Babies and My Fighting Style

Babies and My Fighting Style

So, this afternoon Chris and I got into a big fight. A huge fight. A colossal fight. We haven’t fought like this in a long, long time.  I think the last fight of this size was one night when I was very pregnant and I was standing on the bottom step of the stairs in our house and I yelled so loud that I knocked my huge, preggo self right off the step.  I’m a powerful yeller. Here’s the thing about my fighting style.  I hardly ever do it.  I’m…

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First-Time Father Blues

First-Time Father Blues

Chris is driving me crazy.  Freaking crazy.  Like if he hadn’t knocked me up, I’d probably kill him right now.  The thing is, its not all his fault.  Its not actually his fault at all.  For one thing, the things he is driving me crazy about are things we should be able to have adult conversations to discuss.  But I can’t seem to function as an adult because my hormones are raging like a teenager.  Conversations using non-four-letter words are hard for me to manage lately.  The slightest remark from…

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Welcome to the End of My Rope

Welcome to the End of My Rope

I’m at the end of my pregnancy rope.  And the last place you want an eight and a half month pregnant woman is swinging from the end of ANY rope.  I think I’ve been pretty upbeat for the past few weeks.  I’ve tried to put a happy spin on things.  I’ve tried to find the silver lining.  But I’m done.  And it must come out.  I must purge these evil thoughts I’m having before my rope frays. Before I go on, let me put a disclaimer on this post.  I…

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Killer Commute

Killer Commute

Every morning I wake up to the same routine in my house.  Let the dogs out, get in the shower, blow dry my hair, lotion the legs, put on my make up, pack the lunch, feed the dogs, grab the breakfast, out the door.  Its simple, its precise, its predictable, and its quiet.  And we all know that I desperately need my quiet in the mornings. But something happens when I get in my car.  Tension.  Stress.  Anxiety.  Anticipation.  I’m like a high school wrestler right before a match.  Why,…

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Honey-Do’s and the Gender Bias

Honey-Do’s and the Gender Bias

This morning as I am unpacking even more boxes in our kitchen, Chris comes in a says that he needs to run to Home Depot (otherwise known as “The Place I Go to Feel Superior”) to get some paint. While he is there he is going to pick up some new plates for our electrical outlets, and could I take a minute and help him out by letting him know which plates in the kitchen I want to replace. So I make a little list. He comes back a few…

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Them’s Fightin’ Words

Them’s Fightin’ Words

I have found recently that the price you pay for new things in your life is new things to fight about with your husband. Chris and I honestly don’t fight that often, and when we do it lasts about 2.7 seconds and then we buy each other ice cream and move on. We both have thick skin, but more importantly, we both know that the best way for us to deal with things is to just say whats eating on us and then duke it out for a few rounds…

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