Monday, August 29, 2011

10 Things Reasons I'm Thankful for MM

Last night I had a dream that MM died. I woke up in a total panic..disbelieving, yet not. I rolled over and snuggled with him for an hour before he had to leave for work. And I made sure to get out of bed and hug and kiss him before he took off (normally I just grunt and roll over when he kisses me goodbye). I was reminded how thankful I am to have him.

Not that this is the first time I've thought so in the last couple months. To be honest, MM is pretty great. Though I'm sure I didn't need to tell all of you that. Still, in the course of every day life, I sometimes take for granted how amazing he is. Or I let the small annoyances overshadow the greatness. Today I'm going to take a minute to remind myself how amazing MM is.

10 Things Reasons I'm Thankful for MM

1. He's a big guy. This means I can wear his t-shirts and boxers to bed even though I'm approximately the size of  a baby whale. This is important because I tried on the Rat Bastard's clothes when I was about 6 months pregnant with Little Man - you know, to make myself feel better about how big I was - and couldn't even get them up over my thighs. I'm still traumatized.

2. He puts lotion on my legs and feet now that it's uncomfortable for me to do it myself. He might grumble about it - or flat out bitch - but he does it every day.

3. He shaves my legs, even though it freaks him out a little..ok, a lot. It's a good man that will shave his wife's legs when she's too big to do it herself.

4. He's an amazing father. You'll note I didn't say step-father or soon-to-be father. Because he doesn't act like one. He's a dad, a true one, to both TG and LM. I know he's going to be just as amazing with Princess Bowie. Even if he will occassionally over-share and/or make inapprorioate jokes.

5. He's promised to cook and clean after I have the baby. This might not seem like a big deal, but for MM it is. He doesn't cook or clean. Ever. But he's taking 6 weeks off after her birth and his plan is to..well, I guess to become me. I'm sure I'll have lots of interesting stories when the times comes, but in this case it really is the thought that counts.

6. He tells me he loves me, even when his friends are around. And when he's at work. I wouldn't mind if he didn't tell me every time we hung up when he was at work, because I know the guys can be merciless in their teasing. But he says it, always.

7. He'll do the dishes - if I ask him to - even when he's tried. Yesterday we helped my sister move. MM worked late the night before then got up early to help. He was pretty exhausted when all was said and done. But he still did the dishes before he went to bed (at 6pm..snicker).

8. He tells me I'm beautiful. I'm pretty sure he's lying, but hearing it is always nice.

9. He makes me laugh. Sometimes at him, sometimes with him, but there's never a dull moment around here.

10. He's mine. I don't mean that like I own him. I don't. He's committed himself to me. Full stop. He's still his own man, with friends and interests away from me. But at the end of the day, he's mine. Is there anything more amazing than that?

MM isn't perfect. But he is perfect for me.

Remind me to reference this post the next time he makes a joke about how pudgy I am, will you?

Monday, August 08, 2011

Princess Bowie

This is the theme we picked out
Remember how I told you MM was a little bummed about us having a girl instead of a boy? Well, I understated that a little. He was really upset. The day we found out he said "I'm not one of those guys who just wants a healthy baby. I want a healthy baby boy!". Poor MM. I should probably be bothered by this. I'm not. It just makes me laugh. Like I said before, I know MM will love this little girl.

Anyway, since then I think he's come to accept that he's having a girl. A couple weeks ago we went to Babies-R-Us to do our gift registry. I made the mistake of giving MM the scanner gun. We got through the first half of the store no problem. But when we got to the bedding section..well MM went a little crazy. Every time I said "this one is cute" MM scanned it. And all the matching accessories. Receiving blankets, mobiles, wall hangings, light-switch covers..the works. We ended up with 5 or 6 of these. A friend asked us later if we'd chosen 1 bedding set..I had no idea what she meant until I went online and looked at our registry. Holy crap.

Pink Camo for MM's princess
Something else I noticed? It looked like a bottle of Pepto had exploded all over our registry. Everything was pink. Pink clothes, pink bottles, pink blankets, pink pink pink pink pink. Apparently MM went crazy with more than just the bedding. I vaguely recall going to the bathroom at one point...I guess I shouldn't have left him alone.  The best part? We'd decided to go with a green and brown theme, rather than a pink one. MM must have forgot...

A few days later MM was messing around online and snickering over something. After I bugged him for a bit he showed me what it was...a pink camo bedding set from Cabela's. Pink camo. I said "Are you trying to turn her into some kind of princess? Pink is a princess color."

He said, "There's never been a princess like she's going to be. They're going to model a new Disney princess after her. They're going to call her Bowie, like the knife." A Disney princess named Bowie? Who wears pink camo and...does what, exactly? Frightens all the boys with her superior knife skills? He's such a freak.

Although... I joke, but I've totally been thinking of her as Princess Bowie ever since. So is MM really the freak, or am I?

Monday, August 01, 2011

What's In a Name?

I'm...surprised...by the number of people who have an opinion about the name of our baby. We really struggled to come up with a boy name we could agree on, but we agreed on a name for a girl almost right away. When we announced the name at our Sex Party everyone had an opinion. Mostly unfavorable. The thing is, the name we chose was one that honored both sides of our family, but that we both really liked. As a matter of fact, it was the name I'd chosen for TG before she was born. In the end I chose to name her something else. But I always liked this other name.

As it turns out, no one else did. People - mostly members of MM's family - went on and on about how they didn't care for it and didn't think we should name our kid that. Then they went to the trouble of thinking up new names for us to name our child. Yes, our child. But apparently we shouldn't name it what we want....

At first I was kind of amused. I mean..the fact that people were so willing to tell us how wrong for us that name was. As time went on I became less amused. Weeks after our party I was still getting emails and phone calls about how the name we chose just wasn't right. Weeks. Don't these people have lives?

Shortly after our party, MM and I discussed it and decided to go with something else. Not because of what his family was saying, but just because we had another name we liked better. We're firmly settled on that now. When we told his family they expressed great relief, going on and on about how the original name just plain sucked.

Excuse me?

If I want to name my kid Peter Pan or Methuselah, that would be no one's business but mine and MM's. We're back to that whole "our child" thing. Ours. Not theirs. Not yours. Ours. Mine and his.

I'm not saying people can't offer an opinion. I don't mind if others disagree with me. When I named TG I heard a lot about how I shouldn't have named her what I did. This seems so much different to me, though. Is it because the name we chose is a family name for MM? Did they think they could be more vocal about it because of that? I don't know. All I know is if I hear one more word about how glad they are that I went with a different name, or how horrible the original name was, I'm going to scream.

What's in a name? Apparently a lot.

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