Under Construction

I am painstakingly trying to do some things to this blog and in the process I have lost a few things here and there and the words have gotten bigger or smaller, I'm not sure. Whatever I do changes something and I am not savvy enough to completely keep track. At any rate, I am determined to make it the way I want it to be, even if it takes a while. Please keep reading and checking in, but if you see random stuff go missing don't panic. I will find it again :-) I am going to try to blog and reconstruct the blog at the same time, but I can't make any promises.

As for an update on us, we are BORING these days. Myself in particular. I am deep in researching and agonizing over what I am going to do after this baby is born in terms of work. I have to work, but the idea of daycare makes me want to pull my hair out. All of my feelings are purely selfish. I'm sure daycare is totally fine, but I am also sure I will not be totally fine leaving my kid at one. I want to be the one to see everything he/she does. I want to be the one that shows him/her everything. I do not want a stranger spending more of the day with my child than I do. I know the baby would not remember me not being with it day in and day out. Again, the point is that I am feeling very selfish about. SO, that's what I'm up to. Oh yea and I am also already pretty certain he/she will be something along the lines of a kung fu fighter, gymnast, or soccer player. This little pickle NEVER stops moving.

Seth is going to start coaching a high school rugby team again which he seems very excited about. If I were to guess I would say he staying out of my radar when he can. I haven't really gotten emotional as in crying, but my irritability level has increased. While that may sound tame, my irritability level is already higher than it should be to begin with. The good thing is, Seth is very good at taking what comes and not making me feel guilty for it even though I know I am being a maniac. Maybe if you comment and ask him questions he will put in his two cents about the world of being married to a woman who is 6 months pregnant.

In regards to our dogs, they are basically the same. Molly gets better at commands and Woody has no freaking clue what's going on. We have been simply trying to teach him to sit and I seriously feel like he lives on another planet. It's doable though because Molly is the one who needs to be commanded most of the time. We did have to buy a special collar for Molly because she had gotten to the point where barking out neighbors was her favorite pasttime. This was occuring so much so that they were yelling at us even though we made her come in every time she made a peep. You have to love nasty neighbors right? So we bought a pricey collar that sprays citronella in her face if she barks. She gets this look on her face of sheer confusion when the spray hits, but the barking has stopped!