Complaining and Bragging

I hope everyone got out and voted today! I took Izzy with me and we did our civic duty proud. GO KERRY!!!! I woke up this morning about 45 minutes before the alarm, with a feeling of excitement like it was Christmas morning and I was 8 again. It took me a minute and then I remembered that today I was casting the most important vote of my life. Tonight is going to be very stressful.

As a matter of fact, last night was too, but for an entirely different reason. Mom made chicken and dumplings for dinner, and they were so good. After I got home, however, I got that old familiar feeling, but it was still just in my stomach. I swear I can measure up my digestive track as to how close I am to actually getting sick. When it's in the crook of my neck/chin, I know to head towards the nearest restroom. But sometimes I can stop it by laying down. Chris gets home from work and I run to lay down for a few minutes. He and Izzy come in and lay down too, and we're all having fun. Izzy ran up and hit his daddy in the head with a toy hammer, so Chris took it away from him. I then took it away from Chris, much to his dismay. He counted to three, but still I clutched it. He came in for the attack and as he grabbed me I threw the hammer across the room. He threw me backwards over the bed, with my head dangling over the side. He started tickling my throat, and I'm screaming and laughing until he finally stops. I sit up and then start coughing from my throat being stretched back so far. I cough and threaten Chris that if I throw up, I'm throwing up right in his lap, then I have the big cough, so I jump up to run to the bathroom.

Chris says, "I don't care if you do throw up, I gave you ample warning." Isn't that terrible??? I smack him in the back of his head, and he then smacks me back and I race to the bathroom and become violently ill. When I come back out, he and Izzy are sitting eating the chicken and dumplings that mom sent to him. "What are doing eating my dinner?!" I yell at him. He says, "This is not your dinner. Your mom sent it to me." I said, "It's mine now since you just made me lose mine." I didn't really want it though - just wanted him to feel a LITTLE guilty. But did I get an apology? NO. Instead, he says, "I think you made yourself cough that hard so that you'd have to throw up." ISN'T THAT THE MOST RETARDED THING A HUSBAND COULD EVER SAY TO HIS PREGNANT WIFE????

You know, Chris can be a good guy sometimes. Most of the time, in fact. But when he decides to be a jerk, he reaches unparalleled heights of jerkdom. Here's a little background for you: in the last six weeks, I've lost 15 pounds due to my constant nausea & throwing-up, so the doctor is concerned about this baby. I have to go back about every week and a half until the weight loss stops. The doc did an ultrasound, and the baby looks fine so far, but it's very unhealthy for any pregnant woman to lose so much weight, so quickly. And my ignorant husband thinks I've still not had my share of puking, so just to prove a point to him, I'm going to force myself to puke some more. Truly, isn't that just a man for you?

Besides all that, we were just playing, and I know it just didn't cross his mind that tickling the throat of a pregnant woman on the verge of throwing up just wasn't a good idea. I don't hold the fact that he made me throw up, against him. But would it have killed him to say, "Honey, I'm so sorry that I just made you throw up!" I would have said, "It's okay, babe - we were just playing." But Chris is completely incapable of ever admitting wrongdoing. It's such a weak character trait, and the one thing about him that I truly hate.

Anyhow, Izzy did the cutest thing last night too. He ran up to me and hugged me, and as he walked away, I said, "I love you!" He turned around and said to me, "I love you." Isn't that awesome??? Of course, it sounded like, "I oh ooo," but it made my heart burst just the same. I said, "Oh my God! I love you too!! Say it again: I love you, I love you, I love you." But it didn't work. Instead he just smiled at me, said, "Bye-bye!" and ran down the hall to his daddy. He is such a suga booga.

My sister is suffering from a terrible sinus infection, and at mom's last night, she was sitting with a towel on her forehead, with her head leaned back and her eyes shut. Izzy kept looking at her very concerned, getting our attention and pointing to her. The expression on his face was so precious. He kept climbing up on her so he could kiss her and make her feel better. Then he patted the towel on her forehead. It amazes me that such a little kid can feel such concern when someone doesn't feel good. In fact, when I was getting sick one night, I was standing in front of the toilet, leaning on the seat with outstretched arms. Izzy ran up and watched for a second, then wrapped his arms around one of my arms and gave me a big hug. I sure do love that boy.