Posted by: Lexie on: July 5, 2009
Well, I’ve been away from all technology for 4 days, not even a phone. Campity, camp camp. But more on that in a minute. Recently I made a joke with Big N that since I ended up having to tell his mother and his ex-wife what was going on, he should have to tell my father and my sister. I wasn’t totally serious, but he said he would and I was just sort of dying to know how that would go down in a sit back with the popcorn way. And also, because my family can be no holds barred brutal, and it seemed a worthy punishment for him to get the first blows.
So while I was incognito, he went and emailed my sister and followed up with a phone call. I didn’t know this till I got back today. So, how did he approach this? In his usual, glossed over, shiny way. Here is the email he sent:
Hello [sister],
we have not met as of yet, but Lisa has told me many good things about you, wonder what she has told you about me. As you know by now, Lisa and I were supposed to get married this past week. However, we did have some unexpected changes. Some were unplanned and some were caused by me.
As you may know I have two kids from before and I have developed a strong connection with both Aaron and Naim and I also love and care for your sister very much. So we had been planning to have Lisa and Aaron and Naim move up here to Canada and we had also talked about having a child together. Well,… This child decided to come along sooner then either Lisa or I thought was possible or likely is maybe more correct.
The short version of the story is that Lisa is pregnant with our baby, this has changed things in regard to earning expectations of the Canadian government to let me sponsor them as well as it has placed a great deal of stress on both Lisa and me. We are working to find a way where this will work for all of us, apart, together or somewhere in between.
I wanted you to just know what is going on with your sister, she is a very special woman and if it would be OK with you I would like to give you a call over the weekend. If you like I can call you either Saturday or Sunday at a time of your choice. Also, please feel free to call me at [number].
Take care and I do hope to meet you in person some time.
N
So that’s how it all happened! We just OOPS! had a baby sooner than we expected and baby and baby alone just OOPS! screwed up our immigration plans. Now, he screws up right off the bat by saying I said many good things about her and my sister’s bullshit detector will know that this is a glossy, shiny statement and will have her questioning everything else. (I’m sure I’ve said some good things about her, but MANY would be stretching it.) Anyway, the part that entertains me the most is the part about how we talked about having a child together and it came along sooner than expected. Our conversations were like this.
Me: I’m having a lot of difficulty with BC pills, and I don’t want to be on them forever or spend all my time/energy/money looking for the perfect birth control method. I’m 38 and we both have 4 kids between us, so what do you think about getting a vasectomy at some point soon?
N: Yeah, I can do that if that is what you want. But I have to admit that I’d love to have a baby with you. I’ve checked, it wouldn’t affect immigration or anything. (He told me this MULTIPLE TIMES, about immigration, I mean.)
Me: Well, I don’t know. I’ve very mixed feelings about having another baby (much elaboration about risks to my health and added work, but also how it would be nice to have a baby and experience just one instead of twins and yet, I’m old and practically infertile anyway and I don’t want to do ART and risk multiples again so if I start thinking about it and wanting it too much, it will drive me nuts.) So let’s just table this topic until after we are married and the move, etc. I’ll stay on BCP and you can wait on the vasectomy and we will talk again later.
N: Okay, deal. But a baby that you and I made sure would be smart/great/fabulous/cute…
Me: ok, but just for now, ixnay on the abybay, okay?
N: OK.
So, I guess they talked for about a half an hour, in which my sister asked a bunch of questions about immigration and parental leave and stuff. And then, and N was quite amused by this, she sort of went off on homeschooling, in an “Are you honestly going to let her homeschool your child?” kind of way. N, being his socialist self, was not on the homeschooling bandwagon at all when I first started talking about homeschooling the twins years ago. But after much debate with me and actually reading things I gave him to read about actual research and stuff, he is a total convert. He still says it is up to me and he wouldn’t protest if I put the kids in PS, but he really likes the idea as does D (who was always on board with it.) So, but that is typically my sister and my whole family actually, they get a bug up their ass about some arbitrary thing almost entirely unrelated to a given situation and they fixate on that as the big issue.
Anyway, my kneejerk reaction when I first read the email and heard the phone call run down was to immediately call up my sister and be all, “uh-uh. that’s not the way it went down! I was on BC pills and he said immigration would work anyway and he screwed up with child support and his other two kids and then he dumped me via email with no explanation and now he is sometimes great and sometimes being a big wuss and so this is something we are dealing with but IT IS SO NOT MY FAULT!!! I did NOT MAKE SUCH A STUPID DECISION as his email implies I did.”
