First, the good news. Bring on the mini candy canes. I aced my glucose tolerance test.
Funny how anyone who'd ever taken the test before moaned and groaned to me about how awful the whole procedure was. Hm. Not so. Can I just say that the very sweet, sugary lemon-lime chilled beverage was tasty? Yeah. It was. I gulped it down and went to my OB appointment. The sugar had my kid on a high, and he was kicking and dancing up a storm!
In other news....
Our built in microwave oven stopped working. It's built in, so you can't even find the electrical cord. Crap. Remember the beat up old microwave my DH had stored out in the garage? The one I'd bugged him to get rid of? He gleefully dusted it off, brought it inside, and plopped it on the counter. Ugh. In his world, if something breaks, you just stop using it. If it drips, you put a pan under it. If it chips, you use it till it breaks completely. I mean - OH. NO.
My DH's company had their holiday party. He came home with a basket they'd given him in honor of his 5 years of service. It had a $100 visa gift card in it. A hundred bucks! Visions of baby things danced in my mind. Him? He was licking his lips wondering how many CDs that'll buy him. Not that he doesn't already own 8,275 CDs.
I said, "You could spend it on baby things, you know. We're going to need a lot of things."
Him: You're kidding, right?
Me: No, I'm not kidding. You wouldn't get something for your kid?
Him: I am getting him something. I'm giving him a house to live in.
Me: [Shooting extremely dirty look and voice dripping with sarcasm] "Mm. Big of you."
He didn't speak to me for the rest of the night. He went to bed without saying good night.
Um, excuse me, but one who rudely refuses to make the smallest sacrifice for the sake of their kid can be mad all he wants. I sacrificed to the freaking moon and back for this baby. All the physical crap I endured. It was my money that financed the whole thing. And now HE has the nerve to be selfish over a crummy $100 gift card?
You have GOT to be kidding me.
And last but not least.
Here is what is awaiting me at work on Monday. It arrived Thursday. I asked my secretary to put her hand on it for perspective. Yeah. The abusive opposing counsel on the other side of this case filed two new motions. This stack of papers? That's all of two motions. Our opposition papers are due when? December 24. Really. It's going to take that long just to read all of that!
Need I say it? You've got to be kidding me.
Well, none of it amounts to the end of the world. I realize that. Just enough frustration to remind me that life ain't perfect.
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