Tag - Puppy

Baby on the Way!

After 2.5 years of trying, my husband and I finally have a baby on the way!

I will be 18 weeks tomorrow and realized that I haven’t written a blog post about this yet, so here it is! We’ve announced on social media already, so you may already have known before this post.

This was our social media announcement:

Baby on the way

My pup is so cute and going to make a wonderful big sister!

The pregnancy is going well thus far. Aside from feeling like crap during the first trimester. And now that the sluggishness of the first trimester has passed, I am back to writing! I actually started posting Tree of Eternity on Wattpad, so make sure to check it out 🙂

We will find out the gender in about a week and a half, so stay tuned on my various social media accounts for that update. I am so so so excited!

Yay, baby! <3

Forget Diamonds – Dogs are a Girl’s Best Friend

Why is it that dogs are man’s best friend, but diamonds are a girl’s best friend. Foolishness. I don’t want a diamond at all!

Day 4 of the A to Z challenge is, of course, about dogs! (Click here for the full list of topics)

Before I was born, my parents got a puppy that they named Woosha. He was a little white fluff ball and I grew up with him. I don’t remember much about him as a youngster, but I do remember quite a lot about him once he was an elderly dog. He loved to chase bugs and eat them. What a freak! He was a great dog, even when he was grumpy. When he was in his last years, Woosha’s ears and eyes were failing him. He had difficulty getting around and would pee in the house all the time. I remember when my mom decided to put Woosha down. I think my dad was at sea (he was in the Navy) and my mom went to the vet alone and came back with Woosha wrapped in a towel. It was extremely upsetting and it took us all a while to move on and get another dog.

We briefly had a dog named Rebel, but he was a big dog and my family quickly realized that we were/are not big dog people. After about a week we gave Rebel back to his old family. It was sad to see him go.

After our short time with Rebel, we got another white poof ball that my mom named Mocha. She is amazingly smart and super playful. Whenever we kick the soccer ball around, she is right there wanting to play. Even now that she is old and has a limp, she still wants to chase after the ball and push it around. One of the hardest things about not living with my parents anymore is that I don’t see Mocha everyday. She is amazing. I have so many memories with her and I plan to make so many more.

Mocha and Sam

A while after we got Mocha, my grandma came to live with us and she brought with her a pomeranian named Sam. Sam is a little prince. Or maybe king. He can be a huge grump but then other times he is a playful, prancing goofball. When my grandma moved out into a home, Sam stayed at my parents. He gets so excited when my grandma comes over to visit. It’s the cutest thing ever!

Isla

Last summer, my husband and I finally decided it was time to get a dog. We started searching around and found a breeder a couple hours away and decided to go check out the little pups they had. We ended up adopting Isla right then and there. We couldn’t take her home for another week though (longest week of my life!) until she had had her first shots and had been with her mother long enough. Isla is the cutest little pup ever. She is half Chihuahua and half Miniature Australian Sheppard. She has helped Matt and I greatly. She helped me feel more motivated to get up in the morning and to get through depression and she has helped Matt get off of anxiety medication.

Dogs are amazing creatures, and they are definitely a girl’s best friend!

Arguments and Resolutions

Explosion

I contemplated writing this post and then talked myself out of it, then back in to it, and then out of it once again. So I’ve just decided to write it and then I will decide whether to post it or not after the fact.

Today I had another argument with my husband. Now, let me state for the record that he is usually very supportive and, not only that, but excited about my writing and my dream of making a career out of writing novels. But today it all became too much. And this isn’t the first time this has happened. Many times over the past 10 months, since I quit my job and dropped out of school to focus on my writing, we have had this conversation; this argument. I’m sure some other writers experience this as well.

The fact is, when I started this full-time writing journey, we decided that it wouldn’t really be full-time. It would be my responsibility to keep the house clean and usable, and to put dinner on the table (or TV tray :P). That would be my priority since my husband would be the only one working (and by working, I mean bringing in the dough). I think this is fair. We can’t really afford for me to not be working (for money), so this is a good compromise for me to have the opportunity that I have. We also got a puppy in July, so she takes up quite a bit of my time as well.

Now, my writing is going well. I may have nothing really to show for it yet, but I feel like I am working toward my goal, and my husband agrees. I have about seven started manuscripts but I have yet to finish a first draft. I have tried editing as I go and I have tried locking away my inner-editor. I have tried project hopping and I have tried focusing on one thing at a time. I have discovered a lot about myself as a writer — about how and when I write best and about what motivates me and what does the opposite. But in the end, I have nothing to show for it. I have nothing published. I don’t even have a first draft completed. And I can’t even keep up on the chores.

I go in spurts. The apartment will be clean and up kept for, let’s say, a month, and then it will fall apart and become a disaster and I’ll become depressed and unmotivated and I mentally won’t be able to clean and I’ll fall behind on my writing and my husband will be irritated that I am not holding up my end of the bargain. (Holy run on sentence Batman!) But then I will slowly pick myself back up and get this place cleaned up and get back into my writing and my mood will improve and my husband’s mood will improve and we will have another month of good times.

The last couple of weeks haven’t been good. The kitchen counters are stacked with dirty dishes, the floors need to be vacuumed, every surface is cluttered, and the bathrooms need a good scrub. I haven’t written much for the past week. And to top it all off, my arm has been hurting like hell and I’ve had to start popping Ibuprofen and wearing a wrist brace.

Today, it all blew up.

I was doing the dishes and my husband was starting to make lunch when he made an irritated remark about the state of the kitchen. I retorted with the fact that I was doing the best I can… And well, it escalated from there. Next thing I knew, it was 6pm and we had argued most of the day away.

In the end, nothing is really going to change. I’ll keep trying and he’ll keep working and we will make it work. But I think that we both feel better now that we have let out the truth of how each of us have felt over the past 10 months. It may not have changed anything physically, but mentally today has made a world of difference.

Now, I am going to let this Ibuprofen kick in and then I’m going to get in the kitchen and scrub some pots and pans. And once that’s over with, maybe I’ll actually finish one of those first drafts. 😛

 

***UPDATE***

My husband wrote a blog post a couple days ago that touches on this subject and broadens the scope of what we have been dealing with this past year of writing mayhem. Please check it out!

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