Tuesday, April 19, 2011

Beerpong is SO Undergrad!

So, I have had this rant saved up for the time to type it out. This is my blog and I can rant if I want to! (Not in the "It's my party and I'll cry if I want to" sort of way.)

As you all know, Reggie is about to graduate in May with his Masters and move on to pursue his PhD. I am so proud of him for his accomplishments in music. It is cocktail of talent, hard work, lots of practice, and mostly dedication. I am SO attracted to him for it! I'm not a college graduate. But, I can guarantee I partied on campus with the best of them back in the day! (Yeah...I'm almost 30)

The college kids annoy me. Not all of them...just most. There might be a handful of kids he goes to school with that I can actually have a conversation with and not want to shake their bobble heads until they "Get it".

Life is SO much more than being stressed out about that 20 page paper, or "OMG what AM I going to wear to that keg party Friday night?!" There is a HUGE world out there. A working world. If you have been in school from 5 to 30 years old, have never had to work a day in your life because you A.) Owe $200,000.00 in student loans. Or, B.) Live off of Mommy and Daddy...the rude awakening (also known as "life") WILL kick your ass and hand it to you.

Forgive me if we don't have anything in common. Forgive me if I choose to be an adult with responsibilities, a husband, and baby. There is a reason for growing up. It's because life doesn't care if your teachers like you.(I don't really care if YOU like ME!) Life doesn't care if you have more money than that other kid. Life WILL go on...with or without you. Live it!

Monday, April 18, 2011

1st Experience...Not So Great.

So...3 weeks ago, I gave birth to a combination of my husband and myself. It begins like this:

Monday March 28th-My first day of Maternity Leave from work! I went to the Doctor at 10am. She tells me I am dilated to 1cm and she guesses I will go into labor by Friday. WRONG, WOMAN! WRONG!!!!
I get home. My contractions were strong. By 6pm...my water breaks.

Reggie had a "gut feeling" to come home early from school and be with me. Good thing he is amazing and knew I was being nonchalant about it when it was serious.

He rushes me to UCLA, where I not only WORK, but was delivering this kid. (Don't judge me...it was convenient.) The first thing that goes "wrong" is, the first IV blew. I had fluid pumping under the skin and not the vein. So, they stuck the other arm. okay.

Time for an epidural. LAWD HAVE MERCY ON MY SPINE!!!!! (Ooooh...I cant feel anything below the waist. I love you. I love all of you.)
Something is amiss. I can feel my right side. KILL ME....I CAN FEEL MY RIGHT SIDE!

4 hours of pushing, with HALF of an epidural, little man decides he doesn't want to make a debut. Great.

Tuesday March 29th: Dr. Obvious comes in and asks me if I'd like to have a C-Section. Uh....DUH!!!! After feeling like the girl having her lower extremities eaten on the movie Jaws, and being tossed around on the table, by 10:06am, Preston was here. I was able to kiss his cheek before they rushed my non-crying baby to NICU.

Still able to semi-feel my right side, they put my guts back in. I am assuming just anywhere in there. I wonder if these people have ever played the game Operation? If so...THEY ALL LOST! I was asked a question by the anesthesiologist. I told him I was sleeping and didn't hear his question. He laughed...I think.

Guys, appreciate the mother of your children. Also, tell your OWN mom how much you appreciate her. Just sayin'