Showing posts with label scary shit. Show all posts
Showing posts with label scary shit. Show all posts

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

possible future SAHM?

SAHM: Stay at home mom. Well, it may be a reality sooner than later, although possibly only temporarily. Due to budget cuts (as previously blogged) I may not have a job to return to after maternity leave. I hope I do, I am even willing to take a cut in pay to keep the benefits and ability to pay our bills and save money for future. Dear hubby and I have talked about all the different scenarios, now it is just a waiting game. We are supposed to know absolutely by June, when the next biennial budget begins. May know sooner, depending on what is approved by the state legislature. If I have no work, I told dear hubby he will need to get a summer job, which he was not too happy about. I would stay home... with 2 kids. Actually, while it would be adjustment, they would be my children and probably not nearly as challenging as some of the cases I have had. But, it would be a big change and difficult financially. I know there are many, many more people in truely dire straits due to the crappy economy, so I know that we can put it in perspective and cut out luxuries and a bunch of other unnecessary stuff. Now it is just the waiting game...

Monday, January 19, 2009

almost 28 weeks

Tomorrow I will be 28 weeks preggo; 4 weeks ahead of the time Jude decided to make his shocking, early appearance. Everything appears to be right on track so far, but it did last time too. I am hoping to not become increasingly anxious as we approach that 32 week mark a month from now, but I probably will be some. Dr. K is being vigilant, which helps me feel like I need to be less so myself; you know control freak tendencies rear up at times like these. I look as pregnant now as I did when I delivered Jude, which means I will be gigantic 11 weeks from now when this baby is (hopefully) delivered. Heck, at least I look pregnant, not just fat.
Jude is very excited to be a big brother, and frequently tells me that he also has a baby "in my tummy." I will be living in a house of boys come April; there is probably something very ironic about that fact. I am up for the challenge, particularly once I am not knocked up anymore. I am not one of those women who love being pregnant, I will be glad to be done with pregnancy and c-sections after 2, thank you very much.