cosmic shit convergence

The shit's converging.

I'm tired. The baby's been sick all week and I'm not coping well. Now it feels like I'm coming down with it. Sore throat and headache added on to the growing discomfort of this pregnancy.

Fuck.

I'd curl up in a ball and cry if it didn't feel like I was getting punched from the inside and my hips wouldn't go numb from lying on my side for more than five minutes.

AAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

how nice of them to offer...

I spent the weekend with my sisters and my FiL insisting on carrying Owen for me everywhere we went.

Um, yeah. It's not that I don't appreciate the offers. My FiL is VERY VERY insistent--saying, "Don't pick up the boy! I'll get him!" or "Give him to me, I'll carry him!"

A) I'm pregnant, not paralyzed.

B) Owen is still pretty clingy to me and trying to peel him off me when he's clinging to me like a monkey will only make him cry.

C) As nice as it is to have a little relief, the one trip across the parking lot at Wal-Mart or to Wendy's isn't going to negate the fact that I have to hoist his 30 lb. butt about FOUR HUNDRED TIMES A DAY when nobody else is around.

Thanks, though.


Oh, and if my FiL tells me ONE more time that "Christopher needs to loosen up the straps" on Owen's car seat, he's getting strangled with the belt. Really. He comments EVERY single time he tries to buckle the straps. I say "tries" because he can never figure them out and always gets them twisted around. Which may lead to them becoming tighter than I normally have them.

A) Christopher doesn't know how to adjust the straps. I do.

B) Owen's not crying or complaining, so it's not too tight.

C) It's SUPPOSED to be tight to prevent him from getting hurt in case of an accident.

I think MiL is wise to this, though, because this past weekend when FiL said it, she said, "Tom, I think they're supposed to be tight."

Um, yeah.