That's Good/ That's Bad

23 weeks and expanding

I'm now almost 27 weeks and our little guy has officially developed his own little personality. He dances for certain music, skips for his favorite yummy foods and refuses to move unless you ask very nicely (and only if he is in a good mood). He lets me sleep through the night still, which is a huge blessing. I have gained 25 pounds, and despite an occasional pain on my left, I feel fantastic! I am thoroughly enjoying this pregnancy and all the little quirks I missed out on last time. Belly rubs are so nice and I am thankful my husband is saintly enough to oblige.

I officially have a bump buddy!!!!!!!

My girl is officially pregs and is expecting her second baby in October!!!

We're all hoping she has a girl so cross your fingers!

We didn't get the crib I wanted, it was discontinued/ sold out... but we did get an even nicer crib and it's larger with more storage space.

We didn't get the diaper bag we wanted, it also was discontinued... but after hours (upon hours upon hours) of searching, I found an even better bag and have fallen in love all over again.

While I am happy to be lucky enough to find better than expected, I will throw some serious tantrums if the stroller I love is discontinued (I don't think it will be, but just in case).

Gamma passed away and while I am weighed down by her loss I know it's for the best. She waited until all her girls were set good and taken care of to finally succumb to her ills. She fought hard and I am so proud to call her mine. She was an amazing woman who took me under her wing from the first time we met. She helped do all of our hair for prom and formal dances. She always had an ear and words of wisdom to share with any in need. I hope someday I can grow to be like her and share my love as she did.

While my girl is tending to the arrangements and grieving with her family, we have adopted her two kids for the next couple of weeks... from this I have learned that this will, for sure, be our first and only child together. Three kids running amok in the house is just insanity and I ain't doing it! Nu-uh!

My dad is healing quickly after his surgery and will not require physical therapy. If you didn't know any better, you'd have no idea that he had a serious surgery recently done on his neck. He's adjusting to living with us and we're not all walking on eggshells around each other. It's nice having him there and I know Neko loves having his Pop-Pop so close.

I've been traded to another location and have lost my weekends off (again) but I'm adjusting and hopefully this will give me a chance to learn more and to be challenged (which I need).

Since I'm in the midst of nesting (oh yeah that's fun) I'm going through every cabinet and drawer cleaning and learning where everything is. Of course at the house I have about thirty million projects all going on at once, which is just adding to my insanity. But I just can't stop!

Since my baked potatoes are officially down I'm off to chow down!

Nobody Knows The Trouble I've Seen

So my week started out full of high hopes & good cheer.

My birthday was coming up, we found a great crib for a very nice price and we can see our little guy bopping around!

Yay-Hoo, right?

Yeah, no...

I've had some issues I've been trying to deal with at work and this week they just imploded!

I can't even begin to explain what happened but I've been at the peak of my stress levels all week.

I've had to make some really hard choices and I hope they were for the best, but only time will tell.

I'm trying my best not to panic about the repercussions but the thoughts are just haunting me.

We're having difficulties with obtaining our crib, boo.

My friend's dear grandma (who's like my own grandma) is in he hospital, very ill and we're all holding our breath waiting for her to be well enough to demand her release.

Oh, and my friend's kid decided it woul dbe a great idea to slam her mom's hand in the car door! Thankfully it's not broken but it's messed up.

So, I am officially done with this week. I'm retiring it and pretending it never happened.

As if it were that easy, bleh.

Here's the Kicker

We got to see the baby kicking last night!
He's getting so strong and he's healthy!
I feel so blessed right now!
Had to share...

Not Gonna Do It!

Thursday night my love and I did the whole hospital tour. I know it's a little early but we wanted enough time to research a new hospital if we didn't like this one.

So I call and since my memory has completely vanished I made sure to write down every little detail the woman told me. Phone numbers, times, dates, locations.... everything.

We get in the car to head on our way and I realize I left my perfect detailed memo at work.

Not going to panic yet.

I remember the address, I think.

We leave and timed the distance. Thirty minutes. Okay, not so bad.

We get there and the building is pretty much dark, but we found an open door. We also found another couple (so we must be in the right place, right?). She thinks it was the fourth floor, we go up, not there. We call the hospital, they have no idea what we're talking about. Oh that's just great!

We travel the halls, find a conference room... and another preggo couple!

The conference room is dark but there's food, we have to be in the right place. We sit, we wait. And wait, and wait. More couples arrive and now our numbers have grown to 16. Still no teacher.

