This isn’t for money, just for fun, and if you’re right, you get to gloat all about it in the comments.
Let’s bet on what day y is going to go into labor. Starting from today, the 29th, leading up to the 5th of August (if she hasn’t had Gabby yet, she’ll be induced on the 4th, but remember, labor could go on into the 5th. or maybe not.) All I know is that I’m taking this way too seriously.
My bet: Sunday, August 1st (i’m a dumbass).
-Melly
GOOD AFTERNOON, EVERYONE!!
No baby yet, but THAT’S TOTALLY OK WITH ME!
You won’t hear me complaining, oh no. I wouldn’t want to DEPRESS YOU!
So what if I can’t sleep at night! WHO NEEDS SLEEP ANYWAY! Not being able to sleep is AWESOME!
I have been skipping around the house today, not even CARING or WORRYING about when she’ll come because I’M JUST HAPPY TO BE ALIVE!
Just call me chipper, call me perky, call me totally NOT depressing, because I live to MAKE EVERYONE*drew*HAPPY!
So HAPPY FREAKING WEDNESDAY, people.
My dream for you is that you always love yourself first so you can in turn love others.
That you always believe in yourself and your abilities.
That you recognize who your true friends are, who those who really love you are and that you spend your time, love and energy on those only, not wasting one minute on people who don’t matter in your life.
That you are never envious or jealous of your friends, but that instead you rejoice with them when they rejoice, that you cry with them when they cry.
That you love with all of your heart, unconditionally those around you, yet that you understand it’s never ok for someone to use or mistreat you. That you have the strength and wisdom to recognize when someone is toxic to your life and that you are strong enough to let them go and never look back.
That you never judge others or hate them because they are different than you or because you don’t understand them. Instead, I pray you learn from them and that you are compassionate always.
That you never let what a man thinks about you determine your self worth. That you always know you are beautiful, no matter what size clothes you wear, because your beauty is what’s in your heart and your mind.
That you learn from my mistakes as a mother, a woman and a human being and never use those mistakes against me. Instead, grow from them and decide to never make those mistakes yourself.
That you know your father and I ALWAYS have your best interest at heart. That everything we do is to make sure you are safe, that you thrive in life. We may not always get it right, but know our intentions are always pure and good.
I love you, my Gabriella and I hope you never, ever doubt that.
These are my dreams for you, my sweet girl.
I can’t wait to meet you.
Andrew was due on March 6th. He was born on March 3rd.
Ethan was due on June 22. He was born on June 19th.
Both were born exactly 3 days before their due date.
Today is July 26th. Gabriella is due the 29th.
I’m hoping history repeats itself a third time.
“y, I can’t tell which is bigger, your pregnant belly or your back side”
-Grandma Wilma (yesterday, in front of all the guest at my shower)
We never found the dogs last night. I couldn’t sleep all night, worrying that they might get hit by a car or beat up by other dogs.
I woke up around 6 to go look for them again. I found Snoop up the street, wondering with a dog that WASN’T Willie. He was soaking wet, covered in mud. He looked pretty traumatized.
“Where’s Willie?” I started crying. They always stay together.
I put the dumbass dog on my lap so he didn’t get my car full of mud and drove home crying all the way. As I’m walking up the sidewalk, I see paw prints on my walkway. Could it be? YES! Willie was at the front door waiting for me!
I wanted to kick them and hug them all over at the same time. I hated thinking something bad had happened to them all night long.
And if it wasn’t bad enough that I was worrying about my dogs all night, I had to deal with my fucking RUDE neighbors. They were partying all night, which I’m used to and I tolerate, but when the walls in my house are literally shaking from their music being so loud at THREE THIRTY IN THE MORNING?
Hell no.
I screamed out the window. “CAN YOU TURN THAT MUSIC DOWN??”
Tony got mad, said I should have just called the police. A very pregnant woman is MUCH scarier than the cops. Yes?
They turned it down, but not off, it went on until after 5 this morning. What the hell?
I don’t mind people having fun, partying, playing their music loud. I really don’t. But I think playing it that loud at 3 in the morning (and screaming “OH PLAY THAT SONG, FUCKERS, I FUCKING LOVE THAT SONG, PUT IT BACK FUCKERS” at the top of your lungs) is beyond rude.
Now that my dogs are safe and the walls have stopped shaking, I shall go back to bed and try to put my throbbing crotch back to sleep.
My doggies are gone.
Both of them.
They’ve gotten out before, but we always find them wandering around the ‘hood. We’ve looked for over an hour and can’t find them anywhere.
I’ll be heartbroken if they don’t come back, mostly for my boys because my boys LOVE those dogs and will miss them terribly.
Stupid dogs!
I’m still only dialated to 1.
The baby is still high.
No contractions.
So…
Doctor scheduled an induction on AUGUST 4th at 8am. August, people.
Of course there’s a chance she could come before then, but I doubt it.
GIRLS! They are trouble, I tell you. T-R-O-U-B-L-E.
When one has hemmoroids, the term “bubble butt” takes on a WHOLE new meaning and just isn’t quite as funny.
My feet are purring.
I went last night and had a one hour spa pedicure. It was pure heaven.
The vibrating chair. Uh, I want one.
I had her paint my nails pink, of course.
The only thing I didn’t like was that the lady kept talking to me. I didn’t want to talk! I wanted to close my eyes and relax! Eventually, I closed my eyes, and started moaning. That shut her up.
It’s amazing what a little attention to the feet can do for a girl.
