I absolutely love my babies. I know if you’re reading this you’re like, ok and your point? Ha I don’t really have a point. I just love them. Even on the weekends which is my main time to spend with them. Jordan misses me during the weeknights and is super clingy and melodramatic on the weekends with me. But I love them and I love their smiles and I love that all I have to do is sing a song for Jordan and then Brianna chimes in and we make up songs all the time.
I’ve experienced a bit of I guess I would call it food poisoning. It’s really strange. At my job we have a few vendors that come to offer lunch for us to buy. The vendors are like chic fil a, subway, and domino’s. Subway comes on Wednesday and Friday. I would get Subway just bc of convenience. I’ve never really been a fan of their subs, I prefer Jersey Mikes anyday but hey it’s here, it’s cheap, it’s food. So because I work a later shift, I’m not always able to catch Subway while they’re there. My lunch is usually in the 3 o’clock time frame. And Subway will leave as early as 1:30. So what me and a few co-workers will do, is whoever has the earlier break goes and gets the subs for the others who want it. So last Friday I had an early lunch so I got me, White Chocolate and Latoya a sub. ( code names of course! only names I disclose in my blogs are mine and my kids, everyone else has code names, if u know these people u know who they are but that’s how I do) So later on that evening about an hour and a half before time to go, me and Latoya ( we sit next to each other) started having the BG’s (bubble guts if you didn’t already know) something fierce. I check in with WC (white chocolate) and Latoya the next morning and ask do they feel ok. We are all on the same page with the fact that for lack of a better term, we’re shitty. lol Ok so most of the weekend was like this for me. I figured ok, no more subway for me, I don’t know if something was left out too long or what, but it only takes me one time to have a bad stomach after eating something to make me not want it anymore. Let’s fast forward to Sunday night. I don’t usually eat fast food regularly, but we were hungry late Sunday so the hubby went to get us Wendy’s. I had a jr bacon cheeseburger, small fry and 2 of those new spicy nuggets. Went to bed feeling okay. Woke up around 5am I think bc I was hot and I was feeling really queasy. Tried my hardest to go back to sleep, woke up again a little before 7am, made a run for the bathroom and threw up I think everything that I ate all weekend! I couldn’t stop. I figured that I would feel better after that and I was fine to go to work. Unfortunately I was wrong, I went to work, stayed about an hour and some change, and was like, no can’t do it, MUST.GO.HOME.NOW!!! Go to work yesterday after a day of healing and pepto and feeling better. Latoya went to Urgent Care on Monday and had a doctor’s note to come back today, and then yesterday was back in the hospital. Her’s was quite severe, they say it’s food poisioning. WC hasn’t had a problem. And I had the shits w no giggles and the rare puking.
So that brings me to the point (took me a while, I know) everybody’s first question to me is…ARE YOU PREGNANT?? And my reply…HELL NO!!! NO MORE OF THAT!!! lol I love my babies more than anything. Even with all the extra stress, extra expense, lack of sleep, all that I go thru being a mom of two children, I wouldn’t trade it for anything in this world. They truly are my everything. They are the reason I go to work and the reason I’m saving my money, because I want to provide the best that I possibly can for them. That being said, I don’t want anymore!!! I’ve blogged about this in the past, it’s just not an option for us. Our family is complete, there’s only room for a pet. I’ll admit, that thought did cross thru my mind also. But it was quickly dismissed. When I’m pregnant, I have one day of morning sickness, it lasts all day, but it’s only one day. And in both pregnancies, that day has occurred right at the 6 week mark, and I have many other symptoms before that. So no I’m not pregnant. I’m in love with my beautiful babies that I already have.
One of the things that triggered this blog is when I dropped the kids off at daycare today, a new mom was showing off her little baby boy, he couldn’t have been more than 6 weeks old. Everybody was oohing and awwing, and I didn’t have that “I want to experience that again” kind of feeling. Instead I had the “good luck to ya, glad it’s not me” kind of feeling. Which tells me that I’m really fine with my decision that I’m done with the baby making phase of my life. Yes everynow and then my mind wanders to what if? I still have the baby swing and infant car seats in our shed. I should donate them or sell them. I don’t know why I’m holding on to them. Matter fact, I know exactly what I’m going to do with them. Our neighbor from our old apartment is expecting their first child. So I’ll see if they would like some of the stuff. As for me, and my uterus, we are closed for business! lol