Tuesday, February 17, 2009

My Bad Day (I warned you)

It all started when I woke up on the wrong side of the bed, literally.  I was up until about 2:00 am stressing about all kinds of stuff.  It is funny because I literally just got done with a bible study over stress.  Maybe I can stress about what a bad Christian I am next!  Anyway, I think all the baby reality just finally got to me.  It has been all fun and games until Josh and I registered.  I realized then how much money babies cost, and most of that stuff is only for the first couple of years.  What am I going to do when they are 16, wanting designer jeans and cars???  Anyway, I got to thinking about all the things we need to do to our house to make it ready for baby.  And then I got to thinking about how I wish we had a bigger house.  Not going to happen in this economy.  But then I got to thinking about our poor baby in the future.  You know the say that Josh and I's generation is the first generation that will not necessarily do better than their parents financially.  So if I think I am stressed, wait until me little child has children of their own!  So go the thoughts that kept me up last night (and since it is almost midnight, have apparently not gone away.)  Anyway, back to today and Josh's pillow...

In case you didn't know, I have a thing for pillows.  I think they are gross and I do not like people touching my pillow.  Especially if they put their dirty hair and greasy face on it.  Well being as tired as I was this morning I must have migrated from my side of the bed when Josh left for school.  So I woke up (thanks to the lovely landscapers) to cats hair in my mouth and Josh's hair gel smell in my nose.  Not a good start, but not something I would normally be mad about.  I decided I was not going to fight the leave blowers going to town outside my window.  So I got up, grabbed my current breakfast of choice, brown sugar pop-tarts, and turned on the Today Show.  After watching the special on men dying from heart disease about cried.  They talked about men harboring so much stress that they develop heart disease and eventually have heart attacks and die.  Some around the age of 50!  After they practically read me my husband's list of symptoms over the past few months I felt very defeated.  We were not only going to struggle taking care of our children, but if my husband didn't get rid of some of his stress ASAP, I would struggle alone in about 25 years.  It was then that the TV went off and I jumped into the shower.  At least warm water was able to relax me for awhile.  But then I had to get going to the dermatologists.  I read in one of my many pregnancy books that moles can change while you are pregnant.  If they do you are supposed to go in and have them checked immediately.  Josh thought I should get one checked out on my back (since he had seen it change while giving me shots in the hip over the past three months).  So I did and sure enough they adorable little nurse practitioner had to go get the head honcho to look at two of my spots.  He decided the one on my chest needed to come off today but the one on my back was too close to the spine to remove while with child.  So when baby is born I get to go back and have another thing removed.  Nothing like skin cancer to get your worry meter going again.  So I did what I thought would cheer me up.  I got a bagel and lemonade at Einstein's and went shopping at Babies R Us. This actually was a highlight of my day because I was able to buy one of my friends an adorable little outfit for her baby girl.  And a cute pink rubber ducky that tells you when the water is the right temperature for baby.  But it seemed like all fun was lost when I went to go check out.  I very upset grandma was yelling at the cashier because the dress she was trying to buy said 50% off but it was ringing full price.  Next line...  Apparently this lady set her 250 dollar diaper bag on the floor of the bathroom only to realize that a toilet had overflowed and had soaked not only the entire floor, but now her bag.  Next line...  Whew.  Got the dress, the ducky and ran out of there.  Nothing like mad people to bring your stress level up again.  So I went home, worked a little bit and then got a call from Josh saying he was almost home.  Which meant we were about an hour away from going to the accountant for our 2008 taxes and my spreadsheet was still not complete.  How I lost track of time I do not know.  But I was full speed ahead for that half hour.  Josh and I got everything together and left for the accountant which, according to the address was on Southern Ave.  We got to Southern Ave, and after 10 minutes of walking around and not seeing any CPAs we decided to call.  I guess they had moved and forgot to tell us.  So we were 45 minutes late to our tax appointment.  Really to end your day with a tax appointment is already a drag, but to be late and not get to eat dinner before you have to go to worship practice is even worse for a preggo girl like me.  I need my food!  Luckily I got to go to worship practice.  That was fun!  I even got to talk fun baby stuff with Kim and give her my gift for her and Brian's baby girl.  Then I got home and checked my email.  After already being mad about my doctor making me wait until 20 weeks for the ultra sound. I have found out the three of my friends, some due after me, know what their little "it" is.  And tonight I got an email from a photographer I work with who is due in the middle of AUGUST and she finds out the 3rd of March.  Two days before me!!!  All my relaxation was out the window.  So now I have vented to you and hopefully will be able to sleep.  If not, you all know why. :o)

9 comments:

Brian said...

I have the same overwhelming feeling about everything we need for the baby and Brian keeps telling me to trust God will take care of all we need. Gotta love the boys (and their voice of reason through the hormones)! :) Sorry your day went a little sour but,we love the wonderful gifts and loved even more getting a chance to talk with you and swap stories. Hope today makes up for yesterday.
Kim

Mairvin and Pals said...

As you may remember, I was in no way prepared for my premature little bundle of joy. But it turns out, you actually need surprisingly little to raise a baby and especially since it's your first, you will be receiving most of that stuff for free at your several baby showers ;) I have lots of stuff I thought I needed that is still untouched or has been given away. Babies R Us is overwhelming with all of its STUFF. Cliff calls it "Babysaurus." I avoid it as much as possible ;) P.S. My captcha for this entry is "nuckedup." It made me giggle.

Mattie said...

You know, I felt the same way about my ultrasound. I was almost 21 weeks when I found out...but it's worth the wait, even though it doesn't seem like it now.

Sarah said...

Hi- a few responses...
1. Your house is way bigger than mine, so when you feel squished come on over and laugh about how we have fit all of our baby stuff in.
2. Babies are expensive, but you will work that out. I mean, we are super poor but we can still eat out once in awhile! You will get most of your stuff at the baby shower. If you don't get it, you can borrow!
3. When your teenager wants designer jeans and cars repeat these words to them: "get a job"
4. Josh will not die of a heart attack.
5. You will not get skin cancer. I have had several things taken off too, and it's fine.
and lastly:
You will find out that you are having a girl soon enough...only 2 more weeks. It will fly by. Plus don't wish your pregnancy to rush- the 3rd trimester can be rough...

ok love you- hope you have a better day tomorrow! Come hang with me and get some Matthew love- he can make anyone feel better!!!

Joanna said...

So sorry, Jenni, I would be freaking out, too. You'll be in my prayers! :)

Joanna said...

So sorry, Jenni, I would be freaking out, too. You'll be in my prayers! :)

Anonymous said...

The minute your baby is born you will realize all you need is love... and maybe a few diapers. Society makes you feel you need more than you do. Designer jeans are over rated and you have years to worry about that. Besides, we may all be rich by then. A car? Really? Why? We all thought we needed one at 16. Hang in there and stop worrying so much. It will all fall into place.

Josh and Jenni said...

I love all my friends for caring so much. Your words mean more to me than you will ever know. :o)

Mairvin and Pals said...

Does Sarah want you to have a girl to marry her son? If so, I think we're going to have issues, because that was my plan.