ok, so I've decided to tell my family on Easter Sunday. Hopefully everyone will be happy and enjoy the time spent together....Well, actually its only going to be my parents and lil sister, all three of my brother are doing other things and cant be there but I have a cute little dress for Avery to wear and I bought a matching bright green visor and have decorated it so after church my family can read the visor that says "Christ is risen and I'm 2B a big sister"
you think that will go over ok?
I'm so stressed about this whole thing. Batman is STILL trying to finish up with building this Foundry up at My dad's barn and everyday on our walks I get to hear my dad run his mouth about why is Batman such a slacker.....
just now, I got a phone call from my dad asking why is Batman turning in in Hours of his work guy that don't even add up....I'm so embarrassed about the whole mess and now we get to tell them that I'm knocked up again. I'm ruined.
I'm simply a girl that wants to enjoy life and spend time with her family and possibly get off once in a blue moon, guess that's what got me into this mess. I'm stressed about how I'm ever going to be raising Avery and bumping my fat prego belly into everything. I know with the first pregnancy I was totally worthless and couldn't last much of a day doing anything and now I'm going to have to suffer another pregnancy all while teaching Avery to Stand and hopefully walk. How am I ever going to lift her into her carseat.....and then when the second one arrives; its just going to be more craziness, with double the diapers and carseats and I definitely wont get a chance to get back into shape...I'm going to be stuck at the house with an infant and a toddler. I know I'm going to be a screaming mommy, Its already begun and I don't think I like it. Not so much that I'm screaming at Avery but I've had a couple of bouts of yelling to Batman over the phone.
our relationship has been strained by the first pregnancy and raising Avery and the switch of income and now, I'm facing another pitfall.
I'm not sure how far along I am but I feel like I did when i was about 2 1/2 -3 months prego.
I just didn't want to have to tell my family because thats the first thing they are going to want to know; when i'm due.
just wish i had all the answers and could tell everyone that its going to be just fine and how we were going to arrange everything to adapt to the Wonderful addition, I just don't see it happening and I want my guts to fall out all over the floor.

I wish my husband wasn't so lame, it's hard for me to hear the frustration of my dad about his lack of ability to care for us. I mean He's had 5 weeks now of building this thing on the barn and it should've been able to be completed in a lot less time. Its' his bestfriend helping out and they take these lunch breaks during the afternoon where they run Tommy's errands and sometimes don't even return back to the job site. I cant say anything to Batman about it cause he backs his best friend up all the time but its getting really old. I'm his flippin wife...I the one that is suppose to be there longterm for him but he's treating his friend with more respect.
We just have things backwards. our whole relationship has been messed up since day one. All you women out there might laugh and say,,,Withhold sex and that will get his attention but the problem is that He withholds it from me. When we met 4 years ago, I was the working woman and paid all the expenses......My mistake was allowing for that to continue so I've basically been a sugar momma to Batman and this time last year when we were having to rearrange the job duties/income he told me to have faith and trust in him which is honestly all i can do but it's been a year and we've still not managed an entire month without some sort of aid.
We were just talking about me going back to working because this sort of lifestyle is just not going to make it but now I'm pregnant again and i don't see the ability for me to jump back into the business for only a month or two before I get to large and am unable to do massage. Seriously, can you see me working, bumping my belly into people's heads as I work their back....Not to mention that psychologically, being a massage therapist takes a lot and I know I wouldnt ever survive being pregnant and making other people feel good. I started getting bitter when I was about 5 months because I was the one that needed relaxed and pampered far worse then any of them. I just couldn't hang with massage therapy while I was so uncomfortable. Now I'm not going to get that chance and I'm stuck waiting on BAtman to return from working on my Dad's barn....What kinda crap job is that anyway and why would anyone want to make it last this frickin long? there are days that I feel like I should go up ther and finish the stupid job for him
Oh, ANd his precious Tommy called me the end of last week to apologize......(?) I'm like, WHat? what does Tommy need to apologize for? well as it turns out, he was mad with me but now is over it

well, good for him ......so for somereason, I've been giving him a reason to not like me. he's such a pansy and he's wasting my husbands time and he think's he's getting paid by my dad for some hours that he worked but my wonderful husband cant' add and I had to hear about it from my dad before he blows up the foundry with Batman in it.

Happy Easter yall