Friday Night Leftovers

Okay I will make this short and sweet.

• My boss quit. I may end up with head teacher position.


• Almost told my boss "I am pregnant! I can't lift 20 toddlers weights 20-40 lbs 60 times in 5 minutes!" Luckily I did not. Well, she quit about an hour later any way.


• According to Gee it is okay for me to drink pepsi because "You're only like a week and half pregnant anyway"


• bite me bitch. I now officially have a makeshift placenta and a beating heart.


• Yes, that is going into the pregnancy journal.


• If he keeps this up, his child will hate him. "He is only like 3 years old." "Dad, I am in 6th grade!"


• Karma is a bitch. When I spent a weekend throwing up everything, all my pregnant friends said "It gets better." Which hey, better ot not, it is worth it. But now, those bitches are paying. Two of them are surviving on water and vitamins. And one is so sick she has not had sex in a month.


• I am a sex addict. Okay, maybe not, but if I could, I would do it every single day. We are being cautious and probably stupid, and only having sex once a week. Which means, all my weird pregnancy dreams seem to involve sex.


• Example: Gee and I are having sex and right as the big O comes, he pulled away and screamed. Then I yelled at him, and he held up a hand of our baby and said "It is out!" I woke up instantly and stripped the bed looking for our baby who apparently Gee left under the covers to die of SIDS! It took a full minute for me to realize that I have the baby. At all times.


• Pretty convinced I am farther along than I thought. Not sure how. Early ovulation? Just strange.

Thanks for visiting. I am boring and in a hurry to sleep. Sorry about that. It is kind of my thing.

Hopefully Danifred has something more interesting to discuss, even though she is on a visit to see family.

Bobi

WHOA! Jen, you and your family are in my prayers. I will pray for your little angel. I am so sorry. I always think that 12 weeks is some magic number. This reminds me that life after 12 weeks (which I have never experienced) is not always smooth sailing. Jen, Bless you for your strength.

Goodness! I need to post more. I am soooo sorry. I promise, I will update atleast once a week. Cross my Heart.

I drink 200 ounces of water a day, that is just water, I also drink milk, and sprite throughout my day. I pee every 2 hours. I seriously cannot survive without a bottle of water.

Gee is a butt. Seriously, I understand he does not want to get his hopes up, but pick up a book! I am not lying when I say that I cant make dinner because the raw meat will make me hurl. I am not lying when I say that I will cut you if you eat my breakfast again.

Last night I sat my breakfast (rolls from texas roadhouse) in the microwave. I planned to eat 1 roll and toss in a breakfast link and walk out the door at 720 am. Instead, at 716 my husband says he ate my roll and all the breakfast links, and I start to panic. I have about 20 minutes before the hurling will begin if I do not get something besides water and tums into my stomach. So, I drive to the gas station (going 50 in a 35 so I wont be late) and get some stupid peanut butter crackers, and eat them on my way to work. Then I realize one of my toddlers has a peanut butter allergy. And I have it on my hands and I cant get it out of my mouth. So, I have to waste an entire bottle of water gargling, chew a nasty old piece of gum, and scrub my hands, all before I can go into my room. Now do you see why I am going to cut him?

So when I explained why breakfast is so important, he said "The baby doesnt know if you dont eat! You'll be fine."

IT IS NOT TH BABY! IT IS THE HORMONES THE BABY IS CAUSING DIPWAD!

Essentially I have solved all morning sickness issues. I drink a bottle of water when I get up as I swallow 2 tums. Then I get ready and eat my breakfast as I walk out the door. When I get to work, within an hour it is snack time, so I snack. Then I eat lunch at work. It is healthy toddler food, so I get alot of fruit and veggies. Then 2 hours later it is snack again, so I snack. This small toddler portion every 2 hours or so works great! Then I work 4 hours, and the moment I get to my car, I snack on something else. Then I come home, eat something quick, easy and not involving raw meat, and I go to bed.

This weekend was a test. There is not enough food in my house that does not involve raw meat. So, I ate taco bell and a mcdonalds milkshake. This goes against all my eating principles. But it was good. Sometimes you have to eat some crap in order to survive right?

We are having all kinds of drama with insurance. I think it has been settled, I will be going on Gee's insurance. I just hope I can get enrolled in time for my doctor's appointment. Also, thyroid issues, the last time I actually made it to a doctor before I miscarried, I was told to stop my thyroid medication because I was producing enough during pregnancy. Well, I hope it is the same this time because I kind of slacked and forgot to order my thyroid pills before my insurance ran out. And since I am due to see my doctor again, I can't get him to order me any until he sees me. And he can't see me until June. Even after I told him I am pregnant. So, I looked in my pregnancy book and it said I should take them, but that undiagnosed hypothyroidism has been linked to lower IQ scores but no studies have been sure if that was the exact cause. SO? Am I okay? I figure, Gee has a very mild aspergers, so his IQ is out of this world, but his social skills suck. I have a slightly above average IQ but my social skills annoy the crap out of Gee (aka theyre fine) so I am fine right? I promise I will drink some OJ right now (even though I currently detest OJ) and make sure I pop some DHA. Worse comes to Worst, my obgyn will come up with a solution and everything will be fine. (I am putting myself in a total bubble here and not stressing about anything can you tell?)

