The last few months have been sort of an emotional roller coaster. These pregnancy hormones are really getting to me this time around. So I'm warning you, I Emily Bennett, who never cries more often than 3-4 times a year, even during my previous pregnancies, am an emotional wreck.
If I feel an extremity of any emotion, I will cry and I am sorry to those who will feel awkward as a result.
If you make me really really happy, I'll cry. If something happens to make me even the littlest bit sad... I'll bawl uncontrollably. I can not stop it once it starts.
If you make me really really happy, I'll cry. If something happens to make me even the littlest bit sad... I'll bawl uncontrollably. I can not stop it once it starts.
Angry... ok you actually have to make me really angry but yes, that'll make me cry too. Tired... I'll cry. Overwhelmed... Yep more tears. Sorry it can not be helped, believe me I have tried. It's embarrassing sometimes.
When I cry, I can't communicate super well. I just start blubbering and no one can understand me, so sometimes my poor husband is stunned and clueless as to what I am crying about. He is not used to me being like that.
When I cry, I can't communicate super well. I just start blubbering and no one can understand me, so sometimes my poor husband is stunned and clueless as to what I am crying about. He is not used to me being like that.
Jeff has started another semester and its just crazy. He is good at making time for us but still... I miss him. I really really would love some alone time with him in the not so distant future.
When we last visited my in-laws my sweet mother-in-law took the kids so we could get out for a day date and it was much appreciated.
Still... that was back in April and I'm dying to do it again. One day I'd like to (when I can afford a sitter) do weekly dates, or at least biweekly dates with my sweet hubby. We'll figure something out.
I am nearly 17 weeks pregnant and am just starting to feel better. I don't need Zofran anymore. Yay!
I still can't eat anything more than small portions or any sweets at all but, my goodness I am so much better.
I only have to try a little hard to drink water :)
Kylee has become such a little daddy's girl. When Jeff tells Kylee no it breaks her heart. She is used to me being the bad guy but if the bad guy is daddy... her poor heart just can't take it. Anyway the other day I overheard Katie lecturing her dad who (gasp) told Kylee no. I think whatever she was doing, she nearly broke his laptop, so he was perhaps a bit louder or more stern than normal. That broke her sweet tender heart.
This is what Katie said,
"I'm very disappointed at you, you hurt my sisters feelings when you got mad at her. You need to say sorry or mommy will give you a time out."
A few minutes later she sighs, "he disobeyed me. He didn't say sorry to her. That makes me feel sad"
Silly kid.
Katie hates that Jeff has to go to school (what she doesn't realize is when school is finally over he still will have to work and will be gone for 5 months after he graduates for a officer training course...oh well, we'll cross that bridge when it comes).
She likes to help him though. She'll get in the fridge and pull out the things she knows he uses for his lunch. She actually gets frustrated when she doesn't get to pack his lunch.
She LOVES to feel like she is helping. She'll cook with me, and help me clean the bathrooms. She LOVES the praise.
Anyway Jeff was about ready to head out the door for school and Katie was trying to be helpful by getting his back pack for him. It's super heavy and has his laptop inside.
I saw her triumphant grin as she awkwardly carried the back pack towards her dad and then she lost grip and we watched in horror as it crashed to the ground. No one yelled at her or said anything at all, but she knew his laptop was in there, and she knew how careful we are around that and how many times we warned her not to carry her dad's heavy back pack.
It was heartbreaking to see how that triumphant face fell into... I can't even describe it as anything but completely heartbreaking.
She felt so bad, and she just bawled. She didn't want to be comforted because she just felt so awful.
So my pregnant self fought tears because I saw how heartbroken this sweet girl of mine was, who was only trying to help. I tried to comfort her and tell her it was an accident and we weren't angry. But the fact that I was crying despite my best efforts did not make her feel any better.
Goodness as parents do you ever wonder if things like that hurt them forever? I sure do!
Ok, picture time this is what my mornings are like now. Katie wakes me up bright and early every morning with snuggles. I can not imagine a better way to wake.
Katie snuck out of the house and took a bad fall. She was running back and forth on the cement and our dog just started going nuts. I looked outside and my poor girl was layed out on the ground screaming.
I had to cancel a dental appointment because her little mouth was just so swollen.
That's it for us.
Hope you enjoyed and if not... too bad. It's a good way to keep a record of our sweet family
