Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Early morning conclusions...

First off, good morning bloggos! Sleep well? Good, good.

I've come to a few conclusions this morning that I would like to share with you. I hope you enjoy.

1. We need a bigger bed. The more pregnant I get, the more I realize this. Dear God. When we moved into our place, Tony's parents gave us his furniture from his room at home. Don't get me wrong, it's really nice stuff....but we're sleeping on a full sized bed, with a dog. Now I love to snuggle, but I would love to have the option to spral out and not kick my future husband in the kidney.

2. Tony is the biggest baby in the mornings. I have no problem being his alarm clock, but good lord... I don't have to be at work for another 3 hours after him. I would like to get some extra sleep. The problem with me is that once I'm awake, It's gonna take me at least two hours to go back to sleep. So, by the time I'm ready to hit the hay, it's time to get up. Anyways, this is our morning routine- 
-----6:30- 1st alarm goes off. I hit snooze. "Baby, it's time for you to get up. C'mon, wake up!"
-----6:39- 2nd alarm goes off. I hit snooze, again. "Seriously babe, get up! You're gonna be late...again!" T-"what time is it?" B-"6:40." T-"I'll get up at 6:50."

At this point, Lily is completely awake, bouncing around, being cute, what have you. I'm 100% awake.

-----6:48 3rd alarm goes off. I hit snooze one more time. "TONY GET UP! NOW! GET OUT OF BED AND GET IN THE SHOWER. YOU'RE ACTING LIKE A LITTLE KID. GET UPPPP!" T-"Geeze you don't have to be so mean about it, I'm up."

He may have his eyes open but he's not up yet. Ohh no. He has to lay in bed, check his phone, mess with me, then for about 3 minutes he will be incredibly sweet and cuddly. Wait....are his eyes closed? "You little shit! Get up baby!"

-----6:57 final alarm goes off. He's up...and so am I. Because of all this snoozing, he now has 45 minutes to shower, eat, and get ready for work. Do you know what that means for me?

Plates and cups on the table, pans on the stove, eggshells in the sink and wet towels on the floor.

Of course he always says, "Oh don't worry about it. I'll take care of it later.' But what do we do? The women? We clean it up, all of it. I do it because he is amazing and loves me more than anything. I do it because he would do it for me. I do it because I don't want the house to look like a pig sty! 

I can't tell you how many times we've had the "just get up 5 minutes earlier" conversation. Does it work? No. I've just about concluded that I will be dealing with this for the rest of my life. But if this is the worst problem in our relationship, I can dig it. :)

3. Pooping while pregnant is a freaking chore! Yeah, I said it. Pooping. I always feel like I'm about to EXPLODE and have to urgently get to a toilet. After 5, 10 mins...2 pebbles and I'm done. What the hell is that? Is this normal? I need to do some pregnant pooping googling.....I hope that doesn't take me to some kind of freaky fetish porn....

4. And finally, I can't wait til halloween with a little one! I love halloween as it is, but last night we both got to thinking about how amazing halloween is as a kid. We both want to make the holiday as fun and funky as possible for our little tyke. Really go over the top with it. EEEKKK!!!!

The same goes for Christmas, really. I'm just excited as fall is approaching, halloween is the closest and is on my mind. We'll cross the Christmas bridge when we get to it.

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