But a minute later I was just like, eh? who cares really. It isn’t going to matter what I say. They are going to bitch at me either way and why waste the energy caring what they think? I’m tired. I’m going to go take a nap. I haven’t heard from her anyway, so whatever.
Moving on…camping. Camping was fun and a hell of a lot of work. I’m glad I did it, it was an accomplishment, but I’m glad its over. The kids had a lot of fun swimming, playing in the sand, hiking, campfire-ing, squaredancing (ha!), hanging out with other kids and adults, etc. It was a feel-good church campy thing with families from my church. One thing that is very hard for me is just simply keeping track of what is going on. Any time someone gathers the group together for announcements or a group activity of any type, I don’t hear about 95% of what is going on. So, I’m constantly lost, I’m incredibly bored out of my mind sitting there for forever pretending to listen, and monitor the kids who are also bored. The kids like to join in to the group activities, but they can’t quite get how to follow directions on their own and they constantly ask me questions and I just have to tell them that I don’t know. I don’t know what game they are playing or how to play it. I don’t know what she is talking about. I don’t know the words to these songs and I can’t hear them anyway. I can’t see what they are holding up, I can’t see the pictures, I can’t see where she is pointing for everyone to go. I’m just drifting along. I sometimes ask questions and I encourage the kids to ask questions and get help from others, but I can’t ask about it all, it is just too much. Its like, if you have one particular thing you missed, people don’t mind filling you in, but to just say, repeat everything that was just said for the last 45 minutes, they kind of give you a blank stare. So I have to pick and choose and prioritize where to get help. And I can usually only get help for the most vital things. (Or the things where I’m just standing there in the middle of the group, clueless. When I’m supposed to be over here doing this or something and someone notices.) Perhaps they did great activities that were loads of fun, I don’t know. I was just bored out of my ever loving mind.
But Little N, especially likes to join in for group things and people were really great about helping him and both the kids actually. It is not only my hearing/vision but the fact that I have two and there is just me that makes it hard. I think people get that more than anything. The meals were all buffet style and I had three plates to juggle and helping people would magically appear. They get that they are holding plates for the kids, but they don’t get that I don’t even know what the food is, where the forks are, when it is my turn to grab food, whatever. Once there was stuff for BLT sandwiches and I took the tongs and grabbed bacon for A. This woman exclaimed, “Do you really want him to eat THAT much bacon!!!???” And I have to say, I can’t tell how much bacon I’m giving him. Its not easy to feel quantity through tongs. I’m just lucky to get the bacon on the plate, no? They don’t think about those things. It isn’t like I expect them to, it is just hard to have people not understand you all the time. And then I can never talk to them easily at meals because it is just too loud. People come sit by me and try to talk to me and I can’t do it. I try, but one sentence takes 10 minutes to decipher and so they usually give up.
It is lonely sometimes. Being a single mom at these things as well as not hearing/seeing. People are all around you and they are very nice and you would like to talk to them. It is almost within your grasp, but you can’t quite make the connections. And then I’m constantly having to worry about keeping track of the kids and I really wish I had a partner when I see many of the other families with partners. And I put the kids to bed at 10 and then I have no one to talk to so I just lay in the dark for the next two hours being alone. Part of this was because Big N said he would go with me and I missed him, and D can’t go because the place is completely inaccessible. But I felt like this last year, too. And I think it is just part of single momhood. It is work and it is fun, and you wish you could share both with someone.
But, dispite the work I’m really glad I did it and there was a lot of fun mixed in with the work and it is really good for the kids to do stuff like this. I most enjoyed the sort of unstructured activities like swimming and walking and hanging out with whoever was around in small groups. I did get to socialize a bit with some of the other moms, and the kids got to be with their friends. And the old people are always nice to me and empathize with me a lot because they often can’t hear/can’t walk well or whatever, too and so they always make a point to stop and talk to us even if just for a moment. I’ll leave you with some pictures.

Little N collecting water for his sandcastle (in the sand volleyball court)

Little A collecting his water.

The sand might have been the highlight of the trip for them.

Playing in the very rocky creek. (OUCH! My feet said.)

Hiking in the "forest."

