House. No, seriously. I'm a house. Currently a modest 1 bed/1bath, but on my way to a full blown McMansion. No longer can I put on a pair of pants that have a button. If it doesn't stretch, it doesn't fit. Yet I somehow have to put together an outfit for tomorrow night that is sophisticated enough to go to the symphony (no worries, Sara, I'm not calling in pregnant...who else can be your truly designated driver?). Fat chance with the clothes in my closet. I'm already sweating my butt off and it's been nice (relatively speaking) weather in Houston. Prepare yourselves colleagues, once summer gets here in the next 2.5 weeks, I'm coming to work in tank tops and the cutoff shorts I'm making out of my maternity pants. Thus, sophisticated attire seems unlikely to randomly appear tomorrow morning. I'll do my best, though.
Back to the size-of-a-house issue. In addition to the growing belly, two things slightly further north are calling in the contractors for an expansion as well. So not cool. I'm about 2 seams away from busting my way into a whole new letter. I'm really familiar with my current letter. It's been there since high school (when, of course, it was accompanied with a much nicer number in the front). It even stayed with me in college when the number in the front increased...in fact, it got a friend. Now that it has added yet another friend to the mix, I'm afraid it's almost time that we part ways. This is a sad occurrence, especially since even the fat girl store has only one bra style that comes in this new letter. Here's hoping we'll meet again someday, my friend.
On the plus side, my feet are still their normal size, and I think my fingers have actually gotten smaller. My rings slide off all the time. Not exactly ideal, but way better than having super swollen digits. One the minus side, and non-house size related, I'm up an average of 3-4 hours during the middle of the night. For no reason. But I am getting a lot of reading done. I've almost finished A Wrinkle in Time, and when that's over, I'm starting The Hobbit. I'm regressing, apparently. Back to all my favorite childhood books. I wonder if I can download the entire Babysitters' Club series on my Kindle...I used to have almost all of them - I think there were at least a hundred. Or maybe Little House on the Prairie, or The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe. Bring it on, librarians...I apparently have nothing but time.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Monday, February 21, 2011
Long Weekend
Three cheers for government holidays!! I took Friday off and had a delightful (and necessary) four day weekend! One of the big happenings this weekend was going with Frank to pick out stuff for her house. It's really starting to come together - there are walls up and everything. It's almost surreal...who would have thought two years ago that this would be where life would wind up taking my family? Even my sister will be in Houston for the summer - she has an internship in Dickinson. The stars apparently aligned and are bringing the whole clan to Galveston County. Just a quick aside for those who live in the G.C. - this "alignment" also practically guarantees that the weather gods will send at least one hurricane this way (just please, please not during the month of July...or really, just not at all!!).
Even though there was a lot of time for resting, it was also a very active weekend. Frank and her sister Judy are nuts...nuts in a good way, but nuts nonetheless. Most of the conversations we had in the car on our way to the Chocolate Bar (if you haven't been, it is absolutely as amazing as it sounds), should not ever be repeated - out in public or in the presence of any other humans. Poor Thomas...there was much too much estrogen in that car. However, he did bring some of that on himself...March 14th, hmmph.
On Sunday, Debs and I got pedicures, yogurt, and some much needed girl time, even though we had to watch the "Great American Race" at the nail salon. There was only one guy in the entire place, and he doesn't really strike me as the NASCAR type. To each his own...at least the cute little kid won :)
Today I did a lot of lounging...I even managed to stay in bed until 10am - a very rare occurrence these days! I did watch a lot of crap TV and got my hair done. All in all, the wjavascript:void(0)eekend was just what this preggo needed, craziness and all.
Even though there was a lot of time for resting, it was also a very active weekend. Frank and her sister Judy are nuts...nuts in a good way, but nuts nonetheless. Most of the conversations we had in the car on our way to the Chocolate Bar (if you haven't been, it is absolutely as amazing as it sounds), should not ever be repeated - out in public or in the presence of any other humans. Poor Thomas...there was much too much estrogen in that car. However, he did bring some of that on himself...March 14th, hmmph.
