i actually tolerated baseball the best out of every sport. watching live is much better than on tv. i had more fun at the hockey game i went to, but i played softball growing up & some of my fondest memories are my dad taking me & my sister to m.ets games as a kid. (even though he likes the yan.kees much better- some reason that's who we went to)
but since moving to my wonderful hood - which i really do like 99% of the time- i have been surrounded by the type of rabid fan that my city is famous for. well- now we are famous for actually winning a championship. (yes- it was exciting to see that last game, even if it was hated for the circumstances, even if i only flipped it on during commercials) my hood exploded. literally. all the neighbors poured out into the streets, screaming & chanting while they went to congregate at a major intersection. 3,000 or so of them. the news helicopters & police sirens joined the cacophony of voices, screams, fireworks, and horns. this was all fine at 10pm when the game ended. i was extremely tired from being up at 5 & walking all day for that convention. i got home after 6 and it was just a long fucking day. all i wanted to do was sleep. i was in bed by 9:30. alas- my hood prevented that. my team prevented that. until 1 fucking am. seriously- who needs to scream about a world series until 1 am? 3 hours? i stuffed tissues in my ears because we had no more ear plugs. i finally passed out after tossing & turning & cursing the horns & helicopters more than anything. voices are much easier to ignore.
not to mention the fact that my part pit big old pup is really a giant wuss. he hopped up on our bed at the first crack of a firecracker & had to be snuggled & pet until he was comfortable enough to fall asleep. this is only after having to go out twice because he gets a very scared bladder in these situations.
and i'm really fucking cranky in general because things are not fantastic around here with the hub, his job, money- or lack of it, and the fact that since he is now tense about all this he refuses (or can't- whatever) have sex with me. this is after our open & honest discussion about why the fuck we've only had sex once in the 15 weeks i have known about the pregnancy. apparently it freaked him out, but he said he would work on it. ha.
so today i am bone tired, cranky, bitter, frustrated, & worried. i should be a joy to be around... thank you world series.
3 comments:
Oh, that sucks. Our neighborhood was pretty quiet. I am sorry you were kept up by a bunch of a-holes.
If there is one thing I have realized over the past few months, its that pregnancy is a change, and possibly a strain, to a relationship. Me and DH's dynamic has changes a lot, and it is hard to deal with. You know tat will happen when the baby comes, but you don't really expect it before.
Movement will become more regular soon. But you'll always have those moments when you panic a bit. I just give my buddy a few nudges till he responds:)
Suck it the fuck up. Baseball rules.
(~wink~ sorry they bothered you though!)
You need to invest in some earplugs. I put those babies in and I hear NOTHING.
Ug - I hate when my neighborhood is all loud and raucous. I hope you've gotten some good sleep since then.
And lord save us from husbands. I hope the money situation gets better (and that you get laid)!
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