son of a bitch.

i am so fucking irritated right now i could scream. i can feel my blood pressure sky rocketing. it is 1:20 am, and i just got off the phone (yes, phone, as in not at home) with my husband. i was woken from a deep sleep, so i was confused when i answered. i knew he had gone out... he had a class until 9:30ish,then was going to go eat dinner, then come home around 10:30ish, maybe 11 at the latest. so when the phone rang i thought, "it must be early still." first words out of his mouth were, "i fucked up." ohmygodyougotaduiorsomethingwhathappened??? he tells me that he ended up meering up with my brother for a drink, lost track of time, and now isnt okay to drive home. so he wants to know if he should juat stay at said brother's house then drive home in the am, or cab home. (for anyone who doesn't know, my husband is currently laid off and stays at home w/ our son now.) um, hello??? cab it, of course! i need you here in the am to watch the baby so i san go to work! oh well, he was wondering if i could just take the baby to daycare in the morning because he has a sidejob to do. fuck me!! so now i have to get up even earlier, skip my workout again, pack up all c's shit, including another diaper bag from scratch since his is in your f-ing truck, get c ready, call and apologize profusely for the short notice for daycare and hope like hell she's not full, all the while trying to get my ass ready and to work on time. all because once again you have been irresponsible. granted, he was very apologetic, but sorry doesn't cut it. sorry doesn't deal with all the shit i now have to deal with in the morning. i do not handle this sort of thing well, especially when it comes to making sure everything i need for the baby is set. fuck! now its 1:45 and i'm having an anxiety attack. thanks a lot.

here we go

out of sheer desperation to change my post-pregnancy body, i have finally agreed to do the P-90X program with my husband.

god save me.

hospitals should prepare for my impending cardiac arrest.

i'll let you know how the first day went...if i'm still alive.

a deeper need

this blog has existed is the past for several reasons. as of late it has served as a placed dedicated to my pregnancy and now my son. granted, i'm awful about updating things often. i know this.

today i am in need of a different blog... onewhere i can talk about the crap that is consuming my mind every day. mainly my struggles wth weight and the subsequent warped mind-fuck i'm experiencing. it's pretty bad right now, so this is going to be my way of coping.

more to come.

Goober

Tell me he is not the cutest thing you've ever seen?!??

Silly pictures of my love...

2 weeks ago, we had an amazing snow storm that hit out of the blue. It had been 75 degrees one week, then all of a sudden there was a foot and a half of snow! Connor had seen snow before, but had never really been out in the mix. We decided to be Mean Mommy and Daddy and make him try standing in the snow, hehe. Can you tell from his face what he thought of that situation? :)

Connor Dale Humphreys, 7 months 1 week old!