My wife is definitely changing. She is still beautiful as the weeks before but she looks different. Recently, she has complained numerous times that she cannot fit her pants. The shirts are stretching but that's not really the issue, yet. When I come home from work or an errand she has the button undone and the fly is as far as it can go.
I think we both had enough. She needs better clothes.
Before we get into clothes, I don’t like a lot of B.S. when it comes to working. I’m used to going in doing 7:00am thru 3:30pm every Monday thru Friday. In construction, it is totally different. When other teams half-ass, you may be staying at home more than the weekend. I am pretty fed up knowing I have a baby on the way and I cannot work to take care of Baby Williams.
I have thought of applying to another job in my old field but my resume is scattered too much for any employer to trust. I have to bite the bullet and take the damage. My foreman is giving me mixed signals telling me at the last minute, “Oh, I forgot to tell you we’re not working (fill in the blank).” I’m tired of the run-around and really tired of all the lying this industry does. I’m stuck.
Since I was off, again, this week and I figured I use the time to get things done. It didn’t happen. My body took advantage and slept most of the week. There goes that.
By Thursday we had a busy schedule. First, she had some busy interviews while I took my ring in for repair. We met back at the house for lunch followed by a doctor’s appointment.
The doctor visit was a little different. This time we actually meet the doctor. She, the doctor, introduced herself and I got to hear the baby’s heart. I just closed my eyes and smiled. I really fought back the tears because I felt one of those good cries coming on. A cry that once you start people start looking like, “It’s gonna be ok, dude, calm down.” The visit kind of sucked overall because she came into say “Hi, bye.” Before she left I did get to ask her the general guy question: “Is it ok to have sex?”
OK, there were complications as I stated last week that would prevent us from intercourse. It’s not like we’re porn stars in this house but I wanted to ask just in case. She gave us the ok and told us the week before our 1st year anniversary we are going to find out the sex of the baby. (stay tuned in June)
We left to doctor to visit a local consignment shop in the area for baby things.
For men and women who are unaware of what a consignment shop is…….it’s basically the Goodwill of baby things.
Man did we find some good things in there. I started to pay $8 for a pair of baby Air Jordan’s in perfect condition. From baby books to children books, strollers and rockers to nursing stations the store had items that I would be proud buying them knowing I saved 85%.
My wife found some maternity shirts and skirt and drove to Target and discovered they have the smallest selection. Plus, every item was over $25 so of course we were going back to the consignment shop.
Friday was another busy day for my wife. She had an appointment early in the morning and I accompanied her to St. Louis Bread Co. (Panera) to meet a realtor. His name is Rick, and he makes buying a house seem simple enough to make sure his clients get what he wants. Some might think he sounds like smoke. I have to believe otherwise.
Well, he owns a small business, he didn’t show up to meet us in a three-piece suit. He came in jeans and V-neck casual shirt. He explained his credentials but that wasn’t his selling point. His goal is the get your home at the lowest price. He doesn’t care if the price of a home is 159,000 because he wants you to have it at 110,000 without closing cost to you.
He sounded so genuine because he was sick of the model, the standard of agents these days. They aren’t interested in who you are, their interest is what you can give them and not what they give you. Most big businesses are like that and we found it out quickly when looking for venues in our wedding. People today are interested in throwing their name at you and not their product.
The rest of the meeting went fine after he was confident to tell us the seller could pay the rest of our lease so we can move within a couple of months instead of the fall. We parted ways to return back to the consignment shop to retrieve some jeans that were needed three weeks ago.
Some might call this week the beginning of the second trimester. I call it life as I know it. I know I am concerned about money and how things might be in the near future. But moments in life like the sound of you baby’s heart beat or the sound of your wife exhaling from the extra space in the pants make me relax to look into the next week and face it like three kids in Narnia.
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