Tire swing surprise in the "forest."

Making goofy faces.

Little N really got into bussing tables in the cafeteria. He cleaned up after everyone.

Flowers growing inside a tree stump?!

All of our favorite time in hot weather, POOL TIME!

After s'mores and campfire. Flashlights help me keep track of them...If they keep track of the flashlights, that is.

Exhausted after a long day of fun.

*I'm loath to post this pic, but a preggo pic was requested.
*Ok, Little N took this pic after we had been swimming on a very hot day and my hair is dried swimming pool hair and..and…well, its a bad picture but I don’t really have any of me. Anyway, this is my preggo self. I’ve always had a bit of a stomach anyway, but this kid is showing RIGHT AWAY!!! After twins, my uterus went blotto expansion with the mere notion of being pregnant again. So everyone figured out I was pregnant, and some know the whole story but some were just like, “Oh! your husband (meaning D) must be thrilled!” And I was just too tired to explain and what do you say anyway? So I was just like, yeah.
Oh, and by the way, in the quiet night hours of camp when I was laying awake feeling lonely? I felt the baby move for the first time! S/he is still in there, hanging in.
Posted by: Lexie on: July 1, 2009
… Canada Day! Wedding Day! 475 Millionth Day More Evidence is Found that Men Are Idiots!
Ah, yes. Today was to be my wedding day. Sob, sob. I should be downtown right now in a beautiful suite by the river overlooking a harbor and city bridges. Flowers, Prime Rib, a Wedding Cake, Family, Pretty party favors and moonstruck chocolate. An ivory wedding dress, nighttime sparklers in honor of Canada Day and Independence Day, Maybe some private sparks after all the guests go home. Relief after a celebration of the joining of families from three nations, two languages, four cultures. The joining of families and bonding of friendships. The start of a future life together and a celebration of a new life we made together.
Instead, I sit here alone in a t-shirt and sweats, yet to bother to take a shower, slightly nauseous and feeling fat with a cantaloupe pressing on my bladder. The kids are still in their underwear, eating popcorn. Afterwords they’ll get a bath and we will do some laundry and prep for our camping trip that starts tomorrow. D is at the pain management clinic, Big N is working today in T.O. My family is still in Kansas, and get this…N’s brother is here. All the way from Sweden. Apparently, he already had tickets when N canceled the wedding and he and his wife decided to come anyway and roam around the west coast and play golf. I invited them to come meet me, and so far I have not heard from them. I think they might have traveled down to Santa Cruz. Would you want to meet some pregnant stranger your brother dumped? Yeah, probably me neither.
I actually wasn’t feeling too bad about all this until last night. N and I have talked several times and had several good conversations. He has been loving, apologetic, accommodating, regretful, sweet and kind. That is…until last night. When we started talking about child support. And he lost his mind.
I always considered myself to have a fairly good understanding of feminist issues growing up. I had a working executive mother who was strong and didn’t take any crap of anybody. She was very second wave feminist, dressing by John Malloy’s Dress for Success bible that basically told women to act exactly like men in order to be taken seriously. Which is what they really had to do at the time. But looking back, I realize that she also did 99% of the child rearing, while my dad did pride himself as being one of the good guys because he did his own laundry and helped with the housework. It was good for its day, but it wasn’t equal. Far from it.
I never really, really understood all of the issues women face in the patriarchy until I had children. Until I went through pregnancy and had to contemplate issues like abortion. Until I gave birth and became aware of all the trumped up mom wars that really don’t exist. Until I saw how moms were both made into Madonna inspired angel figures and villified for not being sexy anymore and wearing “mom jeans.” Until I figured out that everything I do as a mother will be picked apart by someone, but if my children’s fathers lift a damned finger to change a diaper or hold a kid on their lap they are instant heroes. Until I found that I was banned from the workplace due to lack of paid maternity leave and affordable childcare. Until I saw that many fathers “babysit” their children, while mothers actually guide their children into adulthood. Until I saw that fathers see parenting as optional and mothers, by default, are mandated by society to sacrifice themselves for their children.
(Obligatory disclaimer: I know that there are good fathers out there who pull their weight. I have found them to be the exception and not the rule. Also, I know that many mothers love their role as primary caretaker, I am one of them. Doesn’t mean I like that society mandates it. People shrug when a father leaves a family. If a mother leaves her family…she is villified as being evil.)