On Sunday, Debs and I got pedicures, yogurt, and some much needed girl time, even though we had to watch the "Great American Race" at the nail salon. There was only one guy in the entire place, and he doesn't really strike me as the NASCAR type. To each his own...at least the cute little kid won :)
Today I did a lot of lounging...I even managed to stay in bed until 10am - a very rare occurrence these days! I did watch a lot of crap TV and got my hair done. All in all, the wjavascript:void(0)eekend was just what this preggo needed, craziness and all.
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
The Name Game
It's official. I've become one of "those people". We bought a baby name book - 500 (yes, FIVE HUNDRED) pages of every name you could possibly ever think of. I'm working through it a letter at a time, highlighting names that could be a possible first or middle name for GB. Keep in mind, we have no idea what we are having (March 8 - it better get here soon!!), so I'm picking boy, girl and boy-girl names - each name has a male or female symbol, but some have both. Instead of spending my nights reading my textbooks and doing my homework, I'm armed with a green highlighter trying to discover the perfect name that is just original and just classical enough to not get GB's ass kicked on the playground. Please note that we are NOT considering names that are one word, two capital letters, nor nicknames that stem from a middle name ( for those not aware, although born AnnaMarie Rebecca, I've been Becky since birth...not bitter - just experienced).
Other things I have to keep in mind when we choose a name: it can't be the name of a close friend or family member, it can't be the name of any student that I have that drove me crazy, it WILL NOT be Aloysius, the initials can't be KKK or ASK, and it has to be spelled "normally". Not to offend anyone out there that has a "uniquely-spelled name", but on what planet does one spell Jessica, Jessikuh or Jacob, Jaykub. Although I know you can't see it, the spell check feature tagged the second version of both of those names, meaning they are not normal. Oh crap...it tagged AnnaMarie and Rebecca, too (time to shut up about spelling now, Becky).
The weird thing is, we get to make up a name for this person. I can't imagine being anything else than Becky. Nothing else fits. Nor can I imagine calling Thomas anything but Thomas. It's kind of an interesting responsibility in the long list of ones that I'm about to require. One of the most personally identifying features is your name, and you don't even get a vote in the process. Weird.
One question I've been getting is if we are going to "share" our name with everyone. Of course we are. I have to know in advance what horrible things it rhymes with or nicknames that can be made from it. In a rare display for me, I'll be giving the public carte blanche to give me their opinion on the name...just know that I'm probably not listening :)
Other things I have to keep in mind when we choose a name: it can't be the name of a close friend or family member, it can't be the name of any student that I have that drove me crazy, it WILL NOT be Aloysius, the initials can't be KKK or ASK, and it has to be spelled "normally". Not to offend anyone out there that has a "uniquely-spelled name", but on what planet does one spell Jessica, Jessikuh or Jacob, Jaykub. Although I know you can't see it, the spell check feature tagged the second version of both of those names, meaning they are not normal. Oh crap...it tagged AnnaMarie and Rebecca, too (time to shut up about spelling now, Becky).
The weird thing is, we get to make up a name for this person. I can't imagine being anything else than Becky. Nothing else fits. Nor can I imagine calling Thomas anything but Thomas. It's kind of an interesting responsibility in the long list of ones that I'm about to require. One of the most personally identifying features is your name, and you don't even get a vote in the process. Weird.
One question I've been getting is if we are going to "share" our name with everyone. Of course we are. I have to know in advance what horrible things it rhymes with or nicknames that can be made from it. In a rare display for me, I'll be giving the public carte blanche to give me their opinion on the name...just know that I'm probably not listening :)
Sunday, February 13, 2011
Isn't It Too Early For Nesting?
