06.30.09
Posted in Uncategorized at 7:21 pm by kellgaston
I had lunch with my “old boss” from the SHPO on Monday. We had a good time catching up. Right before we left, she asked me the question that she asks me almost every time we see each other. “Are you pregnant yet?” I always laugh it off and assure that no, I’m not pregnant!
It’s kind of a standing joke for us when we get together, but it brings up a more serious issue.
Dh and I want to have more children. In our long range plan, we definitely want to have a grand total of 3 or 4. Because of our IF history and my known issues, we can’t wait forever, either. And, I don’t see it getting any easier to tend to children — I don’t think energy increases as you get older! So, ultimately we would like to plan on having another baby in 2010.
That prospect does not seem to make my mom very happy. She’s always encouraged us to only have two children. Any more, says the woman with four children, is simply too much to handle. I remember my brother and his wife being afraid to tell my mom when they were pregnant with their third (who turned out to be twins). My oldest sister regrets only having two.
My mom has already told me that she will not be here to help with another baby like she has been for Nathaniel and Ava. She was very helpful with both, although we clashed frequently. We’re both pretty strong willed.
I guess I just do not understand why she is so opposed to us having more kids. Are we not good parents? I realize that my house is frequently a mess and I have a hard time getting things like laundry and yard work done, but the essentials are taken care of. The kids are fed, bathed, and loved. I do appreciate help whenever I can get it, but we manage without it. I realize that having a third and maybe a fourth child will be difficult. But, it would be worth it ultimately.
My mom was one of the first people to find out about both Nathaniel and Ava. I guess I’ll have to keep any future “news” to myself.
Of course, all of this could be moot. Who knows if it can even happen again. Maybe Ava was a fluke. I guess we’ll see . . .
We’re not in any real hurry. I’m enjoying being healthier. I like being able to play with the kids without a belly getting in the way, but . . .
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06.23.09
Posted in Uncategorized at 6:39 pm by kellgaston
The schedule for the rest of the week was hectic.
That all changed around 4:30 this afternoon.
My closing for Wednesday had to be rescheduled to Friday. That necessitated a flurry of phone calls.
My closing for Thursday needed additional documents and a second visit by the appraiser because of the broken wood flooring that somehow, the seller cannot seem to get fixed. Gluing broken boards together does not cut it!!!!
Why, oh why, do lenders wait until the very last minute to request things that are absolutely necessary? It makes me so angry. They’ve had a month, or more, and yet they go crazy with requests the last day.
I give lenders a couple chances. If they mess up on more than two things, that’s it. I move on. Lots of lenders in the sea. Don’t mess with me! I expect the type of service I try to provide to my clients.
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Posted in Uncategorized at 6:35 pm by kellgaston
Ava is crawling! She has been on the verge of crawling for weeks. For some time, she has been able to maneuver by rolling around, but last night (June 22nd) she was up on her knees and moving around.
It’s exciting but scary.
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Posted in Uncategorized at 6:33 pm by kellgaston
Like much of America, I tuned into TLC last night to watch J&K+8. Were four crooked houses really necessary?
Anyway, I was hoping against hope that the big announcement would be that they have decided to step back from the show and work on their relationship. I was sadly disappointed but not surprised.
I was shocked, however — shocked at Jon’s seeming excitement at the prospect of being divorced from Kate. I’ve long acknowledged that Kate has mistreated Jon and I’ve even stood up for him. But not anymore. I can see him quickly becoming one of those divorced dads who do as little as possible for their kids. I expected better of him.
Of course, I didn’t know how sorry to feel for Kate either. Was her sadness genuine or contrived? After seeing the video of her brother and sister-in-law, I have my doubts about her motives.
I wonder how much they’ve thought this move through. Things will never ever be the same. Even memories of the good times will be forever tarnished. Those poor kids. Everything will be pre or post divorce. Did they even try? “I don’t hate” him or her. That won’t last. By the time this thing is over, each side will think the other is scum.
I understand that sometimes there is no way to save a marriage. That sometimes, people should not be together. But I don’t see any obvious impediment besides selfishness. There is probably much more to the story. I just keep going back to the vow renewal ceremony last fall.
Just reminds me again of how important communication in marriage is. It’s so easy to slip apart.
Those poor kids . . .
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06.20.09
Posted in Uncategorized at 7:44 pm by kellgaston
I have to admit, I HATE Father’s Day. Actually, I’ve tried to remove it from my vocabulary. Used to, I always tried to be out of town or really busy on that day. However, that is no longer possible. Not to mention, I want to celebrate it for Dh’s sake. I still wish I could just go from Saturday to Monday and skip Sunday, though.
Why might you ask? Most who know me know the why. My dad has Alzheimer’s and has had Alzheimer’s for . . . forever.
Tonight, I bit the bullet and went to see him. I haven’t been to see him in several months. I haven’t seen him around Father’s Day in years and years. He looked good. The purpose of my visit was to update the bulletin board in his room. Dh and the kids went with me. Of course, he did not know me but I said hello and went to work. All went well until his roommate came in. At first, the roommate was talkative and interested in the kids. But then, twilight hit. The roommate lost it and started yelling at us and cursing. He obviously wanted us to leave. I tried to finish as quickly as possible, but . . . it was not fast enough for him! So, not a great visit. But, maybe the craziness helped to break any tension that might have otherwise been present.
Happy Father’s Day to dh and the other dads out there. Appreciate your dads. I’ll celebrate the day again . . . someday when this is all over and my dad’s body gives up.
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