So, child support. With Big N, there are two branches of this topic. One is the support he needs to work out for his two other children. And the other is the support for this child. The first topic is a sore subject, that since it doesn’t involve me, I try to stay out of…
…except that it does involve me a bit. One of the issues with immigration is that I can’t immigrate until he is out of arrears with regards to child support for his two children, K and R. He could, I expect, settle it very quickly by just paying what he owes. But he is fighting it, and that means that it may take who knows how long for it to be settled. Child support payments differ in each state and providence, but in most all situations there is a formula that is followed. It roughly goes like this:
So, to make this simple…say a father makes $70,000 and a mother makes $30,000. So combined they make $100,000. The contribution to the child’s care would be, say $30,000. After deductions for things like health insurance and other circumstances which is all very complicated, but say the mother has primary custody but the father pays $200 a month in health insurance premiums for the kid. So, his income would go down to $67,600. Then the $30,000 a year in child care costs would be divided proportionally by income. So, since dad makes approximately 2/3 of the total contribution, he would pay 2/3 of the $30,000 a year child contribution. He is to contribute $20,000 a year and she would contribute $10,000. So his payment to the child would be approximately $1467. (20,000 / 12 months – 200 for health insurance premiums.)
Now, this is all an approximation and there are a lot of factors and rules involved that I won’t go into. But what seems to be bothering Big N (and a lot of guys) is that the contribution isn’t equal. First, they don’t account for the fact that they would be contributing this much if they lived together. Second, they don’t account for the fact that physically having to care for the children is a huge detriment to earning income. Third, they don’t account for the fact that this is just the financial contribution that they would be making anyway if married. It does not account for the unpaid additional labor the mother is doing by taking care of the children without a partner. This is only financial contribution, the work of physical custody that the mother does on her own is completely uncompensated for in any way, except by visitations and such. Visitations have little to do with financial support unless the noncustodial parent is taking on a huge share of the financial burden by feeding, clothing, and otherwise caring for the kid for a huge chunk of the child’s life. (Every other weekend and one night a week is factored in, but it doesn’t reduce the support amount by that much. We are talking like a fifty/fifty deal with all shared expenses or something.)
Finally, and most importantly, N and other men seem to think that these issues are between the mother and the father. They are not. They are about the kids. The money is not for the mother. The money belongs to the children. So, and here is another big issue some people seem to have, if the custodial parent gets remarried and the new spouse provides a significant added income to the household that the kids and mother benefit from, it usually isn’t factored in. This seems to piss some men off to no end and I believe it more to be about power and property than really best interest of the kids.
(Disclaimer #2 is that I know that all of these factors can easily be reversed if the father has primary custody and the mother is paying support. This is not a mother bias, just a reflection upon the realities of the fact that it usually is mothers who make less, have the kids, and recieve child support.)
Okay, so N owes K and N $20,000 in back pay and approximately $800 a month. I would like him to just pay them and get going already. He wants to fight it. Why? Because his ex-wife made a verbal deal with him three years ago that she never legally followed through on, which meant that there never was a deal. He doesn’t want to come to Jesus on this. Also, because financially, K and R are fine. His ex remarried, and her and her new husband are securely middle class and live in a very low cost of living area…so the kids don’t NEED the money. Finally, he sees this as being some kind of thing between him and his ex. It isn’t really about that. There is a formula which you plug in numbers and an amount he owes HIS CHILDREN comes out. It is that simple. It is their money. Even if they don’t need it, it could benefit them in a million ways. They could go to a better college, they could travel, they could visit him, they could go to camps and internships, whatever. It is their money. Not the exes, not his. Whatever the new spouse contributes to make it financially easier on the family he should look at as a blessing. The new spouse took on the kids, he contributes to them financially, perhaps relieved stress for their mother and enabled her to be a better parent, this is a gift for them, not an opportunity for him to take advantage of. The whole thing, his attitude, drives me nuts.
I’m not naive enough to think that this can be taken care of tomorrow. There is still a lot of legal mumbo jumbo to get through. I know these things take time. But if he went into it with the attitude of doing right by the kids rather than fighting his ex, it could be solved a lot faster. The longer it goes on with her, the more complicated it makes things for figuring stuff out for our baby.
So there’s that. You still with me? I know it is tedius, but I need to just write out my thoughts.