Okay, so I think maybe the nesting bug has come to the Kamas house a little early. I cleaned out the hall closet which hasn't happened in at least a year. That was an experience in and of itself. Here's a brief list of things I found in there that don't belong: beach towel (nice and sandy from last beach trip...sometime in 2010), Pyrex dish with some liquid-y, unknown substance which I'm sure was food once upon a time, 2009 tax return forms and W-2s (we have a filing cabinet), workout clothes, lip gloss (there were some purses in there so we are going with it fell out of the purse), and Thomas' Crocs (yup...he has a pair - I don't, for the record). Not that the closet is clean and organized by any stretch of the imagination now, but it is at least not gross. Here's to keeping the vacuum's house a little neater in the future.
Speaking of vacuums, Thomas must have been bit by the nesting bug as well. In an effort to eliminate, as much as that can be done, our dog hair issue, he came back from lunch today (at Twin Peaks, where it just happened to be lingerie day) with a Roomba. I was under the impression that these Roomba things were about the size of a small dinner plate. Not the one we are now the proud owners of...it's half the size of our coffee table. I will admit, it was hilarious to watch Thomas' reaction as it drove around the room under the coffee table (it's low to the ground, but if it could support my weight, I could surf on it...hmm, I bet it could support Daytona's weight....) and couch (which is cool - that's where all the collie hair accumulates). I however, counted the number of times in 10 minutes that it drove to the corner and tried to eat my drapes (6 times...yup, 6 times). However, according to the instructions it will spend the next few days "learning" the room, but will still return to spots repeatedly to make sure they are clean.
Now, I just have to remember to wake it up each morning and have it go on the hunt for dog hair. That's right, Thomas managed to buy exactly one model under the models that you can set on a schedule. I would like to point out for the record, that you can't make these stories up...this is my real life. Now my only question is, when are they going to make a robot that can fold and put up laundry? That would be really impressive.
Speaking of vacuums, Thomas must have been bit by the nesting bug as well. In an effort to eliminate, as much as that can be done, our dog hair issue, he came back from lunch today (at Twin Peaks, where it just happened to be lingerie day) with a Roomba. I was under the impression that these Roomba things were about the size of a small dinner plate. Not the one we are now the proud owners of...it's half the size of our coffee table. I will admit, it was hilarious to watch Thomas' reaction as it drove around the room under the coffee table (it's low to the ground, but if it could support my weight, I could surf on it...hmm, I bet it could support Daytona's weight....) and couch (which is cool - that's where all the collie hair accumulates). I however, counted the number of times in 10 minutes that it drove to the corner and tried to eat my drapes (6 times...yup, 6 times). However, according to the instructions it will spend the next few days "learning" the room, but will still return to spots repeatedly to make sure they are clean.
Now, I just have to remember to wake it up each morning and have it go on the hunt for dog hair. That's right, Thomas managed to buy exactly one model under the models that you can set on a schedule. I would like to point out for the record, that you can't make these stories up...this is my real life. Now my only question is, when are they going to make a robot that can fold and put up laundry? That would be really impressive.
Saturday, February 12, 2011
How can 24 hours seem so long?
So I want everyone to get an idea of what a typical day is in the life of this pregnant woman. I'll do a workday because unfortunately, there are far more workdays than non-workdays. Anyways, here it goes:
Midnight
At this point, I'm in bed, in some semi-state of sleep.
1:00am
Nightly bathroom break of the night #1. It doesn't matter if I went to bed at 8pm or midnight...this is when nature calls. I've been falling back asleep fairly quickly after this one. I can usually get a few hours of sleep in until...
3:30-4:30am
Nightly bathroom break #2 comes sometime during this period. I can't fall asleep after this one because Thomas gets up around this time so I hear him moving around. He's quiet, but I still hear him. Apparently pregnancy comes with more than just supersonic smelling powers. Sometimes I read, sometimes I watch TV after Thomas leaves, and sometimes (on rare occasions) I manage to grab a few more hours.
