'm not really feeling nauseous anymore, thank God, but my heart is working harder, so the more forceful, sometimes much faster beating makes me worried...which probably makes it work even harder...it's a vicious cycle. Add shortness of breath and lightheadedness, and I'm really miserable. I just don't know if it's "normal" or just a side effect of anxiety, or what.
On a very happy note, my dear mother helped my pigpen son clean his room today. I'm quite sure she did most/all of the work, but man! What a relief and a joy for me! My daughter even cleaned her room all by herself (with initial prodding from me, of course). She actually did a really good job. The House Fairy will probably pay our house a visit tonight. Good thing she recently replenished the surprise supply.
I hope everyone has a good weekend!
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Kenneth's dad told us we better not have anymore after Adrian and my mom was mad about Adrian in the first place. Made me want to have more out of spite. Maybe that is why God put His hand in things and I lost my uterus. Making babies out of spite can not be the best approach. At the same time we got little family support for our HUGE family with 3 whole kids, I got a lot of judgement from other Christians about the hystorectomy. So my point? No idea. I would say screw them all but I am on my way to church and that seems as bad as spite babies. Maybe bless their hearts. ; )
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