~:D E A R * S A R A H:~
What started out as a really nice day quickly turned ugly. Doug and I decided to clean out the guest bedroom to get it ready for Bimp. This bedroom has, within the 3 short years we've lived in this house, turned into a horrifically disorganized storage space. "Where do we put THIS ugly thing, or broken thing, honey? Wait! Don't throw that OUT. I'll fix it later. We NEED it." Those are the kinds of conversations we had each time the door to this room got opened or shut.
Lordy. I should have known better than to try tackling this task today. But it has to be done, or Bimpie sleeps with Bjorn, which would get us into a lot of trouble. After just one hour, I'm regretting every little knick knack I saved, every photo, sketchbook, book, broken something, poster, postcard, xmas card, schnittle... you name it. We've kept it. So I'm feeling out of control by 2:00 in the afternoon. My life's dirty, messy, cluttered. I am unprepared for parenthood. I would have liked to have cleaned the house today, but now I've got an unpacked room of trinkets and bad memories AND a dirty house.
Little Bjorn's downstairs being ignored. Even HE'S dirty. So he gets a bath. And I'm mad at him for squirming. So I'm yelling. Doug's upstairs fumbling in the attic. I've just returned from Kroger to get hamburger makings and managed to snag the very last bag of buns (these are the soft white boring kind) and have unpacked my bags only to realize I've forgotten the fucking beef. Kill me now. Did I mention I'm pregnant, too? Hot, fat, bloated and hormonal? And that I cried during the last half of Yoga class Saturday morning? 
Doug (who has been SUCH a great husband these past few months) goes back to Kroger to get the meat. I decide that I can't stand one more second of animal hair on the floor, so I get the vacuum out. After Bjorn pees on the floor, Doug puts him in his crate to nap. Yes. We are going to be really great parents. Hmmm. So the floor's clean but I'm fuming by now, practically in tears by the time Doug gets back.So what do I do now? What therapy can ease my grief, my anger, my feeling of loss of control and resignation? My fear? Ah ha!! I will take Sarah's Rock Bottom sticker photos! Of all four of us!! It took all of 5 minutes to take them and I had a really good laugh afterwards. As did Doug. So thanks for the catharsis. We needed it.
XO,
~Anne
8 comments:
don't worry. You're not the only one out there who's had the preparent realizations. I've had even more during the first week. I am glad to say that they have peaked and our now on the downslope. It truly has been amazing, and Lyndsey and I have not spent this much time together in a long while. Everything's going to be fine.
why are people ditching you with a lack of comments? don't they know it's not easy for a pregnant lady to put herself out there like that?
i said it on my blog and i'll say it on yours::
in no way whatsoever do you look fat. i don't think i would look that good pregnant.
You look great pregnant! Esp. with that snazzy sticker...and Doug looks fierce...very intimidating...I got a little nervous when I saw the pic.
Sarah that is really sweet of you to say. Maybe I just FEEL fat!
A, you probably feel fat because you are growing another human on you. I think you look glowing and thin. Here's to eating for two!
I feel that fat and get that frustrated just about every weekend. And I am nowhere near pregnant (hopefully).
Our aprtment is that spare room. You have more than permission, which you don't even need, to rage against the machine.
well this placement of the stickers is simply too wonderful.
All right. You guys are just about the, THE best friends I've ever had. Simply wonderful.
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