6:30 - 8:00am
Time to get up, find clothes that sort of fit (or at least cover up the belly panel), take a shower, eat Froot Loops, dry hair while sitting on the edge of the bathtub...etc. Amazingly, I can usually make it out the door by 7:30 - 7:45, earlier if it's a non-shower morning. Off to work...
8:30 - 9:00am
This time of the morning is also known as "second breakfast". The Froot Loops that I eat at 6:30 in the morning don't last too long before its time for protein. I usually pop downstairs to the cafeteria to get eggs or sausage. No laughing...second breakfast is extremely important to my ability to function the rest of the day.
9:00am - 5:00pm
Email, phone call, email, phone call, meeting, meeting, meeting, snack, meeting, lunch, meeting, email, snack, email, snack, email, email, email. Yup...that's pretty accurate.
5:00
Dinner. At this point it has been at least 1 hour since a snack. Since I don't eat second lunch, it's important we eat dinner almost immediately upon my arrival home.
5:30 - 10:00pm
I do some school work, watch some TV, usually eat a snack, but the main goal during this time period is to avoid all work. This is difficult because Thomas is hellbent on getting me off the couch to fold laundry or unload dishes. Obviously, he has yet to comprehend how busy I really am...My best bet to get out of working is to take a nap. Of course, this is not that difficult because I can fall asleep almost on command at this point.
10:00 - midnight
Reading the Kindle in bed while shining the light in Thomas' face (or not...depends on how much I was put to work in the previous hours) and then tossing and turning until comfortable.
Basically, that was the long way of saying my day is mostly made up of eating, bathroom breaks (I only included nightly ones - too many to list during the day), and sleeping or trying to sleep. This + creating life...I'm a busy, busy person. Hear that Thomas?? I'm busy and don't need additional work :)
Midnight
At this point, I'm in bed, in some semi-state of sleep.
1:00am
Nightly bathroom break of the night #1. It doesn't matter if I went to bed at 8pm or midnight...this is when nature calls. I've been falling back asleep fairly quickly after this one. I can usually get a few hours of sleep in until...
3:30-4:30am
Nightly bathroom break #2 comes sometime during this period. I can't fall asleep after this one because Thomas gets up around this time so I hear him moving around. He's quiet, but I still hear him. Apparently pregnancy comes with more than just supersonic smelling powers. Sometimes I read, sometimes I watch TV after Thomas leaves, and sometimes (on rare occasions) I manage to grab a few more hours.
6:30 - 8:00am
Time to get up, find clothes that sort of fit (or at least cover up the belly panel), take a shower, eat Froot Loops, dry hair while sitting on the edge of the bathtub...etc. Amazingly, I can usually make it out the door by 7:30 - 7:45, earlier if it's a non-shower morning. Off to work...
8:30 - 9:00am
This time of the morning is also known as "second breakfast". The Froot Loops that I eat at 6:30 in the morning don't last too long before its time for protein. I usually pop downstairs to the cafeteria to get eggs or sausage. No laughing...second breakfast is extremely important to my ability to function the rest of the day.
9:00am - 5:00pm
Email, phone call, email, phone call, meeting, meeting, meeting, snack, meeting, lunch, meeting, email, snack, email, snack, email, email, email. Yup...that's pretty accurate.
5:00
Dinner. At this point it has been at least 1 hour since a snack. Since I don't eat second lunch, it's important we eat dinner almost immediately upon my arrival home.
5:30 - 10:00pm
I do some school work, watch some TV, usually eat a snack, but the main goal during this time period is to avoid all work. This is difficult because Thomas is hellbent on getting me off the couch to fold laundry or unload dishes. Obviously, he has yet to comprehend how busy I really am...My best bet to get out of working is to take a nap. Of course, this is not that difficult because I can fall asleep almost on command at this point.
10:00 - midnight
Reading the Kindle in bed while shining the light in Thomas' face (or not...depends on how much I was put to work in the previous hours) and then tossing and turning until comfortable.