I'm bored so I start messing with my purse, and out I pull my perfect detailed directions! Didn't leave it at work, just forgot where I put it. We're in the right place but now it's 15 minutes past when class started.

My love jogs over to the main building hoping to find some answers. We have a lot of not-so-happy preggos, and they're getting antsy. In the meantime we're calling a bunch of random numbers trying to find out what's going on.

Nada, zip.

My love, calls, it's in the main building, we're in the wrong place, and the tour has alreadybegun. Um, no, stupid people...

We gather the 15 people, shove them into an elevator (yeah, that was fun, there is a weight limit people!) and head on over.

Finally we're able to start the actual tour (thirty mins late!)

We walk into an actual labor/ delivery room and this is what we see:

Oh hell no!

Does that look comfy to you?

I'm over it, I'm not doing it!

I'm not having a c-section, no epidurals and sure as hell no vaginal deliveries!

The baby can stay right where he is forever cause I am not climbing into that torture device!
My love thinks I'm crazy and that I'll get over it, but I don't think he understands how stubborn I can be!

Besides, there's a 40 inch flat screen, so at least he'll be comfy... like it matters!!

On the plus side, I was the smallest one in the class! Some were way almost due but there were a couple in my due date range, so it was kind of uplifting...

Okay, so the baby's kicking the crud out of my belly button, I guess it's time to eat....

Nom, nom, nom

The Camera Escapades

The story begins with my sister and I switching cameras. She needed something a little more high tech for her digital photo class and I had it. I threatened her that if anything happened to my beautiful little camera, she'd die, after slow torture. Very slow torture...

I took her camera to my step-girl's birthday party and made sure to keep it in my hands at all times. We had just had another camera stolen from the same place not a month before and I wasn't taking any chances.

Long story short, Monday morning, I can't find the camera. I remember the last picture I took, I remember putting it in my purse and zipping it shut (which I never do). But I cannot remember where it is. We look, we search, we hunt. We freak. It's gone.

Now, I have the mortifying duty to call my sis and tell her that it's gone... and I'm the one that lost it. Wouldn't have been so embarrassing if I hadn't given her such a spiel about losing mine. Or if I hadn't just given the "responsibility" talk to my step-girl for losing her camera. Thankfully, we were going to be able to replace before she got back from her trip and she wouldn't mind the upgrade.

So the night before we're supposed to meet up, my love and I are out shopping cameras... Can we say procrastinators!

We found a beautiful, nicely priced camera that takes amazing shots! Angels come down from heaven and sing...

We go to the register, we have a new memory card (upgrade), adorable camera bag, money in hand...

Out of stock!

I call eight stores, Eight! and none of them have it in stock!

We finally ended up racing across town at 9:30 at night to snatch up the last one at the farthest store possible.

But we got it! Yay us!!!!!!!!!

We were so proud of ourselves we had to treat ourselves to frosty's.

The next morning, I'm sitting down about to wrap up our new little gift, but I can't find tape.

As I'm looking for tape, my dad's looking for a screwdriver in the garage.

He comes in with a freaked out expression saying he found a huge surprise in one of the boxes. My love and I are thinking rabid spider, angry rattler...

My dad pulls out my sister's camera!!!!!!!!!!!!

Wait, what?

I don't know how in the world it ended up in one of the boxes in the garage but it was there.

I blame preggo brain. Bad peanut! Bad peanut!

The family has officially decided that I am not to be in charge of anything.

Period.

Dear D.A.

Dear Dumb Ass on the road,

If you're going to be spunky enough to have your license plates spell out "KNUKPUP" could you please at least go the speed limit?

Things like "SPDEMON" are not as impressive if you're going 10 miles under the speed limit.

On the other hand if you're going to drive your muscle car down Charleston, going 80... it would look much "cooler" if you weren't stuck at every red light along the way.

And if you didn't fishtail at every green light. All that says to an onlooker is that you don't have any muscle to control your muscle car.

Thank you and I pray you don't hit me anytime in the near future.

New Beginnings

I am so excited for this new year of 2010.
We're expecting our little bundle of joy!! Our blessing!
Three dear members of my family are engaged and my sister is settling in nicely with a good man. He's a brat, but he's good to her.
Things are looking up and we're ready to venture into this new year with high hopes.
While 2009 was difficult and had its struggles, it laid groundwork for some really positive things for the next few years.
I have never been so joyed to begin a new year and I am actually looking forward to seeing how certain paths work out.

Geek Training

For our little future Geek:

thinkgeek.com

gapkids.com

Oh yeah