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Got mad at the hubbs this morning, like three times in almost as many minutes... I guess he was trying to be nice and let me sleep in, but managed to do everything in his power to keep the baby upset and whining, which kept me up. Brought her in to "wake me up" and when I ask if the baby was the one emitting the shit smell he told me it was probably my breath, when he had some foul morning breath himself. And the baby had in fact managed to fart right in my face. So I got up and go to pack the easter basket for my little sister to find that he had eaten all of her favorite candies and when I yelled at him for it he said "you said only some of it was going in her basket". What I had actually said was "This is the candy for her basket, not all of it is going to fit so there will be some leftover when I pack it". So I spent several minutes ranting via text message to said little sister while he logged into warcraft and acted like nothing happened. My sister's opinion was for me to kick him, and I'm sad that I really wanted to agree with her...

So...

We've got baby number two on the way. Just number two, we went in to have them counted and unless one is a super ninja, there was only one in there. Excited about having the next kid, relived that after this kid there will be no more, and a little stressed that kid number one shows no signs of being ready to potty train yet. Absolutely dismayed at the idea of having to change a two year old and a newborn at the same time... Already a little curious how Kid #1 is going to handle me breastfeeding Kid#2, since #1 REALLY did not want to wean... Hopefully all goes well and #1 understands that she's different that #2 and that the reason #2 breastfeeds is because she can't eat food the way #1 does... Hopefully. Also hoping that Kid#1 suddenly decides she's ready to potty train in the next 8 months...

Kid#1 has been driving me nuts with her terrible two-ing... refusing to go to bed when she's supposed to, throwing tantrums when I tell her no about something, I swear I'm gonna tape the kid to a wall for an hour... She put herself in time out today, that was a laugh. She wasn't even in trouble at the time, but started crying and put herself in the corner. I never figured out why she thought she was in trouble either... It's okay, it's just a phase, she'll grow out of it... or I'll sell her to the circus, one or the other. :D

A little apprehensive about the birth of Kid#2, my doctor said that as long as the doctor that delivered Kid#1 cut my uterus a certain direction (#1 was a c-section) then he'd be willing to let me try to naturally birth Kid#2, but since I fully intend to not have another kid after this he said it really made no difference, since the only real major risks of having multiple c-sections was that the placenta could grow into your scarring, which would be bad... but he also pointed out that if I CAN deliver naturally, it's a faster recovery and WAAAAAYYYY cheaper than paying for another c-section... Which is also nice. So yeah, on the fence on that one...

Anyway, tired now, going to stare vacantly at a chat room for another few minutes and then call it a night. Maybe I'll actually get some decent sleep tonight, but I'm not getting my hopes up.