I learned two very important life lessons yesterday, actually three.
1. Never cook dinner in your underwear. Just in case number two happens and the police/fire department decides to drop in. (which they didn't but still)
2. Broiling a steak in a whirlpool 300 dollar oven on a factory programmed setting is a MUCH more different experience than broiling a steak in... whatever fancy oven we have in our parent's house... which is "full broil" which turns out is 500 degrees. unless you want to start a fire- change that setting. and get dressed. Cooking in your scanties pregnant is not sexy.
3. I realized that lately I've been really critical of others, particularly those I love- specifically B, and I was trying to figure out how I could... not be such a hack, and then I found a composition notebook and everyday instead of being mad about B not being able to spend time on me (i know, this is adult life right?) I write down all the things I'm thankful for in a letter to him for all the things he does for our family. And I realized his time is devoted to me in a round about way, and I'm glad for it even if it makes me feel like a lonely midlife crisis torn woman without kids or school or really a job in a big house. And I'm learning a lot about how if you treat somebody as who you see them- they become that person for you no matter how crunched they are for time.
the end. oh and I didn't come up with this last lesson on my own. I had some serious pushing from the big man upstairs.
January 24, 2011
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Thank your for this. I needed this reminder. Always. Love you.
I LOVE YOU!
for #1, i thought you meant don't wear underwear while cooking unless POOP happens... like if you have to poop. and i was like, "do you lose control of your bowels when you're preggo?" and was very scared. but then i figured out what "number two" meant.
mallory! first i typed maooy! which sounds like your name while i am eating a banana. that's really funny because i read it your way this time and was kinda grossed out BUT in pregnancy, like after five months- if your baby kicks your bladder you're a goner. i had a friend who thought her water broke and she went to the hospital for them to tell her she peed her pants. another thing nobody talks about but it happens almost every single time on the operating table is that while women are giving birth they are pushing really hard and a lot of them poop. usually the docs and nurses dont say anything because it's so common, but when i found that out i was HORRIFIED. because brandon is the type of guy who would probably point that out or make fun of me forever for it. like when he poops he always calls out, IT'S A BOY, or, IT'S TWINS! and he took an EMT class so he can deliver a baby and had to watch a billion movies of women pooping/giving birth, so i can't even count on the shock factor to keep him quiet. fun fyi huh.
hahaha! i have actually heard that before (pooping while birthing), but i disregarded it several years later because i never heard it again. i'm so glad you told me... and i just learned how to subscribe to posts so i actually got an EMAIL saying you responded - so cool huh. iiii love technologyyyy. things your husband say make me soooo laughy.
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