Single Momma Life

Being a single mom rocks. Seriously! I get to live my life on my own schedule; there's no one I need to check in with, no one I need to wait for and no one that is waiting for me. I eat what/when I want, work when I want, and go about life doing whatever works for Juliette and I. We live in the moment and I have come to enjoy it.

However...there are a few small things that are a bit more complicated when you are a single parent. Here are some of them:

• When I yell out, "garbage is full!" no one appears to take it out.
• I have gone to the bathroom with a baby on my lap. Numerous times.
• A quick milk run in the early morning or the late evening is not quick at all. It is "load-up-the-baby-and-then-unload-the-baby" slow.
• Not only have I killed spiders, but I've done so only silently-screaming in my head so as to not scare the baby I am holding
• I complain about the bills but no one is listening
• When I am around other people, I hear that I hold my baby too much. (This is enough for an entire blog post on its own which you may see someday. Soon. Depending on how many more people piss me off). What they don't understand is that when I need to do ANYthing at home, I am not holding her nor is anyone else. She is "down" when I need to do everything YOU do while your husband holds your baby.
• When you need a hug, you have to annoy your baby. Again.

Other than that, it rocks :)

Off to do the bills (during which I will complain even though no one is listening).

Love,

Momeo and Juliette

XOXO

[EDIT: When a single momma gets a pounding headache, baby doesn't know and doesn't sleep in later and doesn't have more patience either... had to add that to my list after last night!]

In Utero Halloween

So Baby and I survived his/her first hurricane together! I wish I could say “gracefully” but that might be a lie, or at least a slight stretching of the truth. When the power goes out, I partially lose my mind. I don’t know what it is – I get anxious immediately, I feel depressed and I just want to crawl out of my skin. Thankfully, Gram-Gram and Button (my parents next door) have a generator and their entire first floor was flooded with light, and even television, for the first night. Refuge! I slept there and survived. As of last night, around 6 pm, all of our power (and cable! and internet!) has been restored. I have been thanking the Storm Gods (and LIPA our electric company, of course)! Seriously, we are very lucky and I am extremely grateful – thousands of people have been left with much larger, more serious problems, and my thoughts are with them.

And…today marks Baby’s first in-utero Halloween and 27 weeks. I’m going as a sane pregnant lady, which is different for me. I am going to try to be calm and rational today for the first time in awhile. We’ll see if I can pull that off ;) No promises.

Got another baby-related bill in the mail today – a $375 deductible for a level 2 sonogram. I needed to have that full anatomy scan done because my twin sister’s second son, Adam – my godson, was born with a cleft lip and palate. Because it might be genetic, they wanted to screen my baby for which I was grateful. Good news, no cleft! Bad news, $375 deductible. I’m almost up to my $1000 limit – I will hit that around December 31^st, with my luck, just in time for it to re-set for my delivery! I have already explained to F that it is going to cost me $1000 to deliver at the hospital and he said he would “split it with me” but I haven’t yet asked him for any other money. It’s sort of awkward, right? A conversation I never dreamed of having as a little girl: “So, I have spent a lot of money on the baby even though I haven’t had it yet. Deductibles, co-pays, vitamins, etc…Do you think you can contribute?” See? There is no good way of saying that. I can’t be upset with him if I don’t tell him – I think he honestly doesn’t realize how much this pregnancy has affected my life and my bank account already! Between getting the house ready, buying different clothes and food for me, medical costs, etc… it really has made an impact. But it’s just not an easy conversation to bring up, especially when we have been seeing each other about once a week. At the most. So…maybe next week. Maybe the third trimester will come with some courage. As for today, back to work and then some trick-or-treating with my nephews: two ninjas and a Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle (yes, they are back!).

91 days to go!!!