Basically, that was the long way of saying my day is mostly made up of eating, bathroom breaks (I only included nightly ones - too many to list during the day), and sleeping or trying to sleep. This + creating life...I'm a busy, busy person. Hear that Thomas?? I'm busy and don't need additional work :)
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Back to Good...or Some Variation Thereof
After the most stressful week ever (cat, conference, ice, etc.), I think life is pretty close to back to normal. Of course, my definition of normal is probably not the same as yours. Case in point: I often tell my mother (aka Frank) that when I write my autobiography, I'm naming it Becky Kamas: More Normal Than I Have Any Right To Be. I think it might be the best title ever. However, due to the stress, my head has gone crazy. Whenever I'm stressed, I have psoriasis that kicks up into overdrive on my scalp. It's so gross and I'm so OCD that I can't help put pick and peel until it is all off (just to wake up the next day and its back). It's okay, you can be disgusted. I'm there with you, but there isn't much I can do about it except become unstressed (HA!!).
In an interesting turn of events, I've gone from craving savory, yummy things (like mashed potatoes, cheese toast, biscuits and gravy, and so on) to really sweet things. I want powdered donuts, Froot Loops, ice cream, chocolate, and anything else I can get my hands on. I try to counterbalance these cravings with leafy green good-for-me things, but I absolutely cannot go more than a few hours without eating something sweet. However, I would also like to take time to point out that according to my bathroom scale, I'm only up 8.8 lbs. I'm trying to keep it under 30 lbs, so I think I'm doing pretty good. I'm over a third of the way done and I've gained less than a third of my max. Other than the belly (which I had one any way), I don't think I look pregnant in the face (agree with me...please agree with me!!).
It's been a wild and crazy Saturday. This morning I gave a presentation at a big conference (all though my session wasn't big), and then I jumped in my car and caught up to Frank who was house shopping. I think she found the one! Good news, since I'm pretty sure that during dinner she agreed to watch two twin girls that will be making their appearance shortly in addition to the one that's coming in July. I have no doubt that Frank has super g-ma powers, but I don't think even her superpowers can overcome three crying, starving infants.
Time to head to bed...there was no nap today which means there is no way I can keep my eyes open much longer.
In an interesting turn of events, I've gone from craving savory, yummy things (like mashed potatoes, cheese toast, biscuits and gravy, and so on) to really sweet things. I want powdered donuts, Froot Loops, ice cream, chocolate, and anything else I can get my hands on. I try to counterbalance these cravings with leafy green good-for-me things, but I absolutely cannot go more than a few hours without eating something sweet. However, I would also like to take time to point out that according to my bathroom scale, I'm only up 8.8 lbs. I'm trying to keep it under 30 lbs, so I think I'm doing pretty good. I'm over a third of the way done and I've gained less than a third of my max. Other than the belly (which I had one any way), I don't think I look pregnant in the face (agree with me...please agree with me!!).
It's been a wild and crazy Saturday. This morning I gave a presentation at a big conference (all though my session wasn't big), and then I jumped in my car and caught up to Frank who was house shopping. I think she found the one! Good news, since I'm pretty sure that during dinner she agreed to watch two twin girls that will be making their appearance shortly in addition to the one that's coming in July. I have no doubt that Frank has super g-ma powers, but I don't think even her superpowers can overcome three crying, starving infants.
