R.I.P. boy shorts, welcome granny panties
I have been forced to retire my beloved boy short underwear only to welcome the beginning of the age of granny panties. Gah! While my lovely pre-pregnancy underwear still fit, they now have a tendency to roll down due to the budding belly I now call a stomach. I hate wearing briefs, but I see their need in the upcoming months. Since I'll soon be trading in my period free living for the days of needing heavy duty pads and/or diapers, I see no reason to wear pretty little undies. Especially since I seemed to have lost all desire for sexual activity lately. Surprisingly though, granny panties or not, Jason still finds me attractive as I run around in my tshirt and underwear ready for bed. I still wonder if he needs his eyes checked.
I have went from a raving hormonal bitch to a hormonal emotional one. It irritates me. I've never been one of those women who cries at the smallest thing or sees the reason to say "Do you know how much I adore you?" every single day. I'm not one to see a little baby and break out in tears. I don't cry because I have one hair out of place or because I look fat in an outfit.....until now. I've turned into the chick of the relationship...something I'm not used to dealing with. A little back story on my relationship with Jason: He's the sensitive one. I'm the "I don't give a shit" one. A lot of our friends used to state that I was the dick and he was the chick. This worked out, as we complimented each other. Now...the roles have been reversed. During the pregnancy, he hasn't known how to deal with the mood swings and has definately had his douchebag moments...and I'm now the whiney little sentimental one who cares about everyone and everything. Oh how I long to be normal again. According to the doctor I'll be entering into the third trimester on Wednesday at 26.3wks. The whole system for gestational age in this country is messed up, not to mention highly inaccurate...but what do I know? I haven't been to med school.
Anyway, Malachi has officially been diagnosed ADD and the psychiatrist is considering medication therapy since behavioral therapy just isn't working. This saddens me. I hate drugs that will potentially change my precious Malachi into a walking talking zombie, but they assure me that this will not happen once a proper dosage is figured out. I'm not sure what medication they are considering, but they've said it only lasts 8hrs and will greatly help him in school. Don't get me wrong, his grades are far from poor...he's a brilliant child, however, he's having a great deal of a problem with attention in the classroom. Too much stimulation and too many distractions. I have no problem with him at home, in doing his homework or anything else for that matter...but school is another issue. If he didn't enjoy going to school so much, I'd think homeschooling would be a good alternative...but at the same time I'm not sure if anyone in the families could handle that either. *shrug*
I have went from a raving hormonal bitch to a hormonal emotional one. It irritates me. I've never been one of those women who cries at the smallest thing or sees the reason to say "Do you know how much I adore you?" every single day. I'm not one to see a little baby and break out in tears. I don't cry because I have one hair out of place or because I look fat in an outfit.....until now. I've turned into the chick of the relationship...something I'm not used to dealing with. A little back story on my relationship with Jason: He's the sensitive one. I'm the "I don't give a shit" one. A lot of our friends used to state that I was the dick and he was the chick. This worked out, as we complimented each other. Now...the roles have been reversed. During the pregnancy, he hasn't known how to deal with the mood swings and has definately had his douchebag moments...and I'm now the whiney little sentimental one who cares about everyone and everything. Oh how I long to be normal again. According to the doctor I'll be entering into the third trimester on Wednesday at 26.3wks. The whole system for gestational age in this country is messed up, not to mention highly inaccurate...but what do I know? I haven't been to med school.
Anyway, Malachi has officially been diagnosed ADD and the psychiatrist is considering medication therapy since behavioral therapy just isn't working. This saddens me. I hate drugs that will potentially change my precious Malachi into a walking talking zombie, but they assure me that this will not happen once a proper dosage is figured out. I'm not sure what medication they are considering, but they've said it only lasts 8hrs and will greatly help him in school. Don't get me wrong, his grades are far from poor...he's a brilliant child, however, he's having a great deal of a problem with attention in the classroom. Too much stimulation and too many distractions. I have no problem with him at home, in doing his homework or anything else for that matter...but school is another issue. If he didn't enjoy going to school so much, I'd think homeschooling would be a good alternative...but at the same time I'm not sure if anyone in the families could handle that either. *shrug*