Okay, moving on to me and this baby. First, I have to thank Alanna for helping to get me started on this by sending me some valuable information and links, and also for giving me a wonderful surprise when I needed it the most. She gave me a $50 gift certificate to a restaurant, and I enjoyed very much using half of it on my birthday to eat greek. So Yeah! Blog readers rock this world.
So, right now, N has been giving me $320 a month since the start of this pregnancy. This happened before he broke up with me when I asked him to help me hire a helper since I have been so sick during this pregnancy and he agreed. So he has been paying for my wonderful, wonderful helper, Kim, who takes the boys for about 4 hours twice a week and also often helps me with housework and laundry. She has literally helped me to stay afloat with the workload and also has given the boys much needed breaks from me when I’ve been sick and down. She has taken the boys places I can’t take them (like u-pick farms that I can’t drive to) and has given them a chance to make friends with her kids which they love. I am extremely appreciative of both Kim, and N for enabling me to do this.
Child support in my state can not be enforced until there is an actual live child, so right now, N is doing this out of the kindness of his heart so to speak. But also, of course there are expenses that come up with the baby even though it is not born yet. I need clothing and diapers and doctor co-pays, and child care for the boys when I am at the doctor and baby gear and what-not. So, I don’t feel all that guilty about his financial help.
But I have told N from the beginning that once the baby is born we would need to get a legal parenting/support plan filed. Using Alanna’s information, I have found that the way I have to do this is to file in my state (which bases everything on the formula mentioned above) and then file a reciprocity agreement with the province of Ontario, which will then agree to enforce the plan on their end. My state is the ruling jurisdiction here because that is where the baby lives. Ontario will then follow whatever my state says.
So, I mentioned last night that I plugged in our financial information to the state’s support calculators just to get a ballpark estimation of what child support would be, cuz you know, I need to plan and stuff. I said that, of course this amount ($500CD/ $400US) is an approximation based on the info I had and my best guess as far as what info to plug in. Of course, we would get with a lawyer and do it all legally and right and with actual W2’s and pay stubbs and all that handy.
And he went all defensive victim ballistic powerplay bullshit on me. It was ridiculous. I guess this is not what his Ontario calculations came to. Well, Ontario doesn’t count health insurance premiums because they don’t have any there. And he also didn’t factor in my kids, which cancel out his kids. (The support each parents give to other non-joint children is factored. Since we both have two non-joint children each, they cancel each other out and are not really a factor in support.) He seemed not to be able to comprehend why MY state’s rules override his province’s rules. “oh, of course it goes by the mother,” he says. No, It goes by where the freakin’ child actually lives. The fact is, I DO have to pay health insurance premiums for this kid so it IS a factor. Because the kid lives HERE.
Then he started being all, “oh, it always is all about money.” Um, excuse me? I never in a million years planned to raise a third child on my own with the father 2000 miles away in a different country. Oh, yea! I get $400 a month to do it! I’m rich! I said I’m only asking for what the law says this child should get. Do you WANT your child to have health care? Do you want your child to have clean diapers and clothing? Do you want your child to have a mom who can take breaks on occassion? This is the simple, simple stuff that this money will help me do. Meanwhile, I will be spending the next year in baby jail taking care of this kid essentially on my own while he sits in a sailboat next summer and talks on his new iPhone.
Yes, he got the new iPhone. This is the guy who a month ago complained that he was having trouble getting from month to month. I swear, between him and D and their toys, Apple is the bain of my existence.
It’s like, their expendable income goes for apple shit and battlestar galactica shit (D is the proud owner of maps of Kobol and the unknown soldier clipped cornered pic and Quorum member ID tags and BSG phone props and stuff. The unknown soldier photo prop alone was over $400.) and going out to eat and what not. Fine. My expendable income? Goes for stuff for the kids. Camping trips for the kids. Books and curriculum for the kids. Classes for the kids. Child care for the kids. Preschool for the kids. Tickets to fun stuff like amusement parks and children’s museums and zoos for the kids. I DON’T EVEN HAVE A CELL PHONE. jeebus fuckin’ christ.
