KRAZEE
When I asked MrZ if he wanted to camp with us on Friday he said, “Well, it’s the last weekend before the baby gets here and I need to finish the house.” I love how he felt the need to point out that it’s the last weekend – LIKE I AM NOT AWARE.
MrZ has had one thing on his To Do list: Paint The House. He is almost done with the blue, will finish this weekend if the weather holds up for him. My list, on the other hand, is contains everything else. I’ve been washing baby clothes and bassinet bedding. I’ve been buying supplies (I forgot how small newborn diapers are!) and washing all of NikkiZ’s old items. I’ve tried to hunt down another diaper bag like the one we have for NikkiZ – but they don’t make it anymore. (I’ll rant about that later.) I’ve been scrubbing the house and washing the sheets. And there’s still SO MUCH more to do.
And for some reason? I feel the need to TELL EVERY LITTLE THING to my husband. It’s like I’m afraid that he’s sitting there thinking, “I’ve got to paint the house and what the hell is my fat lazy wife doing the whole time?” Which – he would never think. (At least he’d better not.) But for some reason? I act like he’s thinking it every second of every day and I find myself listing out ever little mundane thing I’ve done to prepare for AndyZ’s arrival. And if I plan something like a night camping – (I’m keeping my fingers crossed it will work out) – then I feel like I have to explain that. “I just want to have some quality time with the two other kids before AndyZ invades our lives.”
WHY DO I DO THIS? My husband has never made me feel like I should be doing more, so why do I act like he’s keeping some sort of tally in his head of the amount of time we each spend working…just to make sure I’m doing my share. I don’t even think he would care if I simply sat on my ass all day eating bon bons.
(Hey…that’s a good idea…)
Yet still – I feel like I must prove myself to him every day. Because I am certifiable and he is a saint for either (a) putting up with it or (b) ignoring it. Either way – good for him. One of us needs to be mentally stable when this kid gets here.
I felt that way before my son was born. I too thought I needed to have all this time with my daughter before our lives changed. Truth is, she was so thrilled to have a baby brother that I should have just chilled. You forget that, while overwhelming, the baby’s arrival will bring you all together. As for your house, don’t kill yourself over it woman. You’ve said yourself that the filth doesn’t bother you. And remember how much the little guy will sleep at first. You’ll have lots of time to adjust. Good luck on the camping – I still think you’re a wild woman for wanting to do it
I want my husband to know the things that I do too. Mainly because I don’t want him to think that all I do is sit on the computer and take a daily afternoon nap (at 22 1/2 weeks? I thought I wouldn’t need to anymore). I’ve been very busy this past week but not with baby stuff. I’m putting it off. Instead, I’ve been pressure washing my house and repainting the old paint on my garage door, door frames, and porch.
I just texted that last paragraph to my husband because, other than the baby coming into our lives, sounds so familiar.
I have that same weird need to tell Scott everything I’ve done during the day. Like not only have I kept the children alive! I also have kept the dogs, cats and plants alive! I kept the house from burning down and I …..
maybe we are insecure? Nah. Not us!
I am laughing because I do the same thing. We have 3 weekends before our newest arrival, but I’m already making lists. Why? I don’t know. I want DH to see everything I have done, or will do soon. Guess it’s because I’m secretly hoping he’ll jump up and say “Oh I’ll take care of that for you, just sit down & rest.” I’ll pause while you laugh.
DH really doesn’t care if I sit or if I’m up all the time. But I know better than not to work on things, otherwise they will never get done. Classic example this weekend, when he promised to take care of cooking & cleaning the house because we invited his parents over on Sunday for lunch. Then he left for about 4 hours. House was clean alright, but guess who did it?
Anyway, just enjoy the placenta brain a bit longer. At least there is a valid excuse right now. LOL.
Duuude. You are gestating a human life. You need to justify nothing. That is work enough!
first of all – congrats on having only a week left! Secondly, WHY oh WHY do you want to subject your body to sleeping on the ground the last weekend of your pregnancy? You should be demanding feather beds on raised platforms, not a hard ground that will make your body ache all over – you’ll be doing enough aching afterwards
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Oh my God. I need to START doing this! As it stands now, Jeff comes home from work and casually asks, “How was your day?” and I have absolutely no answer. I can’t name one thing that I accomplished, and I can’t recall any noteworthy tidbits. To him, I’m sure it seems that I roll my ass under the couch the minute he leaves for work–only to roll back out as he returns nine hours later…
The Last Weekend! Hooray!
I do that too. Maybe it’s a female thing? I can’t imagine any of the husbands I know ever doing that.
Maybe you could get NikkiZ to do the laundry? No? darn.
I work from home creating handmade jewelry for my little shop, and it takes a lot of time and effort, yet I feel guilty for not doing dishes and folding laundry instead of working. Hello! It’s my JOB! Yet since I am home, I feel like I should be doing ‘chores’. Ugh, I hate that about myself, but CANNOT STOP.
I know that I do that because I keep a tally of all of the stuff he does. Especially if he’s being REALLY lazy. (Am I awful? Probably. But honest, too.) I’m always like, “Okay, I’ll take out the trash THIS time, but I’ve also taken it out last the last three times, and he took it out that one time but that was months ago and since then, I’ve..”
I think. A lot.
(In other news, why have your updates not made my feed reader in days?!)
i do the same thing! maybe it’s just a female thing?
Yeah, me too. My obsessiveness over that very same thing was one of the reasons I ended up on Zoloft 2 years ago. Ahh, what a beautiful thing not worrying about our relative ‘scores’ has been.
Wow MS Zoot your making the rest of us all feel inadaquate, heck can’t you slow down a little, put your feet up and eat bon bons like heavily pregant ladies are meant to. Major kudos for you too be thinking of going camping just days before D day. Wow you amaze me. I hope you have a nice, comfy, lilo to sleep on.
I like the blue.
Is it in honor of Andy
Not to be telling you what to do or anything, but RELAX! TAKE A BREAK! HAVE FUN! AndyZ won’t care if the house is blue or gray or fuchsia! Really, enjoy this time together. You only live once and you’ll never get back this moment in time.