Happy Monday, everyone. It is too cold for my liking today. It's not that cold, just windy and not as warm/hot as it's been lately. I'm sure by June, I will be longing for a "cool" day. But right now, I wouldn't complain if it were about ten degrees warmer.
First, let me just brag and say that I haven't needed my spit bottle since this morning. I went to my workout class and realized that I hadn't spit the entire time. I haven't needed to spit since! It feels good but weird to walk around WalMart and the MCX without my towel-wrapped spit bottle. Finally, after almost two months of spitting 24/7, I hope that this is the end. If not, I will just hang in there.
In exactly one week, Derick and I will find out the sex of this tiny baby. I am so excited! We can hardly wait, and I'm pretty convinced that this week is going to draaaaaag by. We finally narrowed down our favorite boys names. And let me just add in that when an expectant mother tells you what she and her loving husband are thinking about naming their very first child that they prayed for years for, that she dealt with months of sickness for, that she and her husband already love more than anything, it is nothing but hurtful to make comments about how you don't like the names they chose. Trust me, she is not telling you this information for your opinion or approval. She is telling you this because she is excited and somehow sharing the information with you is important. So, lets all go back to kindergarten and think before we speak. When you tell an expectant mother, whose emotions are already hard to control, that the name she and her husband spent months choosing doesn't quite suit your standards, don't expect her to appreciate your opinion. Ok, maybe that is a little harsh, but as you can probably guess, my feelings were a little hurt recently by some comments about the names Derick and I have chosen. I am probably being really SUPER petty, but there is not a bone in my body that would ever think of telling anyone that the name they like for their baby is anything but cute. Even if it isn't my favorite name or even a name I would personally chose, it's not my baby either, thus it's not really my place to tell her (or him) that I don't like it. I don't have to lie very much; most of my friends or people who share this information with me actually pick cute names. And even if they didn't, I think I was raised to just show kindness and say something nice. I don't know. Name your baby Garden Hose or Fly Trap or something like that, and then we'll see how I react. But if someone tells me a name that doesn't seem TOO freaking weird like Cheese Cake or Old Man, then I'm pretty sure it isn't hard to just be happy for the parents to be and congratulate them on finally putting a name to the face (or sonogram, per say). Derick and I did not choose the name for our baby to please everyone else. We chose it for our baby, so remember when you say hurtful things about the name we picked, you are, to me anyway, insulting my child.
Now once we announce the sex and name of the baby, I'm pretty sure this post may result in everyone praising our choice. Not what I'm asking for. And trust me, I can take your opinion. I'm not a big weenie who gets upset over every little comment people make. If you don't particularly like the name we chose, that is fine. I just think it couldn't hurt for people to think about what they say and how they say it before they let hurtful things just roll off of their tongues. This goes for all situations--not just baby naming.
So there's my little hormone-driven speech. I hope I'm not sounding like a big brat. I am just super happy that we finally agreed on names for this little angel, and it is upsetting when people can't share that excitement and happiness with us because they are too bothered by what we picked. Oh well, you can't win 'em all.
Tomorrow is such a busy day for me, and I should be catching up on laundry right now instead of sitting at the computer. There is a swim class in the morning that I am going to try out with a friend, then immediately after that, we are going to the hospital on base for a pregnancy nutrition class. Tomorrow night, we are going to try to make it to trivia one last time before Jonathan deploys. Maybe if my week stays this busy, it will speed by! :)
Tomorrow I will be 19 weeks along, and I'm feeling it. For the past few mornings, I've awoken with some terrible pain in my stomach. It's not a sickness pain; just more of a muscular ache. It hurts really bad, and I was a little worried until I talked with a friend and she reminded me of those weird "round ligament" issues. Apparently, my already big belly is stretching and getting bigger and for some reason, it's not an extremely wonderful feeling.
Round ligament pain is no joke - it sent me to the floor one time, I think I was around 24 weeks. And I agree on the name thing. You're not a snot.
ReplyDeleteI can relate and understand what u mean about the name thing. People would ask us what names we picked out and most were poliet but a few people would respond with their negative opinions on our choices...as if telling them are choices, which we obv love cause we picked them, invited them to have a say. Ah just the beginning of babies somehow inviting ppl to give u their opinion.
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