It’s just a complete unawareness and lack of a realization of how much time, energy, money and responsibility goes into raising kids. They kill me because they act like such victims. I think N wanted to just keep paying $320 or whatever we decided and was like, OFFENDED or something that I wanted to abide by the law in this matter. Like that $80 extra he will have to pay might just kill him or make him have to go out to eat two times less a month or something. Gah!. I’m going to set up a separate section of quicken just for this baby and account for every single expense I spend on it or in relation to it. And I have a feeling he should be very, very happy that I won’t be asking for half of THAT amount. And then if I were really mean I would divide my clock hours of care for this kid in half and give myself a salary for THAT.
They have NO FUCKING IDEA what little entitled shits they act like sometimes. I have done everything in my power for both of them to make them feel included and to be accommodating and get along and make it a peaceful place for the family. The least they could do is not act like dumbfucks about it.
N did sort of back off and say something about not seeing the forest through the trees and old habits with ex wife and what not. So, okay. I’m still bending over backwards willing to work with everyone.
But I still filed my “modest means” application for a family lawyer TODAY. If anything at all, that conversation where he tried to convince me that I didn’t need to follow the law and get a court-ordered support document with the aid of a lawyer made me think that I need to go RUNNING to a lawyer, pronto.
So, that is what I spent this day, my un-wedding day, my not to be new country’s birthday, doing. I love this. I tell ya. Love this to pieces.
Posted by: Lexie on: June 22, 2009
I checked one of my summer things off the To Do As If Things Were Normal List. We had the kids’ summer party on Saturday. And after a stressful start (rain, lack of picnic shelter space, and someone destroying almost two dozen cupcakes on my kitchen floor just for the hell of it) things picked up and it was a lot of fun. There were nine kids. One parent brought one of those parachute things and it was a great way to break the ice and get kids from hiding behind their mom’s backs. They ate fruit and cupcakes (provided by the Valiant Grandpa B at the last minute), played bubble stuff, made dino masks, played ball and on the playground together, chalk on cement, everyone did really well and it was fun. I’m glad I put in the stress to do it. I took no pictures, but D did take some movies and one of the other moms has pictures to share, so I’ll try to post those later.
There were funny and awkward moments. Grampa B was a huge help, I didn’t expect him to hang out with us the whole time and he did. He drove me down the block with all the party stuff, got the cupcakes, sat with me while I perseverated about the weather (and commented in his Grandpa B way, “This decision isn’t nearly as hard as when General Eisenhower had to determine whether to land all the allied troops in Normandy in bad weather!” Well, no. No it’s not.) He got extra chairs for people, he took a van load of kids to my house to use the bathroom and he helped clean up. The only issue was that almost everyone at the party either knew I was pregnant and getting or not getting married except him. D is supposed to handle that. So I was just waiting for the beans to spill right in front of him, and as far as I know, they did not.
And oh, yes. How fun it was to trip over my tongue trying to catch everyone up on my situation. Most everyone knew I was supposed to get married next week. Some already knew I was pg and some did not. So it was like this.
“How excited are you to be getting married next week?”
“Oh, well…there has been a change of plans. I’m not getting married.”
(Someone else) “Oh, your not? I’m sorry. I heard you were pregnant and things were going well?”
“They were, I am. We are working on things. I am just taking things a day at a time right now.”
(first person) “So you aren’t getting married, but you are pregnant?”
“That’s right.”
“Um….Congratulations???? Sympathies???? Sorry, what do I do here?”
“Congratulations and Sympathies works for me, thanks.”
(kid) “Mom! Mom! We need more bubble juice!”
(in my head) “oh, Thank GOD!”
Actually everyone was really cool about it. I’m greatly glossing over details for most people, though. I’ve been telling them we are having immigration problems and it is not looking good for it to be worked out.
Meanwhile, another funny conversation. I have not told the guide dog people that I’m pregnant. I’m just too freaked out by their reaction. I really don’t think the pregnancy really affects the guide dog thing at all. There is no reason why I can’t get through the training. Pregnancy is not a sickness, I have no restrictions. Afterwards, I will be active up to the birth, then take about a week off, and then be active after the birth. When the twins were born, I was on bedrest for about a month before, but I still took very short walks because I was newly blinded and I wanted to get my mobility skills up before the babies were born. And I was buggy in the house. My walks were literally around D’s apartment building or around the parking lot, but I walked daily. After a week in the hospital, I walked daily when I got home. It was one of the things that helped me keep my sanity and helped me to heal from the C-section. With this pregnancy, I hope to avoid the bedrest and the C-section, so I’m thinking as far as walking/dog wise it will only be two or three days that the dog won’t be in use. So besides finding someone to care for the dog for a few days, I don’t see how this pregnancy will affect my use of the dog. So, okay, that is my rationale for not telling them. I’m just going to wear very baggy clothes.
