A breakthru....maybe?

Ok, so up til last night, hubby hasn't wanted me to tell anyone about the baby. He is totally freaked out that there's something wrong with it because of the things he was exposed to overseas and the various meds he's on now. I've talked to the doctor's office and they told me that what happens with the daddy usually has no bearing on the health of the fetus. So, less than 1% chance anything being wrong with the baby is what they said. I told him that and he still insisted we not tell anyone.

I didn't listen. I told mom, who told dad. I also told a few friends at work and my sister. Hubby had only told one person, a friend he works with, and almost refused to talk to me about anything concerning the baby. Long story short, his best friend lives in Arizona, and he hadn't told him yet, which was kind of an insult to me. Well, last night, he finally told him. We call him Uncle Ben cuz he's been part of our "family" since Isaiah was just a little over a year old. He was there when Noah was born too. Uncle Ben is one of those people that once you're friends, it automatic family. Ben is totally excited, although I'm not sure if he's told his wife, Stacy, yet or not. I can't wait til they move back to this area so we can see them more.

So, this is a break thru, right? I mean, if hubby is telling people, then that means he accepting the idea of another child. I'm kinda hopeful now that he will lighten up a bit and be happy about this baby. I know he's not resentful, just terribly worried. So, I'm feeling a bit better about his view of the pregnancy.

On another note, hubby finally got a taste of the dog from hell and her attitude problem. He came home from work this morning (he works nights), and let her out to potty. Since she had broken the tie out cable, she was staying in the garage. Well, he let her out and she took off. He spent an hour and a half looking for her, and then found her out back with Butter. He was ready to just shoot her and get it over with. Call me hateful, but it was all I could do to not laugh. Serves him right for giving me shit about not being able to catch her.

So, the stupid demon dog is now tied out on a cable rated for 250lb dogs, with a 2 foot stake in the ground that has a swivel on it. If she gets loose again, then I say "good riddance". Damn dog.

Back to the baby thing. I suppose I have to tell grandma today. I mean, my clothes don't fit, so I have to start wearing my maternity stuff. And, as much as I would like to entertain the idea, even at 75 years old, she won't mistake maternity clothes for regular. So, I must bite the bullet. And then I'll probably have to piss and moan and threaten to make sure she keeps her bloody mouth shut. See, grandma, as sweet as she can be, is a gossip hound. She can't keep her mouth shut! If she knows something about one of us, she tells the entire friggin' family. So, I must somehow squash that urge in her before it becomes a problem. Wish me luck. It's like trying to keep the titanic from sinking.

One more thing, then I'll be done for now. I feel so dang bitchy. I mean, I feel like I'm constantly yelling at the boys, or snapping at hubby or grandma. I swear this baby is a girl. My pregnancy symptoms are so few, 'cept that urge to rip someone's head off and shit down their throat. That symptom is alive and well. Do you suppose I'll feel nicer after the first trimester? I mean, it's gotta be the estrogen, right? Cuz we all know that estrogen is technical for "bitch".