Monday, June 5, 2006
Why are you talking to me like that!?
Gaaaawwwwwdddddd. All of the pregnancy books and articles tell warn you about how emotional you can and will get at this point, but damn if it doesn’t matter. If there is something out there for me to cry about then watch out. It’s like I’m some kind of emotional sideshow attraction. “Step right up ladies and gentleman watch this sap cry at a Baby Einstein video. Don’t get to close there young man, you don’t want snot on your sleeve do ya?”
The other night I was lying in bed with Conner while he was having his final cup of milk and watching his Baby Van Gogh video and as I watched him pointing out all the stuff to me on the screen, and telling me (in his way) a whole story about each scene, guess what I did? That’s right I started crying. Crying for Conner as soon he would no longer be my only baby, crying for how hard having two babies could be, crying for all the expectations I have for the new baby. So I just laid there and stroked his soft baby skin and cried. Don’t get me wrong, I am extremely excited about bean #2, and now feel like our little family will be complete. It’s just these DAMN HORMONES.
Oh and don’t get me started about Memorial Day week-end, sob, sob, sob.
Adam has military drill this week-end, and my mom and dad offered to watch Conner tonight, so as they were trotting off down the sidewalk to get into my mom’s car and Conner turns around at the last minute and waves at me with his wee little hand. Oh mah gah. The neighbors probably think I’m a huge freak, especially after the great sidewalk debacle of last week-end, oh and that one time I started hoofing it down the street after that ass-bag who threw the glass bottle out of his moving vehicle.
I can just see them peeking out their windows going, “Oh great, there goes that wimpy Courtney-girl, yup she’s crying again. Wuss….”