WTF mothernature?

I added the WordPress snow to my blog because it is looking to be the only snow I’m going to get for Christmas. Every year I’m usually all “NOOOOOO!!!!! I’M NOT READY FOR SNOOOOWWW!! MELT, MELT, MELT!!!” but I grow up and get over it because I live in Minnesota. It snows sometime in November if mother nature has decided not to give us a white Halloween. It’s cold as ****. And spring doesn’t show up until sometime in May if we are lucky.

I can’t in all of my 27+ years remember a Christmas where we didn’t have snow. And we have about a zero chance of snow before Christmas. No matter how much we Minnesotans complain about snow, it’s just not Christmas without it. I only got my tree up 2 days ago because it just doesn’t seem possible that Christmas is less than 2 weeks away. Not possible. I can still see the leaves on the ground. It is still getting up to the 30’s during the day. My kid can go outside without snow pants. It’s not time for Christmas.

I’m pretty convinced it hasn’t snowed yet only because we bought a shiny new snow blower this year on black friday, so of course it isn’t going to snow. Obviously we must be the center of the universe and our actions make mother nature want to laugh at us. I even got boots. The winter kind without a heel and the fuzzy stuff on the inside so I could go play in the snow with Parker. I haven’t had those kind of boots since I was like 12. (Yes, people ask me all the time how I survive here) Yet, there is still no snow. Damn it for being overly prepared for once in my life.


Baby Names – My Rant

Choosing what you’re going to name a child is every parents right. It is a discussion that shouldn’t involve the outside world. And frankly, when it comes right down to it. I still believe it is the mother who has the final choice. Yes, my husband knows this. I am nice enough to include him and if he really does hate something we move on. I usually come up with a list that I like and bounce them off him. We have chosen our girl name.

Since we have chosen our girl name, I’m just going to say it. I DON’T CARE IF YOU LIKE IT OR NOT. Are you going to be pushing this potentially 10 lb child (Parker was 10.3, they say they only get bigger) out of your vagina? No? Have you spent what will be 9 months sick as hell? Dealing with the aches and pains, the not-sleeping, the heartburn that makes your eyes boil, the cramps, the weight, the waddling, the restrictions, the inability to breath because your lungs are being squished, the gas, the cravings, the nausea, the bloat, I could go on. No, you’re not. So, I don’t care that you know someone who did this, that or the other which therefore tainted the name forever. You don’t get a say.

Also, I’m choosing a name because I like that name. Not because I can use ____ as nickname. After I chose Parker, everyone asked what are you going to call him for a nickname? Um, if I wanted a nickname, I just use that.  Nicknames, in my opinion come after a baby is here. Or from someones friends. Parker’s nickname is P. Why, because when texting, it is a lot easier to type P. Simple as that, and it stuck.

I am happy to share my baby name with people. I have no problems with that. I don’t know where people get the idea that it is okay or socially acceptable to criticise what parents have chosen to name their child. How is it that you think your opinion matters more than the parents? If you don’t like it, keep it to yourself and I promise a few months after the baby is here you will have no idea why you hated that name in the first place.

We find out on Tuesday if it is a boy or a girl. I have said from the beginning that I KNOW this is a girl. Just how I KNEW Parker was a boy. If I’m wrong oh, well. I guess I’ll have a lot less shopping to do. But to me, and really all of our family and friends think it is a girl. I, very out of character, even bought a her a take-me-home outfit. I couldn’t resist. It is the girl version of what I brought Parker home in. I figured if I really am wrong, it is really easy to return it.

If baby is a girl, we have chosen:

*Caroline Victoria

*I, of course, reserve the right to change my mind all the way up to squishing this baby out. Just sayin’.

::sigh:: tomorrow is a new day.

Some days are harder than other. Today was one of those days.

I’m utterly exhausted, (which, by the way, I thought was supposed to get better in the second trimester) and extremely hormonal while going through a stressful high risk pregnancy. Needless to say my patience is really, really thin. Now, add my 2-year-old son who thinks Mommy is a jungle gym with a fluffy new punching/kicking bag for a tummy that is oh so much fun to jump on, and his ear-splitting, high pitch excited shreek, who decided not to nap today. It’s been a very long, tearful day.

I know that all parents have these kinds of days. I know that this is some kind of phase he is going through. Okay, I’m praying that it is a phase. I know that things might get harder before they get better but I hate not having the patience that my son deserves. I hate that I’ve been short with him. I hate that I’ve been quick to raise my voice. I hate that I don’t know how to help him to understand that what he is doing is hurting me/can hurt him/might hurt the baby/not something we do inside/etc…

I’ve tried everything I can think of. I’ve taken other parents advice. Family’s advice. Friend’s advice. His Doctors advice. Researched, and have done what the “professionals” advise to do. Nothing works, and I’ve decided it’s not going to because there isn’t anything that I can say or do to “make” him understand. It’s up to me to find my patience, be consistent with everything, and pray that this “phase” passes quickly. I just have to remind myself that he is just being a 2-year-old boy doing what little boys do. (Lord help me if I get another one.)