Not A Real Post. Until The End. Then It Gets Sort Of Post-y.

Good Afternoon Blogstalkers.

First I just want to say, thank you all so much for bearing with me as I post even less than usual as of late.  The truth of the matter is that, being pregnant, I'm not able to take any of my normal medications for my depression and anxiety issues and in the last month or so this has started to impact me in a number of ways.

I won't go into details but between panic attacks, an overall weariness at the idea of leaving my house and a new fixation on counting (If I don't move the clothes from the washer to the dryer in five armfuls something bad will happen, If I don't count the rotations on something I'm heating up in the microwave something bad will happen, etc.) I'm struggling a little bit to keep up with creative endeavors, like this blog.

Luckily depression has not reared its stupid head and I'm optimistic that as the weeks pass and I get more and more excited about meeting the girl baby that it gets less likely.  I'm happy in general, just sort of a nervous wreck.

Rest assured I seek medical attention when necessary and both the baby and I are doing just perfectly lovely from a physical health standpoint.

This is not meant to be a WOE IS ME sort of post, so I apologize if it comes off in that manner.  I know I'm lucky in this life and I thank the gods above every day for it.

I do have a shenanigan or two (two) planned for the near future, so stay tuned.

In the meantime, to reassure you once and for all that I will always be the same old Lauren regardless of how warped my brain chooses to be on a certain day, here is a very brief summary of last weekend.

*I had a doctor's appointment for my 1 hour Glucose test and my doctor, who is young and male and single (not that that matters, just giving details) walked me to the lab to get the test started.  I may or may not have accidentally tried to hold his hand on the way there.  (I totally did.)

*I dragged Ryan to a baby store on Saturday so we could see in person the larger things for which I had registered online and make sure they would suit our needs.  After practicing folding up strollers and wearing baby carriers for a number of hours my poor husband was in desperate need of a palate cleanser.  So I suggested we stop in the Halloween costume store next door where I figured he could pretend to be Indiana Jones for a moment or two.  I was perusing the wigs when Ryan popped around the corner all threateningly with a plastic musket.

As my father is a Civil War fanatic, I have been to many a battlefield and have been subjected to many a lecture on Civil War things so I basically know pretty much every single there is to know about the Civil War.  Basically.  Don't quiz me or anything, just totally take my word for it.  For example, I know what the bullets used in a musket during the war were called.  And I wanted to sound smart and impress my husband with all my fact-knowing.

So I faced him and his musket and said, "Get that thing out of here RYAN.  I'm not afraid of you or your minie balls!"

In the middle of a very crowded shop.

Oops.

Anyway thank you for all of your understandingness and such.  You are marvelous.

24 comments:

  1. You know, if you keep making me laugh loud enough to wake up the baby during her nap, I will have to claim turnabout as fair play after your little one is born. Then I'll have to figure out what to do that's funny enough to get you to literally laugh out loud.

    What I'm saying is that any funniness you see in my blog after the wee one is born will be completely attributed to you. We won't, like, tell anyone but we'll all know. ;)

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    1. Fine! I totally claim the funniness post-baby! I can't imagine I'll have much funniness of my own at that point so it'll be really nice actually.

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    2. Since you have requested it I will be even funnier! I'll be an extra 31.8% funnier than I am now, starting the day that she's born. Promise.

      Also, let me just tell you now: Post-baby there will be hilariousness. Seriously. Babies are by nature funny. You just have to scratch the surface and see.

      But not /literally/, of course.

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    3. Yay! As long as this child does not inherit Ryan's scoff-y attitude toward all things funny...

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    4. Well, I can't say either way on that one, obviously but one of the things to keep in mind is that for the first year or so she has whatever sense of humor you ascribe to her! Did she let out a squeak or maybe drool in a way that it looked like she smiled? Maybe she farted? Whatever she does, it OBVIOUSLY means that she finds mommy HILARIOUS!

      Later on, well, I don't know yet. If my girly doesn't have a good sense of humor I think I'll be devastated. And I'll blame her mom.

      No, wait. I'll blame Ryan. I can do that, right?

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    5. Totally. I wrote the rules on blaming Ryan. And the only rule is there are no rules.

      (Sidenote:Don't you hate when people say that and you are like, But that means there ARE rules. AAAAARGH)

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  2. LOL, just LOL.

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    1. *Bows* (Sort of. Can't really do that any longer. Also can't see feet any longer.)

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  3. You're having a GIRL?! Yay! Ryan is going to totally be outnumbered. Congrats and take all the time you need. We'll still be here. :)

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    1. Yep! A lady baby! And both our dogs are lady dogs! And I am a lady! (Well that could be argued, but you get the point.) I'm really excited.

      I will say that Ryan is REALLY excited too. He wanted a little girl crazy style. I'm pretty sure it's because he thinks she'll be a daddy's girl and love him more. But that's not going to happen because I can bribe her with things like Christmas.

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  4. I am just happy to hear you and baby girl are healthy. I don't have kids (just a cat), and my sister doesn't have kids (just 2 dogs), but I really like kids. Would it be weird if I start sending you fluffy dresses and tiny shoes to play virtual dress-up with your baby?

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    1. Ha! Girls are SO much fun to dress. I spend each evening making pretend carts at Gap and Old Navy.

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    2. Jessie S.9/24/2013

      Forget Old Navy (and somewhat Gap- 'cept they have the cutest dresses!) Gymboree. It's where it's at. The mixing and matching. The new lines every season. It's just too much! Girls are AWFUL on the bank account!

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    3. Glad to hear that you and lady baby are physically healthy, but sorry about the nervous wreck part! (Wait...brain wreck? Is that a thing? Can we make it one?) It seems that even on your rough days, you are still way more hilarious and charming than most people, so you've got that working for you...

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  5. I hope that things get easier for you, or at least don't get any worse! It will all be worth it when that sweet little girl arrives, but you know that. I'm very excited for you!

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  6. Can't wait until you're back to 100%, sister!

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  7. I hope your anxiety issues slow down! Take your time and take care of yourself and Olivia Jane (tee hee, baby OJ). We are all here waiting patiently. Can't wait to see what kind of hijinx you're up to in the next few weeks, as I'm positive it will make for many laughs! I hope they involve OJ (please please please)

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  8. From everything I've seen, having a baby is so worth it. I got to watch a birth on the 20th. It was amazing... I'm a nursing student. :P

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  9. Anonymous9/26/2013

    Hang in there! Sending positive energy your way. And strength so that you may be stronger than your anxiety. (If you can be in control even some of the time instead of allowing those thoughts to take over you have succeeded - It doesn't have to be every single time).

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  10. Bwahahahaha! Minie Balls!

    That sounds like something I would do!

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  11. Minie Balls - love it!

    I think our husbands secretly love our perfectly innocent outbursts that sound much worse than they are.

    One summer my husband had a heat rash on the inside of his elbow. While in town we wandered into a major chemist chain and I tried to explain we needed some cream for it. At a loss of how to describe it and determining that really they were the experts I blurted out "Hubby, show the lady your rash." Hubby and about 20 people around us went deathly quiet until a number of them burst out laughing.

    Not one of my best examples of being a great wife....

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  12. Haha! Minie Balls. HI-larious!

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