fml - weekend edition

the weekend was created for my enjoyment.  not for me to later want to stomp and forget it ever happened.  grr.

this all started on saturday evening, which was a lot like the previous saturday evening... 

we have recently moved ian's bedtime back to where it will probably stay for the next couple years- the 7 o'clock hour.  this is nice b\c hubby & i finally have more time together- although we miss ian while he's asleep.  of course, it means we are confined to the house- and being that i am already here all day long- it doesn't make me happy.

the last 2 weekends in a row, i have found myself crying, and dare i say this as a new mother- resenting my child a bit.  Lord knows, i wouldn't trade him for the world, but between not getting to leave the house, and feeling fat all the time, a little resentment has crept into my heart.  it hurts me just to say that.  here was the situation:

last weekend we went to germanfest.  around 8:30- ian was really fussy, so we gave him his bottle, which meant bedtime was soon to follow.  plus the place was packed- and we were idiots who brought a stroller- and had to navigate through the crowds in the stroller- not fun.  so i was on edge when we got inside, and upset about how i felt like we couldn't do anything with ian, etc. 

cut to this week.  our friend israel turns 30 this week and was having a bday party w\ some other friends.  ian slept until after 5, and the party was 45 minutes away.  i had thrown in the towel on going and was crying and feeling sorry for myself because i'm a slave to my own house and i can't do anything b\c of ian.  we decided to go anyway after lots of convincing from husband- so we didn't get to crystal lake until after 7 or so.  ian actually did really well b\c he had taken a later nap- but then the mosquitoes started biting, and you just can't have your baby eaten up by mosquitoes. we were positioned right next to the off candle and covered w\ bug spray, but that wasn't cutting it.  so we had to give ian his bottle, and get on the road- and that's where the fun began...

first- i told husband i thought a mosquito bit me through the back of my pants' leg, which he said was impossible.  turns out we were both wrong- i got 5 mosquito bites through the back of my pants' leg. 

second- i have a mosquito bite on the top of my foot that is swollen, and as big around as a golf ball.  i'm seriously beginning to wonder if it was really a mosquito. 

third- we arrived home around 10 o'clock to find that we couldn't get our garage to open any higher than an inch.  after several tries we figured it's best not to break it.  we tried to get into the front door- but our door has a hotel-style latch that can't be opened from the outside.  our backdoor had all 3 of its locks locked and we have 1 window on ground level- by the front door.  we tried to finagle our way in the front door, but about 5 minutes later, i was on the phone w\ the landlord and ian was screaming.  we ended up having to drive over to the in-law's to stay the night.  we had only a onesie and 2 extra diapers- and nothing for us.  oh, and our dogs- inside. 

fourth- because of this disaster, ian didn't fall asleep until after midnight, and decided to wake up before 6!  so.  tired.

fifth.  alberto contador won le tour de france, again.  seriously.  i can't stand that guy.

so, looking at it now, it wasn't as bad as i made it out to be, but i'm really sad about my whole "resentment."  i don't resent my son.  i couldn't love anyone more than i love him, and i can't imagine my life without him.  i think i've had some serious cabin fever and just needed to get out, but it's so hard to get out w\ him, especially in the evenings now that he goes to bed so early.  it's even worse that since we've moved up here, we rarely see anyone- i feel like husband's friends treat us like we have the plague because we have a baby- it just makes me want to be in atlanta even more.  we also don't know anyone to babysit- and i'd hate to constantly ask the in-law's to give up their evenings to watch him.  it's definitely brought us to one conclusion: #11 from my 30 before thirty has got to start happening asap.  i've got to get out of the house- without baby. 

other mommies out there- ever felt anything like this?  you can either comfort me, or make me feel worse!

here's to soon to begin date nights!

Happy Anniversary/Week 20!

More on week 20 to come later...

It's our 2nd anniversary! The cotton anniversary! I can't believe Dave & I have been married for 2 years already, although we have been together for at least forever. Sometimes I think of this baby, and are we ready for it?! That may be a ridiculous question to ask now, but I'm hoping everyone who is having their first child feels this way! Dave & I have been together 7+ years, and out of all that time, we have only lived in the same vicinity as each other for just 2 of those years. My time with him is very valuable. I guess a good way to put it, as a friend put things once, is that I'm very jealous of my time with him. Am I willing to share my time with my husband with our baby. I know the answer is yes, but it's hard to imagine how life will change- it won't be so easy to just "get away" to the beach, the store, anywhere! Watching movies or tv may be a thing of the past- just getting a conversation in may be hard to begin with. Now I'm probably over-dramatizing things just a bit, but it's still something I think of. By our next anniversary, the baby will be almost 9 months old, and that does make things a little easier. Like I said, I think I'm making this out to be harder than it really will be. We're so excited, and we're so blessed, and we're so ready for our lives to change for the better! It's funny b\c we are very lucky- it didn't take us very long to get pregnant. We started talking about it at the end of 2008. I was tired of taking the pill, so I stopped taking it, and then we waited a couple months before we actually started trying. I used an online "ovulation calendar/predictor" although I didn't know how accurate they were and we just went by that. I had my annual appointment w\ my midwife on May 8th, the day before we moved, and I had told her I wasn't sure things were working out, but little did I know I was already pregnant!

This 2nd year of marriage has held many ups and downs for us, and i will hold onto all of them and remember our joys and struggles and look forward to all the joy that is sure to come with this 3rd year of marriage! Although everything may not be exactly the way I had planned it to be, I can positively say that the best is yet to come!