My Husband Rocks
Dear Darling Husband,
You took me for a long drive outside of the city on Sunday. We spent hours looking at houses and neighbourhoods and schools — and cows!
It was so much fun to talk about which areas we liked, and the kind of things we want our dream house to have.
Right now, we are City Mice — well, Suburb Mice, to be exact. I can’t wait until we can be Country Mice, and live the life we’re dreaming about.
Love, your wife
xoxo
Mommy wants a drink-poo?
I don’t really drink.
I add “really” because it’s true that I do drink, occassionally. Once every couple of months, during get-togethers with friends, I will have a couple of drinks to get a “giddy fun buzz.” That is the extent of my drinking — it’s for a purpose, you might say.
It’s not because I am “against” drinking. I just hate beer … and wine … and hard liquor, unless it’s in a half-ounce dose, mixed with club soda. I don’t like the taste of any of it, and I don’t like the feeling of losing control. That combination pretty much equals me not drinking.
This is sometimes hard, because I am constantly defending myself. Fighting preggo rumours. Feeling pressure to drink when I just want a freaking Diet Coke. I don’t care if you’re drinking a martini, I feel like saying, so why can’t I just drink this?
Because of all of this, I have never been one of those people who bemoaned not drinking for nine-plus months. It won’t really be any different than usual.
But I came across an article yesterday that suggests that mommies … um … like to hit the bottle? Seriously. It said that even moms who didn’t really drink much before they had kids were having a few drinks every single night. As soon as their baby can take a bottle, they are “pumping and dumping” so they can have a drink.
Does this mean I am destined to be a boozer? Ah, I don’t think so. But it is interesting that having kids could … and would … drive some women to drink. The article went on to say that they drank to “blur the edges,” and have some fun besides laundry and carpooling.
I don’t think this is the case for everyone, of course. The moms who turn to mucho alcohol-o probably loved to party and drink before having kids, so it’s natural that they turn back to their old “vice.”
As for me, I think a baby screaming for hours would definitely drive me to potato chips. They don’t come in a pretty cocktail glass, but hey — a vice is a vice.
Ticker talk
Big design changes here at Laptops to Lullabies. Or very minor changes that are only noticeable to me? Yeah, maybe it’s that.
The biggest news is that I took down our how-long-until-we-can-try ticker:
… and replaced it with this when-is-the-best-time-to-try
ticker:
Yup, it’s offical. With Best Friend’s wedding just over a week away, we officially are in the “safe zone.” There will be no altar-puking. There will be no dress-not-fitting drama. I will be feeling and looking great on her big day, so I can relax and enjoy it, which is a huge relief.
We were originally planning on trying on her actual wedding night, but a whole lot of boring cycle-business means the best time to try in July is mid-week — just few days before the wedding. So we are going to try then, for a couple of reasons …
A) I’m impatient
B) It’s unlikely that it will happen on the first try
C) Even if it worked, I will not be puking or bulging three days after conception. I won’t even be able to take a test until the end of the month.
D) I want to conceive in July, August or September (if humanly possible) so I’m not nine months preggo in the summer heat
So yup, a week from now is when the big TTC journey begins! Darling Husband Some people thought it was not necessary to announce my cycle to the entire blogosphere, but as I explained (very patiently) to him …
– You get the cute TTC ticker
– Then you get the preggo ticker
– Then you get the baby birthday ticker
– And then the kid birthday ticker
– And so on, and so on …
I know tickers are dumb, but there is something very adorable to me about how it keeps track of time for me. It’s like a modern convenience — who am I to not accept a free ticker, really?
The aftermath …
My mind was on overdrive yesterday — as you could probably tell by my quarter-life-crisis post.
I’ve had some questions about what it all meant, so here goes:
- I have no plans to quit my job. I have, however, accepted that I need something more creative.
- I am more certain than ever than I
wantneed to be a writer. - I am still 100% determined to publish my novel, and am going to continue pitching it — there are still three queries out there.
- I realize I need to keep my current full-time job in the meantime. Until the day that writing can be my full-time job, I am going to be mega-strict about getting up early to get in a couple of hours of writing before work.
- I am going to throw myself into my next novel — outline is finished, few chapters are done.
- I am going to keep going strong with freelance opportunities, because they give me a chance to write professionally.
- I am not going to lose sight of my goal of being a published novelist.
- I am going to be grateful for my job, and do everything I can to enjoy aspects of it more
Whew! What a list of affirmations, huh?
Believe it or not, I’m feeling much better than yesterday. I got up early this morning to write, and it felt tiring great knowing that I’m doing something to help me reach my goal. If I can do 1,000 words or more every morning, it will add up quickly.
Because I’m certainly not going to get published by doing nothing but cranking out budgets and schedules, right? Nobody would buy that book!
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