This is just silly.

I woke up angry at Amr this moring at 4 am, because I had a dream he was lining up another wife, right in front of me. In the dream he was talking on the phone, to my friend Diane from my old job. He was talking to her about her daughter, and would not get off the phone to say goodbye to me. I was leaving our house (not our house, you know how dreams go like that.) He was on the phone, I asked him to get off the phone, and he shook his head no and gave me the Egyptian hand gesture for "wait" (which is to pinch your four fingers and thumb together, to where they point to the sky, and shake it a couple times) I asked him, "Are you talking to a woman?" He straight just said "Yes." I asked him who, he looked at me, all indignant, and said "Diane" I whipped out my phone and tried to call her, (as she is on my contacts list) however, I could not key her name in.(you know like when you try to scream, nothing comes out, run and it is like you are underwater?) It was a dream I made myself wake up from, because i was getting PISSED. Here I am at 0440 feeling hostile inside for something that never happened.
Hmmph. Who knew?

Get out your Dramamine, Phenergan or Zofran if you will-

Because this post will make you nauseous.
This morning I woke up to flowers, an expensive and wonderful smelling candle, and a card for no reason at all. Which is Reason #531 Why I love my husband so much.He is really great and thoughtful.. He signed the card from the kids and himself. So sweet. I am a lucky, lucky, lucky girl.
I love you honey.

Sane/Insane

What is it exactly that makes a woman decide to have another child? When I was pregnant, I was pretty miserable for most of it. I kept waiting for that pregnant woman "glow" I don't think that it happened; at least I didn't see it. I woke up in the morning went to work in the afternoon to wait tables and inevitably, barf. Out of no where. My favorite foods, nauseating. My feet, swollen. My desire to sleep on my stomach and not being able to. There was just no comfortable way to sleep. I had the genetic screening done as part of the normal prenatal workup and was told that I had a 1 in 97 chance of having a child with Downs Syndrome, but not to let that affect my outlook on the pregnancy or allow it to make me nervous. Thankfully, my son Ayman was born healthy, with all fingers and toes. He had to stay in the hospital for three days afterward because my water was broken for longer than 24 hours (I had decided that I absolutely had to find out who Melana would choose on Average Joes season finale, and ignored my water breaking at 8:30 in the evening. In my defense, it wasn't A LOT of water, and since I had been pretty much incontinent since 6 weeks prior I gave myself the benefit of the doubt.), but other than that he was great. Thanks god or ilhamdullilah as Muslims say. At first it was very hard to be a mom, my husband helped a lot, but he was more clueless than I was. When the baby was 5 weeks old we traveled to Egypt to intro duce the baby and I to my husbands family. Did I mention my little angel was completely psychotic the entire time we were there? (4 weeks!) Luckily, a few days after we got back his attitude started adjusting and he is a happy little guy, with a pleasant disposition and he just started crawling. In short (but not really short) he is now keeping me on my toes. The last 18 months have been hard.
So why do I want to have another now? I mean NOW. I want to be pregnant yesterday. I must be insane. What makes me think that I can take care of two infants, change two sets of diapers, breastfeed again, and get to know another little person? Am I nuts? Where do you find the love for two babies? I mean, I know we have it. It is just hard to imagine loving anyone more than the little guy who rests his head on my chest when he is tired, or grunts so loud you can hear him from across the house when he is about to load his diaper.
Here I am though, ready and rarin' to go. Of course my husband looooves making the baby. I don't mind it much myself either. I am excited at the prospect. I have a feeling that I am going to remember A LOT of things that I forgot I didn't like about the whole process. I think that is called pregnancy amnesia. (and if it isn't it needs to be.) So wish me luck, because I think I am going to be a mom again soon.