Good Enough

Hello.

I’m back.

I had a lovely vacation with the family last week. We went down to the OC and stayed with family. We took a couple of days for Disneyland. It was really nice. The weather was perfect, the beach was empty. And we survived both 19 hour car trips.

Other than that I’m growing more pregnant by the minute so my brain is still not very sharp. Friends and family assure me my facilities will return eventually.

So I’m actually multi-tasking at the moment. I’m on the phone with my Group that I chose to have the baby with. I don’t really love my Doctor so I’m negotiating a switch. It’s kind of an uncomfortable situation because I don’t mind trying someone else in the Group, I just don’t really like my Doctor…Why do I feel weird having high expectations when this woman will be birthing my possibly last child? I don’t know. I’m one of those people that never likes to bother the waiter, never complains about bad service, (although there was that one night I was trying to get the 7th Harry Potter book and Safeway closed early on me.) But I guess a Doctor should be different.

I’ve heard excellent things about midwives, but people, I’m just too far along to bend that way. Three children born the same way in the same situations, it helps a girl know what to expect.

So I finished my phone call. The staff was very accommodating and sweet which made me all the more embarrassed to be a hassle. But tomorrow I will meet with the new Doc. She’s older, wiser, and apparently always running late because she’s a good listener. Sounds more up my alley.

Wish me luck that I don’t run into the old one while I’m there. Talk about awkward! 

This house is trying my patience.

The front door won’t shut.

It’s now duct taped closed and I will have to go out the garage.

I feel really safe and secure with duct tape holding it closed. Nobody’s going to get through that barricade.

Those who know me personally have heard me sigh about my 2 1/2 year old. Bubba.

How many mom’s have to say to their two year old “No throwing benches at your brother!”

Yes Bubba is the one I fear I may fail as a mother.

He has many charming qualities. A dimple that will take him far in life. Beautiful blue eyes, dark long lashes, dark hair.

He’s going to be tall, like his Uncle. And strong.

I’ve never seen a child start hitting at such an early age. I remember it started when he was 8 months old. And when he noticed his hitting me didn’t have any ill-effects, he would occasionally try to bite me.

Oh Bubba.

How one child can cause such turmoil in a family is amazing.

If he’s not terrorizing the dog he will move on to big sister, and then to whoever else may be nearby. He even takes on his big brother…who is 6, and very large. But like I said, he’ll pick up a bench to inflict pain.

The other two children tolerate most of his antics fairly well. Buster is sometimes amused, mostly annoyed. Missy tries to play nice with him but he always sends her screaming into my arms. I’ve had to teach her a few defense moves…but she doesn’t use them enough to intimidate him.

Mostly I’m tired. It’s hard to force a very strong 2 1/2year old into time out.

I think he’s too smart. He can smell weakness. It’s going to be interesting when I’m trying to nurse the new baby.