First, I want to say my proud Momma moments that I have not told you all. Jaden is officially rolling! While he has been able to "flop" from belly to back for a while now (The first time he did it solo he was 5 weeks old) he is now rolling from his back to belly! OhMyGoodness! My little JadenMonster is growing up too fast. Now that he has figured out how to actually roll, he's doing it from belly to back. Not only that, but he tries to sit up...without help. He gets mad because he gets his head about 4 inches off the ground and then he just rolls. Then he screams...because what can you do with half your body turned one way and the other half turned the other?
Too. Damn. Grown.
Not only that...he now likes to "yell" at you, or his toys, or his hands, or his cuddle...He just likes to yell. And he has this look of utter concentration on his face. Sort of: "I'm going to get you. I can't tell you what I'm going to do, or how I'm going to do it. But it will happen and you will suffer."
Only my child, let me tell ya.
Now that's out of the way:
Greg's Grandma is still on life support. Which breaks a lot of hearts. Most of her grandchildren said their goodbyes before the feeding tube was inserted because no one wanted to see her like that. On the day before Christmas Eve she involuntarily opened her eyes. Well...some family members took that there was still a shred of life still within her. The brain scan confirmed that there is no change. She is 90% brain dead. The only thing is "living" is her heart...and they don't know if that's just from the medicine they are pumping through her veins or if it's really her.
Supposedly though, later on this week the children are going to pull the plug. The reasons for keeping her "alive" this long are for selfish, disgusting, horrible reasons. I won't mention them, but it's pretty messed up. But what do I know...I'm just the soon to be added family member.
That's right: Greg and I are planning on finally getting married. I still haven't told my family. I'm waiting to tell them for two things: Income tax and our venue availability. I don't want hear anyone say "Ohhhh it should be up here" or "Why are you getting married in York?". I'm looking into a few different places but I'm probably going to have my wedding in York. Why? (I'll admit, it's pretty selfish) No one (besides my lovely Jenn and Ben) come down here to visit. Sure, my dad stopped down when Jaden was a week old to drop off some money. And yes, my Mom came to visit when I had my miscarriage. However...all the holidays and visits have been at "home". It's not fair to Greg and I to drive an hour or so to our own wedding. Nope, not going to happen. No one is paying for this "wedding" but him and I. And what we say goes.
And that's for all aspects of the wedding. While I will accept opinions and "this is how you do it" from educated people (read: Jenn), I won't be walked all over from uneducated people (read: my mother). She tried to take control over Boo's delivery. She's not going to control my wedding. Hell, she's one of the reasons why we didn't just go to the JP and elope. ("I've waited 24 years to see you get married, I'll be hurt if I don't get to see your wedding." *blows raspberry*)
My wedding. My rules. My ideas.
Yes, I am a bridezilla. I've made peace with it. But the reasons for my controlling persona is for noble reasons. I'm tired of being told what to do and how to do it. I'm a grown woman and mother. I take care of at least 3 people on a daily baisis. And I look good while doing it. *smug face*
Jaden is stirring. My eyelids are falling. So that means...
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee
1 comment:
you are NOT a bridezilla, just because you want to make the decisions in your own wedding! And I can't agree more: if no one comes to see you, at least once or twice, they don't have a say in where you get married.
At this point, I think its just a matter of checking all your options. And of course, I'm here to help you with absolutely anything: phone calls, venting sessions, you name it. Love you!
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