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20 March 2006 @ 08:02 am
Well that was more excitement than I needed. Apparently a police officer was shot around 3am this morning at a gas station on the fringe of my daycare provider's neighborhood. The guy got away, but was contained in her neighborhood, and the cops waited until daylight to search for him. So every street to her house is blocked off and there are police cars, swat team people, tracking dogs, etc. everywhere. I did finally manage to find a way to her house to drop Devon off, with some trepidation about doing so. After all, there is an armed fugitive running amok in the neighborhood. But the daycare provider was standing at her door, waiting to let me in, and told me she's keeping all the doors and windows locked, a phone in hand, and watching for anything unusual, ready to call the police at the slightest oddity. So I've left my poor baby in the midst of a war zone. *nervous*

Hawaii was on for about two days, and now it's off again. *sigh* I have to say I'm not really surprised. Hubby's ever so good at getting my hopes up about something, then "thinking better" of it and telling me it's a no-go. In any event, in this case it's for a good reason. We've decided to have another baby. I'm gonna wait until the fall to start trying, for purely selfish reasons -- the "annual" extended Galliver family ski trip, which has not taken place in five years, is planned for around the holidays. I want to be able to ski, darn it. So I'm hoping to only be a month or two along by December, so I can enjoy the trip too. But this all means that we've not got any extra money to spend celebrating our anniversary with a U2 concert in Hawaii. *sigh* On the bright side, by the time they tour again my babies should be old enough that I can go to more far-flung shows, and hopefully by then Mark will have his practice established so that we actually have a bit of extra money to play with.

He's talking 'bout going back to school, though. I'm not pleased. I mean, I'm all for getting an education, even if it's not a marketable degree. But he wants to get a very expensive degree in military history, which is completely unmarketable, and he wants to do it this year. Hello.... we have no money right now as it is. How are we to pay $38,000 for an unusable degree???? What happened to him getting his law firm well established so that we can have a reasonably comfortable lifestyle, or at least so that we can start saving money instead of dipping into our tiny pool of savings every month? Grrrrr....
Current Mood: nervousnervous
Current Music: *helicopters over head, probably part of the search team*
Megsthemegs on March 20th, 2006 02:14 pm (UTC)
Honey, if I'm completely honest, I think it's insensitive for him to want you to get pregnant again at all. With everything you went through with Devon, it's a very big deal, and I'm not saying you shouldn't, but the fact that he's pressuring you this way makes me want to kick his balls through his esophogus. Sorry. Factoring in that he's telling you that you can't afford to go see U2 but you can afford to let him get a degree -- any degree let alone one that's not useful -- when you've been on a tight budget is ridiculous. Nevermind that you just started a new job and what a pregnancy and new baby would mean for that. If he's serious about having another child, he needs to be supportive of you, and that means waiting on the degree. My opinion.
guggiqguggiq on March 20th, 2006 02:18 pm (UTC)
*clings* Thank you. I agree completely. I'm soooo frustrated with him right now. I don't feel like I was really given a choice in this whole having another baby thing. I'm happy with things as they are and would like to be allowed to help decide IF we want to have another baby, not be told WHEN we will have another. Babies are soooooo much work. I love being a Mam, but darn it I think I might well be happy having just Devon. But I'm not sure that's an option any more. *sigh* Kick away, love, kick away.
Megsthemegs on March 20th, 2006 02:22 pm (UTC)
Of course this conversation is so much funnier when you accidentally reply with your muse. Poor Guggi. That Larry is such a brute.

You need to talk. You do have a say in this, and he's not being fair. It's like three or four giant conversations that need to be had and he's steamrolling you in all of them. What does your doctor say about this, by the way? My mom had C-sections and she was told to wait two years before getting pregnant again. (Granted, that was 25 years ago, but she didn't have the complications you did.) Devon's not even a year old.
nosferatuvoice: Larry/Oh Shitnosferatuvoice on March 20th, 2006 02:27 pm (UTC)
Oops!!!! Poor Gugs.

My doctor, when I got out of the hospital from having Devon, stopped me in the hallway to ask when I wanted to start thinking about the next one, so I suspect she doesn't think a wait of any sort is necessary.

I agree about the talking bit. Need to make him sit down and listen, I think. This is rediculous. I'm not a doormat, though it might appear I am, not at all. But this time he's just not listening. Nothing I say is changing his mind. *so frustrated*
Megsthemegs on March 20th, 2006 02:30 pm (UTC)
I know you're not a doormat. That's why I'm surprised.
Megsthemegs on March 20th, 2006 02:57 pm (UTC)
I'm sorry for being so nosy. *hugs protectively*
nosferatuvoice: hug/bono edgenosferatuvoice on March 20th, 2006 03:15 pm (UTC)
Oh, sweetie... you're not nosy. You care about me, s'all. *clings gratefully*