My first pregnancy ultrasound is Thursday, and I'm nervous as hell. Of course I have been looking forward to it like a kid looks forward to Christmas. Yet it could also be the day I learn that, for one reason or another, my pregnancy is a lost cause. It's a double edged sword.
Speaking of sharp things, I am becoming quite the grump toward my DH. You know, all in an effort to provide a perfect home for our baby. For the baby that might not even be there. But just in case, I'd better get an early start.
Of course, I am nowhere near perfect, my DH is not perfect and our house is not perfect. But somehow I'm envisioning this fantasy, dreamlike world we will bring our baby into, where everything is pastel, gleaming clean and we are June and W.ard C.leaver.
Of course June would never carry on the way I do, but hey, the kid's not here yet.
Here is a random sampling of my rants:
"Honey, you cannot leave a pot handle turned outward like this on the stove. A toddler could reach up and pull a boiling pot of water down. You have to turn the handle inward. Seeeee, like this."
"Really. Could you stop scratching and handling your privates when you talk to me? You know, when the baby gets older, you're going to need to develop some better manners about that."
"Look at your sock drawer! It's a disaster. I hope you know the baby's drawers had better never look this way."
"You're going to have to learn how to wash baby clothes, and I want them soft and smelling good, so don't ever wash them with your gym clothes."
"Once the baby is here I don't want any more swearing in the house. Yeah, I know that includes me. We both have to work on it."
"You know....Could you at least say 'Excuse me' when you do that? It's gross and rude that you take such pleasure in making noises like that."
I'm sure I've been quite the peach to live with. Note my sidebar I say that my DH has the patience of Job. It's true. He just sort of rolls with my crankiness. Which is good. But I still wish he'd say "Excuse me."
7 months ago