Happy Anniversary!

Amends

Ronnie reads the blog regularly. Last night he didn’t outright say he read the last post, but throughout the evening he randomly quoted my sarcasm as it was written. Things like “I should get some new socks; mine are getting kind of holey” and “Don’t talk to me while I’m watching this. Ok, it’s a commercial, now what were you saying?” It was pretty funny, but it got us both to air a few grievances, and we ended the evening sharing a small tub of ice cream while watching HGTV on our new LCD tv. Another day in Paradise.

Today I’m home with Skyler, who I think just wanted to play hookie today. She woke up with a slight temperature, and again refused to eat much of anything for breakfast as she’s done for the past couple days. I wouldn’t have thought much of it except for the fact that Saturday evening she puked twice in her crib, and has had some pretty horrible diapers for a few days. Precaution told me to keep her home to rest another day before going to daycare. But back to the hookie thing – she is just as happy as can be, and besides not being thrilled about her food, she’s otherwise a happy kiddo, and seems to be enjoying her day at home with me.

I was hoping to get some photos downloaded and up on Flickr, as I’ve taken several lately, but that’s just not happening. Unfortunately, I’m again caught up in another fictional vampire book series, so every down moment I’ve had I’ve been reading. This one is nothing like my beloved Twilight (which I bought the movie on Saturday!), but it’s entertaining nonetheless, with a lot more action and scandal. I do miss my Edward and Bella though, so there’s no telling how often that movie is going to end up in my DVD player. Ronnie will be overjoyed!

Battles

Why do Ronnie and I get in a fight over every other meal as we try to decide what to eat? It has something to do with the dilemma of eating healthy versus eating conveniently and who will do the cooking versus who will go pick it up. And for some reason Ronnie always leaves the decision up to me, and it is just a decision that I prefer NEVER to make.

Why is it that during the SAME week of EVERY month, Ronnie still cannot understand why I couldn’t care any less if he was another pair of holey socks that I had to match and put away in a drawer? Do I need to start wearing a sign?

Why is it that while I should dare not interrupt his TV-watching if it’s not a commercial, he gets so insulted if I don’t have a clever response to whatever his question was while I was engrossed in an exciting chapter of the book I was reading?

Why is it that no matter how many gazillion more stinky diapers I have changed than him in my extended time that I am home with our daughter while he is at work, he insists that his changing just one disastrous diaper makes him hero for the month? And then he must again remind me of the black tar poopy diapers that he dealt with after Skyler’s birth while my body was recovering from nearly being ripped in two, thus rendering me deservedly immobile. Kudos, Ronnie, KUDOS! Trade ya places next time, deal?

Why is it sometimes so hard to get on the same page as the one you love the most?

Piece of the Web

I ran across this little article about marriage on Yahoo’s homepage today. It made some great points! Seeing stuff like this every now and then is a great reminder that when I’m going through less-than-fairytale times in my marriage, I am not alone, and maybe I just need to adjust my perspective.

7 Things No One Tells You About Marriage

Blast from the past

I’ve been meaning to go back and look at my old babysite from time to time, on the same date last year, and see what my thoughts were, since I was still pregnant. I finally did that tonight, and I’m so glad I did! It was actually a pretty significant “turning point” in my pregnancy. August 13th’s post was called “change of plans.” August 13 was that strange morning when I woke up early (on the couch in our back lliving room – I remember it so clearly!) and could not go back to sleep, because of this persistent thought that I should try normal labor instead of opting for a C-section. I completely forgot that I went that much of my pregnancy preferring a C-section, especially after how everything turned out! I stuck to my instinct from that day forward, went through with it, and had the most joyous labor experience. [Besides the ridiculous pain I was in once the epidural wore off (luckily AFTER Skyler was born), and the remainder of the afternoon and evening that I spent in so much pain that I didn't even want to hold her (gosh I cannot imagine that!) until I finally broke down in tears at 10:30 at night begging for something stronger than Tylenol 3!] Even my labor, while induced, was a calm experience, not too long at all, and the pushing was a lucky 25 minutes or so. It was hard, hard work, but exciting all at the same time. And so worth it! I can’t even describe how my life has changed from that moment on!

Not that having a C-section would have been any less exciting, it just would’ve been a different experience altogether. I’m so proud of myself for having that realization and giving my body the chance. And I’m proud of my body for being up to the task. There were a few hours during the early labor that the nurses wondered if my body wasn’t up for it and a C-section was in my near future, but luckily after the epidural was in, we were home free!

Then I read ahead to August 15th’s entry. I still think these thoughts on a regular basis, and am still so amazed with where we are today. It was the end of one chapter, and the beginning of a new one. All the things that have happened since then, the ups and downs, I had no idea back then! That new little chamber of my heart that started growing back in January ‘07, is now the biggest part of my heart and keeps growing, exponentially as days go on. Funny, Skyler was diagnosed with an enlarged heart back in March, but I think it was definitely hereditary, because she has caused mine to grow so big that I feel it trying to burst out of my ribcage when I think of all the joy she brings me. But while she is growing into hers, I feel that mine will continue to outgrow me the older she gets, and I’ll never be able to catch back up with it!