Time to head to bed...there was no nap today which means there is no way I can keep my eyes open much longer.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Credit Where It's Due
It's only fair that I give Thomas the credit he truly deserves. Even though I tease him mercilessly and call him out often in the blog, I honestly don't know what I would do without him. Just to give you an idea of the kind of husband he is, here are a few of my favorite Thomas stories, which have sparked traditions for each of these occasions in the Kamas household:
Our First Christmas
Our first Christmas together was my freshman year at A&M (yes, we were "living in sin" - no judging!). Like just about any of the other kids in college, we were pretty close to flat broke. To top it off, I was having a really difficult time adjusting being away from home, even though home was a short 1-hour car ride away. Christmas was rapidly approaching and it certainly wasn't helping my mood. Now Christmas was (and still is) a big deal in my family. It's always been one of my favorite holidays, and not because of the presents. I love the decorations. I love the time with family. I love dragging 62 boxes out of Frank's attic to only use the stuff in about 3 of them. So needless to say, Christmas in College Station was going to be a tough one because I wasn't home to partake in all the pre-Christmas magic. We weren't having any magic decorating time at the apartment due to the financial issue. So imagine my surprise when I came home from class one day to see a little tree, decorated in Aggie Maroon and silver balls, with snow underneath. Thomas had gone shopping and spent every extra penny he had to make sure I felt like it was Christmas. I can't tell you what Thomas bought me that year, or what I got him...but we still have the Aggie tree.
To this day, our Christmas tree (a much bigger one, now) only has solid colored balls on it - simply because that's what our first Christmas tree had. And don't think for a second I won't pull out the Aggie tree and have an upstairs tree and a downstairs tree because I totally will.
The Valentine's Day Standard
We are not really "going out" for Valentine's Day people. We've got a simple routine down. Each year, when I come home from work, school, or whatever it was I happen to be doing at the time, I always find the same thing: a dozen roses, chocolate covered strawberries, and a politically incorrect Valentine's Day card. For at least the last seven years, without fail. And in a few more days, I'll walk in the door after work, and there it will be...either sitting on the buffet in the hall or lined up on one of the kitchen counters. It's one of my favorite "Thomas Traditions".
Since I told the story of our first Christmas, I should also tell the story of our first Valentine's Day in College Station. I can't recall if there were roses and strawberries, but I came home to a pitiful meowing sound. My first thought was that he had gotten me a kitten (I mentioned I was having a hard time adjusting...pets do wonders to make you feel needed), but it turns out he drove to Rogers and picked up my cat, Got Milk. (SPOILER ALERT: You may need tissues) This is the same cat that he has to take to the vet tomorrow to be put down - she has a blockage in her intestines that can't be cleared and she can't eat or go to the bathroom. He's been so patient with me the past few days as I go through my grieving process (lots and lots of tears) and I know he's going to miss her as much as I do. She wasn't just my cat, she was our first cat. It's tough...so forgive me if I'm not myself the next few days. The biting sarcasm will return - it never fails me long.
The Anniversaries
We got married on January 3, 2004, and since then, we've celebrated 7 anniversaries. Unfortunately, Thomas has only been well for I think 3 of them (and I might be being generous here). For a good 4-5 years in a row, an impressive streak, he would become ridiculously sick. Like 24 hours in bed, yakking up awfulness, coughing out a lung, a man actually deciding to go to the doctor sick. (To be fair, one year, I was right there with him.) We've spent anniversaries curled up on (separate - he's sick remember?) couches watching movie after movie because there was no way we were going out. However, in true hero husband style, somehow, someway he always manages to make a flower arrangement and a politically incorrect card (again - just like V-day) somehow appear. Here's hoping that just maybe we can have a nice evening out in 2012.
He makes me laugh. I miss him when we are apart. He takes care of all the icky things that really only boys should have to do. He is somehow perfectly engineered so that I can fit my head right in that sweet spot near his shoulder when I need to be held. He is loyal and compassionate, almost to a fault (he's the bleeding heart to my even more so bleeding heart). He has threatened, but will never follow through (woohoo!!) on getting rid of my 8th grade soccer t-shirt that is covered in paint and no longer shows my number. He's packed up and moved twice...for me, without question.
So, although I will soon be back to my normal self (and thus the postings will return to normal as well), I just needed to take some time, especially during this stressful week (this blog thing is beyond therapeutic) and share how incredibly lucky I am, and how thankful I am that Thomas is the man that will be by my and GB's side forever and always.