Also, all my toddlies (as I mentally call them) are sick. The cough almost sounds like croup and theyre taking turns running a 101ish fever. I sent a few home today. After they coughed, sneezed, and sweat all over me with their little sad sicky poo faces! (I am a sucker for a sick crabby child. I held a 32 pounder for an hour just so she could nap until her mother got there.)

Anywho, I should eat something.

OH! Congratulations SARAH!

And Jen!



Bobi

A Time Line, A Name, An Explanation.

On Thursday, I had a feeling. I felt like my hips were being yanked in opposite directions. I made Gee push on them, but it did not work. On Friday at exactly 7:24 am I ran for the bathroom and met my pizza again.
Then I got sick at the doctor's. Then I vomited on my sidewalk while ALL my neighbors watched. Okay only 3.
Then Saturday I felt rather sick but I did not throw up.
Sunday I went to family dinner at my mom's. I knew I would throw it up, so I ate and ate and ate knowing that these calories would not count. (It tasted really good) Then Monday I went to the school ready for my first day of teaching, and luckily they just had me do paperwork and wanted me back Tuesday to work 8-6. I say luckily because on my way home, I had to pull over on the side of a busy road so I could spew my guts.
I went to sleep for a bit and felt better. When I woke up, I spoke to a few friends about how sick I have been and was told "TAKE A TEST"! So I got my groggy self out of bed and went to the dollar store close by (I was too sick to drive the 20 minutes to the nearest real store.) and bought an off brand cheap test. Well, two.
I got home and started to prepare myself for a big let down. All of my friends on facebook had heard how sick I was by this point and everyone was demanding to be told. I said "Gee has to work tomorrow night and will already be asleep when I wake up to test, so if by some miracle it is positive, I will not wake him, and I will tell everyone when I am ready." I went to bed.

I woke up an hour early with a wave of nausea. I ran! I made it! Then I grabbed a test and sat down. I swear, before I even sat the test down it was positive. I leaned all the way down to the ground (while still sitting on the toilet) and looked, and it got brighter and brighter and bigger and bigger (okay maybe only in my head) and the world got smaller and smaller, and the heavens cried! Then I ran, with pee running down my leg, to Gee, woke him up and hugged him and shouted "You're gonna be a dad!". He said "Thanks. Goodnight" and went back to sleep.

So, I needed someone to tell! So, I text my baby sister (One of the people who had wanted to know) and said "You're going to be an Aunty. But do not tell anyone for a bit." Then I called my mom at work. She was in shock. The only times I have called her at work is when someone has died. So her response was "Better get that insurance situation worked out. Love you. Congratulations."

By the Time i got off the phone with her, my sister had text back and said "omg how? really? can i babysit? am i gonna get paid? i hope its a girl. Can I do her hair?" Typical 14 year old response. All I said was "YES!"
Then I text my step dad. He said "Told you there was a good reason you threw up my steak! Congratulations. Hug Gee for me."
I started to shake. This was happening again. I was going to lose it and end up in bed crying for a week. So, I started to replay the last time in my head. I began to prepare. Then IT hit me.

This WAVE of optimism. IT will not fail. I do not know why I believe this so much, but I do. My mom and Gee have tried to talk me down, to rationalize the situation. But I am untouchable.

I WILL get my BABY!

So, on Facebook, as my status I said "Yes!" and went to work my first day as a daycare teacher.

When I went to lunch, I had 36 comments of "CONGRATULATIONS" and the like. I am not sure how these wonderful friends figured it out but dammit, they ALL did.

So, no secrets here. Everyone knows and I am at my 2nd belly pat already.

Now for the name, Gee was showering and I explained blastocyst and embryo and tadpole, fruit and fetus. Then he went to tadpole. And I said "Can we not go into detail on FISH right now? I will throw up." and he named our baby. "Baby Fishy Monster." He will soon look like a tadpole, and he is a monster making me throw up and my cysts burst. (A monster in the most wonderful "Monster's Inc" sort of way) And I am convinced he is a he. If not, I feel awful calling a girl "Baby Fishy Monster".

Anywho, my back, boobs, pelvis and head hurt. I have enough time before work for a nap and a puke.

Bobi

Why Herbal is Better

I have been taking Dong Quoi, Evening Primrose Oil and Black Cohosh. What did they get me? Cramps, vomiting, headaches, etc. Why?



Prayers welcome.

Bobi

Sorry!

Sorry I missed Friday Night Leftovers.

I almost did Friday Morning Leftovers but I figured I would need something to do after Gee went to work.

I didn't.

