I’m thinking of changing my name from Unknown Mami to Mami the Grouch. Aren’t you glad you don’t live with me?
I noticed that as the week progressed my mood went from worse, to worser, to worsest. Don’t you dare tell me that worser and worsest are not words! If I say my mood is at it’s worsest, it’s best not to correct my grammar at that moment.
Yesterday, I was thinking about it and realized that my mood keeps going downhill because on Monday I have to go back for yet another ultrasound. I’m just so tired of worrying.
Technology is a blessing and a curse. Because of it I know that my amniotic fluid is low and that my baby may or may not have one kidney. Everything hopefully will turn out fine, but in the meantime I get to brood and worry about something I can do nothing about.
I feel like I am not allowed to be happy or excited about this pregnancy because who knows what will happen.
So I’m grouchy!
My daughter, Put Pie, turned 2 less than a month ago. Oh my goodness, someone at the playground must have alerted her that now is the time to start acting up. I wouldn’t say she is terrible, but there are moments when she is not delightful.
She does however crack me up when she brags about the size of her poop. She will yell while on the toilet, “BIG CACA! BIG CACA!!!” She follows it by cheering for herself. If only I could get so joyful about such simple things. She also claps for me when I go to the bathroom. She says, “Yay, Mama go caca!” It’s nice to have someone rooting for me and my bowels.
I haven’t figured out how to make money for doing nothing, yet, so my finances are suffering. If you guys have figured out how to make money for just being please share the secret, unless it’s a pyramid scheme.
The other day I was on the phone with Unknown Papi while I was feeding Put Pie (she happened to be bare-bottomed at the time) and I said, “Do not put your hands between your butt cheeks while you are eating!!” Unknown Papi got irritated and asked me why I was saying that to him when he wasn’t even eating (I guess if he were eating it would have made perfect sense). I had to explain that I was addressing his progeny. She obviously gets that habit from his side of the family. I jest.
That’s it for me!