So, the guide dog training school nurse has been calling me for the past week and I have been avoiding her. They call everyone and go over the doctor’s report with them. My doctor’s report was submitted last winter, several months before I was pregnant. So finally, I answer the phone. I decide I’m not going to lie yet I’m not going to offer any information I don’t have to. She is running through my medical report:
“Any allergies to medication?”
“I’m allergic to lidocaine.”
“Okay, and Seasonale is listed here. Is that an allergy medication?”
“Um, no…it’s… birth control pills.”
“Oh! So I guess you are allergic to getting pregnant!”
“Heh, heh, heh. Ahem.”
Okay, she didn’t come right out and ask me if I was taking seasonale now did she? Yeah, I know…it is an awful rationalization and a lie of ommission. But screw it. I’ve got enough problems and I need a guide dog already before this baby is born.
On the Big N front…what can I say about that? After over a month of not talking to him and just exchanging short emails, I finally gave him an ultimatum. We need to learn how to talk on the phone or just forget it. I can’t deal with the stress of calling him and talking to his answering machine and then stressing when he doesn’t call back. I gave him a date and time to call me and said I need regular phone calls or I quit. We will talk through the lawyers.
And he called. And we have talked 3 times since then, I think. It’s all very bipolar. One day he says he doesn’t want to marry anyone and he just isn’t cut out for family life. The next he professes his love for one and only me and says he will do whatever it takes to work it out. I can’t keep it straight. When we talk about just regular stuff, like the kids or work or politics, we get along great. When we talk about this, it gets very convoluted and hard to sort out.
I am polite and keep some kind of emotional distance most of the time. It is very hard. Because in a usual situation, my MO in this kind of case would be to scream and yell and break up with him and be done with this bullshit. But two things stop me. One, of course, is the baby. It is the most important reason. I am connected to him for at least the next 18 years (really forever) whether I like it or not. It will be better for everyone if we find a way to work together and get along. The second reason is because he has been my friend for forever. I have seen him go through shit and he has seen me go through shit and we have helped each other out. When someone you really have considered family is hurting…even when they are fucking being idiots and you are the one who takes all the consequences of that…you still don’t want to see them hurting. It seems fair after all this time to try to stick things out.
Which doesn’t mean I’m running back into his arms anytime soon. My main goals are 1)keep the lines of communication open; 2) maintain the friendship; 3) do what we need to do to support the kids by working together. I really feel like until I get to the other side of this birth, I cannot trust myself to make decisions about him. It hurts me when he says he is not cut out for marriage. And then I get all mushy gushy when he says he loves me and I’m the only one he’s loved and we’ll work it out. Pregnancy makes you too damned vulnerable and gives you too many gooey feelings about the father and that connection to be thinking clearly enough to decide things like this. At least this has been my experience. It does weird things to your psyche. Maybe it is hormones, I don’t know. But I just need to wait a year to make any decisions in regard to him. Besides, he needs at least a year to straighten his ass up. I just need to get through the pregnancy and the birth and the sleep deprived months and then see where everything is at.
He does seem more and more committed to coming down for the birth. So, I’m getting more confident that this will happen and I will get that extra help that I need. Which actually, is another reason I want to maintain contact and improve our relationship. I do not want to push a child out of my vagina with a guy standing there who I haven’t talked to in any positive way in six months. As it stands now, D and N are going to both have to be there and that’s just the way it is going to be. N can be there for his baby and D needs to be there for me.
(Won’t that be interesting to explain to the OB nurses…)
Still haven’t dealt with my dad yet. That is really the last big conversation left to have. I’m sure there will be some interesting quotes to share out of that one. Fun times.