Our First Christmas
Our first Christmas together was my freshman year at A&M (yes, we were "living in sin" - no judging!). Like just about any of the other kids in college, we were pretty close to flat broke. To top it off, I was having a really difficult time adjusting being away from home, even though home was a short 1-hour car ride away. Christmas was rapidly approaching and it certainly wasn't helping my mood. Now Christmas was (and still is) a big deal in my family. It's always been one of my favorite holidays, and not because of the presents. I love the decorations. I love the time with family. I love dragging 62 boxes out of Frank's attic to only use the stuff in about 3 of them. So needless to say, Christmas in College Station was going to be a tough one because I wasn't home to partake in all the pre-Christmas magic. We weren't having any magic decorating time at the apartment due to the financial issue. So imagine my surprise when I came home from class one day to see a little tree, decorated in Aggie Maroon and silver balls, with snow underneath. Thomas had gone shopping and spent every extra penny he had to make sure I felt like it was Christmas. I can't tell you what Thomas bought me that year, or what I got him...but we still have the Aggie tree.
To this day, our Christmas tree (a much bigger one, now) only has solid colored balls on it - simply because that's what our first Christmas tree had. And don't think for a second I won't pull out the Aggie tree and have an upstairs tree and a downstairs tree because I totally will.
The Valentine's Day Standard
We are not really "going out" for Valentine's Day people. We've got a simple routine down. Each year, when I come home from work, school, or whatever it was I happen to be doing at the time, I always find the same thing: a dozen roses, chocolate covered strawberries, and a politically incorrect Valentine's Day card. For at least the last seven years, without fail. And in a few more days, I'll walk in the door after work, and there it will be...either sitting on the buffet in the hall or lined up on one of the kitchen counters. It's one of my favorite "Thomas Traditions".
Since I told the story of our first Christmas, I should also tell the story of our first Valentine's Day in College Station. I can't recall if there were roses and strawberries, but I came home to a pitiful meowing sound. My first thought was that he had gotten me a kitten (I mentioned I was having a hard time adjusting...pets do wonders to make you feel needed), but it turns out he drove to Rogers and picked up my cat, Got Milk. (SPOILER ALERT: You may need tissues) This is the same cat that he has to take to the vet tomorrow to be put down - she has a blockage in her intestines that can't be cleared and she can't eat or go to the bathroom. He's been so patient with me the past few days as I go through my grieving process (lots and lots of tears) and I know he's going to miss her as much as I do. She wasn't just my cat, she was our first cat. It's tough...so forgive me if I'm not myself the next few days. The biting sarcasm will return - it never fails me long.
The Anniversaries
We got married on January 3, 2004, and since then, we've celebrated 7 anniversaries. Unfortunately, Thomas has only been well for I think 3 of them (and I might be being generous here). For a good 4-5 years in a row, an impressive streak, he would become ridiculously sick. Like 24 hours in bed, yakking up awfulness, coughing out a lung, a man actually deciding to go to the doctor sick. (To be fair, one year, I was right there with him.) We've spent anniversaries curled up on (separate - he's sick remember?) couches watching movie after movie because there was no way we were going out. However, in true hero husband style, somehow, someway he always manages to make a flower arrangement and a politically incorrect card (again - just like V-day) somehow appear. Here's hoping that just maybe we can have a nice evening out in 2012.
He makes me laugh. I miss him when we are apart. He takes care of all the icky things that really only boys should have to do. He is somehow perfectly engineered so that I can fit my head right in that sweet spot near his shoulder when I need to be held. He is loyal and compassionate, almost to a fault (he's the bleeding heart to my even more so bleeding heart). He has threatened, but will never follow through (woohoo!!) on getting rid of my 8th grade soccer t-shirt that is covered in paint and no longer shows my number. He's packed up and moved twice...for me, without question.
So, although I will soon be back to my normal self (and thus the postings will return to normal as well), I just needed to take some time, especially during this stressful week (this blog thing is beyond therapeutic) and share how incredibly lucky I am, and how thankful I am that Thomas is the man that will be by my and GB's side forever and always.
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