OK. I know most people outright do not agree with a man having more than one wife. I don't really have a problem with it except for the fact that I think a woman should be able to have more than one husband if she wants as well. So there is no double standard. He gets multiple sex partners and housekeepers, she should get the same if she wants.
Would I ever be a sister wife? HELL NO. Chris is mine and mine only, and I know he feels the same way about me. We waited a long time for each other and we are not going to botch it by adding "others". I am a very jealous creature and he is too, and the fact that we love each other and want each other ONLY and selfishly is good for us. It works for us.
If other people are OK with having multiples in their family and everyone involved is OK with it, than that is their right as far as I'm concerned. I will NEVER share, but it's not up to me to judge those who want to.
I watched the show "Sister Wives" the other day. I like the women, they are nice, they know what they want, they are happy. I don't really like the guy that much. Maybe it's his horrid hair cut? I don't know....or maybe it's being raised to believe bigamy is wrong and that is still carrying over a bit. Who knows, but as long as all of them are happy...who really cares?
Friday, October 22, 2010
Wednesday, October 20, 2010
Week EIGHT and counting.
So far this pregnancy thing has been way overrated. I have just started my 7th week, and I'm so tired of it all already. I don't even feel like there is really anything special going on...I just feel sick all the time.
Every time Chris kisses me or whatever, I have to remember that I am not sick with something contagious, I'm creating life. He can't catch what I have.
I hardly eat, which I know is not good for the baby, but I never feel very good and it's hard to choke anything down. Then like the other day...I manage to eat pretty good and something (cat vomit) makes me sick and I puke.
I normally am one of those people that can go to sleep at night and sleep straight through to the next afternoon. Not anymore. I wake up in the night now and just lay there trying to fall back asleep to the loud snoring of Chris and Sonny. It's so frustrating. I have heartburn, and my tummy hurts.
Every little thing worries me, as I lost two babies before at or around the eight week mark. I'm so scared this baby isn't going to make it. Everything is different this time though, so I hope that is a good sign. The first two times, I didn't have any of these problems. I even have acne. Me, the only Kinmonth girl to have near perfect skin, now has pimples. I also have to shave way more often, my "body" hair is growing at an alarming rate.
Chris has the food cravings that I should have. He is eating more now that he probably has ever eaten, and starting to get a little sympathy belly because of it. I wish some of the nutrients from what he is eating would somehow get into the baby.
It also looks like he won't be here when the baby is born. Or even for the entire last trimester. The baby will be at least 7 months old by the time he meets him or her. That sucks really bad. I don't know what I'm gonna do without him. There is still a chance he will be able to get out of it, however minor. He was sposto get out in August, (he thought October) but now the bastards are extending him through the deployment.
Tomorrow is my first actual ObGyn visit and another ultrasound. I really hope we can see a heart flutter at least. This baby has to make it.
Oh, and for those of you that don't know. Gus no longer lives here. The little shit is probably the naughtiest dog I have ever had. The last straw was when Chris CAUGHT him pissing on the wall and when he went to punish him Gus tried to bite him. I'm not having my baby crawl around in dog piss and risk getting bitten. He lives with his aunt now and is a perfect little angel. Little shit. I am so tired of the stink of piss in my house. I told Chris we have to get a shampooer this weekend. He soaked one whole half of the house.
Well, that's it for now. I'm so tired, it's way to early to be up, but I couldn't sleep and a voice in my head kept telling me to get up and eat something. So I had some crackers.
Every time Chris kisses me or whatever, I have to remember that I am not sick with something contagious, I'm creating life. He can't catch what I have.
I hardly eat, which I know is not good for the baby, but I never feel very good and it's hard to choke anything down. Then like the other day...I manage to eat pretty good and something (cat vomit) makes me sick and I puke.
I normally am one of those people that can go to sleep at night and sleep straight through to the next afternoon. Not anymore. I wake up in the night now and just lay there trying to fall back asleep to the loud snoring of Chris and Sonny. It's so frustrating. I have heartburn, and my tummy hurts.
Every little thing worries me, as I lost two babies before at or around the eight week mark. I'm so scared this baby isn't going to make it. Everything is different this time though, so I hope that is a good sign. The first two times, I didn't have any of these problems. I even have acne. Me, the only Kinmonth girl to have near perfect skin, now has pimples. I also have to shave way more often, my "body" hair is growing at an alarming rate.
Chris has the food cravings that I should have. He is eating more now that he probably has ever eaten, and starting to get a little sympathy belly because of it. I wish some of the nutrients from what he is eating would somehow get into the baby.
It also looks like he won't be here when the baby is born. Or even for the entire last trimester. The baby will be at least 7 months old by the time he meets him or her. That sucks really bad. I don't know what I'm gonna do without him. There is still a chance he will be able to get out of it, however minor. He was sposto get out in August, (he thought October) but now the bastards are extending him through the deployment.
Tomorrow is my first actual ObGyn visit and another ultrasound. I really hope we can see a heart flutter at least. This baby has to make it.
Oh, and for those of you that don't know. Gus no longer lives here. The little shit is probably the naughtiest dog I have ever had. The last straw was when Chris CAUGHT him pissing on the wall and when he went to punish him Gus tried to bite him. I'm not having my baby crawl around in dog piss and risk getting bitten. He lives with his aunt now and is a perfect little angel. Little shit. I am so tired of the stink of piss in my house. I told Chris we have to get a shampooer this weekend. He soaked one whole half of the house.
Well, that's it for now. I'm so tired, it's way to early to be up, but I couldn't sleep and a voice in my head kept telling me to get up and eat something. So I had some crackers.
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