Things around here have been better than ever... save for a little tiff Tony and I had yesterday. The house has been immaculate, the kids have been awesome (with the exception of a few Aidan outbursts) and my body challenge has been going better than I expected that it would (and in a short amount of time). So, all in all no complaints.
I stopped blogging on here for a while for a lot of reasons...
1. I didn't have access to the Internet, other than my phone and honestly, who wants to try and write whole blogs from their phone?
2. I've been super busy being SuperMom, so that leaves little leisure time for things like this.
3. I have been working on my fitness like crazy, and 6am comes very early, so all of my "alone time" I used to take after the kids went to bed, I now spend sleeping lol.
4. There hasn't really been much baby stuff to speak of. Well, until now...
I started the bodybuilding.com body transformation challenge on January 17th... that was exactly one month ago. I only did it because I thought it would occupy my mind where babies were concerned and it did... for the most part. Lately though, it started coming back up and I was tired of it personally. The baby talk has been a total rollercoaster for me and as much as I thought about it, I generally kept it to myself. It would come up occasionally, sure, but for the most part it would pop into my head and I would push it right back out and refocus. However, on a long drive to a cheerleading competition, the only thing Tony and I could really do was talk and the baby subject was brought up again.
In case you missed it, the last time we discussed babies, it was adoption... period. We are set to take foster parent classes in April and then we were going to move forward when a baby came available who was more than likely not going to be placed back with his or her birth parents.
I'm not going to lie, I know that Tony has always been a little put off by adoption, not because he doesn't want to have an adopted child (he would scoop up half the kids in the world if he could) his problem lies more with the involvement of the birth parents... which I get. So, I always knew that adoption was more "my thing" and like just about anything else, if I want something he's going to try to go out of his way to give it to me. That's not news to me. I know that he loves me more than just about anything, and he just wants me to be happy. But he forgets that I want the same things for him. So I told him on our very long drive that I had made "the decision" and that decision was... he was going to have to make the decision. I said that I was going to totally drop the baby subject and when he was ready to talk about it in terms of reality that I would be there.
I think that the pregnancy conversations started less than a week later, lol.
So in 7 1/2 weeks, when my body challenge is over, we're going to figure everything out. No point in dwelling on it until then. Can't say what's going to happen... but it's nice to come back on here and vent about it again.
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