The good, the bad and the...
* 2008-09-25 - 4:32 p.m. *
I have some things to be happy about and some to be sad about. Lets start with the happy things. Mike is in Chicago filming a commercial for the insurance company. They asked the top 10% sellers in the Midwest to be in it. It’ll air during the Sugar Bowl. Isn’t that awesome?
Baby is growing and I got to hear his heartbeat this week. I finally made it through the scary part of the pregnancy. Twelve weeks down and twenty-eight more to go. My belly is getting bigger and I’m starting to actually look cute instead of just bloated. *grin*
Sad things: The dog ate my cell phone. Well, she didn’t exactly eat it, but it definitely is chewed up beyond recognition. The good news is that it still works….kinda….. I don’t get very good reception out at home but it works fine in town. Ever since I got a new ring tone, Little Bo has been going nuts over my phone. “I kissed a girl, and I liked it…” She barks and jumps around and then she tries to play keep away by blocking me as I try to get to the phone. It’s all fun and games to her. Well, as forgetful as I am I left my phone and when I got home there it was in the middle of the living room… I just about murdered Mike’s dog. Yes, now she is Mike’s dog. I won’t be getting a new phone any time soon. Dagh….
And finally, my mom is never going to speak again. I will never be able to hear her voice. It started going away last year and it’s just been getting worse and worse. I called Tuesday to give my dad an update on how my prenatal appointment went and my mom picked up the phone. She can’t do anything more then grunt and I tried to carry a one sided conversation with her. She got frustrated and sobbed on the phone with me. Pregnancy is a time when women want to feel closer to their mothers. Ask the questions about what’s normal and what’s not. Did she get sick when she carried me? How did she handle the morning sickness and the back aches? Did she feel this incredible closeness that I feel with my baby? Did she worry about what kind of parent she was going to be?
I send her letters but I don’t get responses. I send her e-mails and that’s just useless. I know she’s being stubborn about being sick but I need her right now. Mom, I need you.