Posted by: Lexie on: June 10, 2009
Well, its summer time for A and N, and they have lots to look forward to. They have their summer party the Saturday after next, with 1o kids coming. I absolutely loathe entertaining with every cell of my body, it forces me waaaay out of my comfort zone. But this is one thing I’ve been trying to make myself do each summer since I do next to nothing for their December birthday. It’s a dinosaur theme this year, and I’m having it down at the neighborhood park so I don’t have to worry too much about clean house pressure. I’m hoping that if I just throw snacks and cupcakes and a craft (dinosaur masks) and some bubbles, balls, and games at them then I can just sort of let them do their thing. I’m really uncomfortable “running” a party. I’d rather everyone just dig in to what they want to do. I go to parties for kids where every second is structured, and some kids do great with that and some kids (Little A) revolt. So I’m hoping it will keep itself going. There is a really nice group of moms and dads (well, a dad) coming, so it will be fine. It makes me more nervous than it should.
After that, we are off to UU family camp. And by “camp” I mean everyone else stays in tents and Lexie, the twins and some of the elderly people stay in the lodge. I don’t own a tent, and the lodge is for the elderly and disabled, which usually would make me stay away from that designation. But I do not have money for camping gear right now and I’m too pregnant, too blind, and too emotionally fragile to force myself to find the public campground bathrooms by myself with two newly potty-trained kids and of course, my propensity for barfination at this juncture. (Yes, now that I’m moving into the second trimester, it is improving, but it still hits me sometimes.) So, give me some indoor bunk beds and a bathroom six feet down the hall and we will call that camping.
I’m all set for guide dog school after that. The camping thing and the guide dog thing will be incredibly bittersweet. These are two things I looked forward to doing with Big N this summer. Especially the guide dog thing, we had been planning that for years. I tried to talk him into going. I said he could just come for that and we could even probably still get separate rooms if he wanted space to be alone. But no go. He told them he had “work commitments” and canceled out. They promptly called me and tried to get the gossip, but I didn’t give them any. I just want to get in, do the training and get out. And if N isn’t coming this summer, I’m hoping he will be working extra through his vacation so that he can get it together and come for the birth. Seriously, I don’t even care what emotional state either of us are in, I just need two pairs of hands. Or even someone to watch the boys. Something. That is my new focus. To get him to commit (and follow through) for that.
The kids know about the baby, the guide dog, and to some extent, about N. Little A is more oblivious to it all, he is in the here and now and it won’t register that a baby is coming until the baby is here. He will talk about the baby sometimes, though. Little N is all over everything. We have had extensive discussions about why N is not coming this summer and why we may not get to go to Toronto. It has been hard to explain, but he talks about N a lot. In trying to get the boys used to the idea of N and moving and him being part of the family, I talked about N a lot and tried to involve the kids in phone calls and videochat and talking about moving and stuff. And then I think I just suddenly stopped talking about it all. Which probably wasn’t the right way to handle it. I don’t think A noticed that much, but N definitely did. And it made him talk about moving and Toronto and Big N more. And so we’ve talked about how N still cares about us but made a mistake with his money. And Toronto is in a different country and there are rules about who can go live in different countries. And since N made a mistake, we aren’t allowed to live there right now. But we can probably still visit sometimes and we are lucky that we live in such a nice place here. It is hard to know what to explain. But the rules ‘n money excuse sounded easier then saying “Big N got freaked out that I have a baby coming and so he dumped me” or something. Gah! Little N has caught me crying and I just tell him that I miss N. And he says he misses him, too. And this is funny. Once I asked him if he would go get me a couple of kleenexes. And he took this really long time and then he came back with a coffee mug stuffed full of kleenexes. He said, here you go, mom, here is your cup of kleenexes!
My dad will be interesting. He is coming exactly 24 hours before I have to leave for guide dog school. I will be 18 weeks pregnant. The kids will talk. I’m almost thinking that there is probably a 90% chance I can get away with not talking to him until I get back. When he was here in late April, I barfed daily, took a bunch of naps, Naim and I had two or three conversations about it right in front of him, and I went to my first prenatal appointment where they gave me this big folder that says “Pregnancy Services” on the back and was holding it right in front of him. It took him nearly a week to notice one time that I had brought D’s cat to live with us, so this will only be slightly more difficult. And if he figures it out? Lucky D will have to deal with him! I’m gone for two weeks! I wonder if he will notice that Big N is not there?*
(*On the other hand, there is a 98% chance that my sister reads my blog and thus he already knows. If so, good. I hope he got all of his stomping around and bitching done well before he gets here. I’m not going to put up with it. I have enough whiney men to deal with right now.)
Oh, I know I’m not saying much. I’ll just stop typing and leave you with some summer kid pictures.








