Well. As some of you may or may not know, Greg's older brother-Billy- was released from jail on Monday. And although it's a very jouous occassion, it seems like all the boys in Greg's family has reverted to age 2. And unfortunately, Greg isn't immune to this growing epidemic. It's a problem, but I know it's going to eventually going to calm down. (At least, that's what I tell myself.) I realize that everyone is just happy that he is out and that as long as he doesn't mess up in the next five years, he'll have a clean record. However, I'm not enjoying all of this childish behavior.
Last night, I almost came to blows with Greg's other brother (and perhaps the biggest child of them all) Shawn. He always has something smart to say. I wasn't in the best of moods yesterday and he just pushed all my buttons. Greg actually had to get in between us at the resturant (last night was wing night). I wasn't happy with his stupid little comments or the fact that he acts like such a child. Of course, all the "boys" fed off of his immature behavior.
By the end of the night (when we got home) everyone (including Kevin and Josh-Greg's nephews) were covered in flour. And although Greg didn't start it, he didn't stay out of it either. Ughhhhhhhhh. I really wish that I didn't have to babysit my 29 year old fiancee.
Not only is Greg's family getting on my nerves...but also my family too. Apparently last week my mom and my grandpa got into it over a real non-exsistant issue. They aren't talking, and I'm sorry...it shouldn't have gotten to the point where it was. I'm sure no one is innocent in the whole matter. It all seems so silly.
Before Shawn and I got into our little spat, I recieve a call from my grandma. She told me that she didn't get me a mattress. Which, shouldn't be such a big deal. She went on to tell me that she got me something that I would get more use out of. I told her not to tell me, because I still want to be mostly suprised with my gifts at the shower. Through my entire meal I tried to figure out what she could have gotten me. After dinner, my mom calls and informs me that she got me a pack-n-play. *Sigh*. I already have THREE pack-n-plays. I'm very grateful that she got me something very nice. Although, at the same time I'm saying to myself: "She already knew I had one. And now I'm going to have to buy a mattress." (An expense that could have been avoided a long time ago. When they were on sale. A week after she promised to get us one.)
Maybe I'm just being overly dramatic. Maybe my hormones are getting to me. Maybe I should just let it go. And Lord knows I'm trying not to get all "uppity" lately. Just seems like things aren't going as smoothly as it once seemed like it was.
I just cannot fathom that time is going so fast. My shower is less than two weeks away. My due date is 75 days away. And although August 30th seems like a lifetime away...it's coming up quick! (Side note rant...my mother had the gull to tell me that I should either go early or have Boo on the weekend because if not, the kids will be in school. Well Golly Gee...if I go into labor on a Wednesday I guess I'll keep my legs closed. Sorry, but she's had three kids, she knows that you cannot calculate when the baby comes.)
*Ahem.* I guess I should just let things go. Maybe I'm more of a control freak than what I thought I was.
Here's a few pictures from the past few weeks. Notice the ever expanding belly.
28 weeks. I forgot to take a pic at 27 weeks...oops!
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
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