I finally got a slip signed by a doctor for work! They needed a doctor to sign that I had a physical, did not have TB and had my childhood immunizations. I thought the doctor who did my physical and tb test would sign it. I was wrong. Because he does not have a record of my childhood vaccines he refused to sign. So I had to bring the results of my physical and tb test to my family doctor and have him sign the sheet. It was a mess that meant I had to drive over 250 miles just for a piece of freaking paper.

Then yesterday, I was sick. It all started Thursday. I had hip pain. I seriously felt like someone had grabbed each of my hips and were pulling them in opposite directions. It felt awful. I seriously could do nothing but deal with it. Tylenol did not help and I am still in my 2ww. I was going to buy a test Thursday, but I could barely move, so I slept all damn day.
Then I woke up around 430 pm and had to clean and mope around, still in pain. So i stayed up all night so that I could get to my doctors bright and early and get the slip signed. Well around 7 a I started feeling a bit off. Then I drank some sprite and my coffee. Then at around 715 I ran to the bathroom. Needless to say, and Gee came home he heard

"blahhhhhhh"

He did not appreciate it. I proceeded to throw up 4 more times in the course of getting to the doctor and having him sign this sheet. Then got home, and went to bed. I thought I would sleep all day again, but I was wrong, I woke up around 230, went to have dinner with my mom (pickles on an upset stomach are not a good idea), went to my uncles, and noticed a rash.
I had a blotchy weird looking rash on my arm. I had no idea where it came from. So I headed home. You know, just in case I had the rash and puking disease or something.

I sent a picture of the rash to a friend of mine who is a nurse. She was stumped. She said it could be heat rash, but since I couldn't even feel the rash, even if I put a cool wash cloth on it, and it stayed for over 3 hours, she was unsure. So, I told Gee around 830 that I just wanted to go to bed. So I did. And I slept beautifully. From 930-630. A normal person's sleep schedule. So beautiful.

Now I am having back pain! I have changed chairs 3 times. The dining room chair I always use hurt my upper back (it sits too high for the table my laptop is on) the ottoman was too low and hurt my shoulders, and so I climbed up and stole Gee's giant office chair. Carrying this thing down the stairs is almost as hard as it was carrying it up. It is taller than me!

Overall though, I feel much better today, which is sad because I wanted to use this sickness to get out of a trip to the INLAWS! Yikes!

Today is also my sister's 17th birthday. She is spending it with abusive jerkface ken doll. (This is what I think I want to call him, he looks like ken, but has an abusive streak that I know barbie would not have put up with)

It is also my FIL's birthday. Our best married friend's birthday. (We have best friends, but then we have the best married friends. We see them a lot more and can relate better.) And my mortal enemy from elementary school's birthday. Never liked her.

Gee just came downstairs and upon listening to me explain the chair fiasco, he called me Goldilocks and then informed me that in his story, the Bear comes home and eats Goldilocks. He said:
"Num num numn num num"

Then I told him to slow down so I could record this for all of you. He then said "You just think you're so darn cute" and proceeded to disgust me with his distaste for doing dishes.

As I read all of that to him, he tried to put a metal bowl into the microwave, and luckily I noticed and called him out on it. He said he had done it before, and we didn't die then so it is fine. So, I put his food into a gladware thing and have decided my husband is not mature enough for metal bowls. So, I guess my mother will be getting some.

Are your husbands this stupid?

I hope they are not.

Also, on the little sister front, my sister is obviously still with this guy, and his sister, who I previously called ASIL, has come to realize he has anger issues. I spent a good part of Wednesday with her. We even found a sign explaining the cycle of abuse. I said abusive jerkface ken doll was at the remorseful stage where he apologizes profusely and vows it will never happen again. ASIL said that the arguing and escalation has already begun. We give it till next weekend. So, I have a week to learn how to handle it if it is worse. What if he hits my sister?

Normally my first instinct is murder and visions of a jail cell. So I need to start preparing myself now. I think I will just call the police, even if my sister asks me not to. ASIL has already said that if she is around when it happens, she will have no choice but to call the police on her own brother. I respect her very much for even being able to make that statement, but I will respect her even more if she can follow through.

I am extremely protective of my step siblings. I am extremely concerned for what this guy can do. My sister is the queen of football. She played with my brother, step dad and the entire neighborhood for most of her life. She has whooped some seriously tush, and has even been in a few fights on the field. (She once tackled our cousin too hard and he started screaming and hitting and kicking her. She took it like a champ and just threw him away from her. She was 12, he was 10.) I know she could fight back, and possibly win, this kid is a year older, he is not even fully grown, and he has long hair and earrings. If he attacked me, I would just go for the earrings. She just takes his yelling, but will she just take it if he hits her?

Also, my step father has decided that "This is just how some people argue." My response? "Some people argue and then kill each other too, do we just ignore that?" Everyone just said "Oh he could never do that! He has a heart of gold." I am sorry but if you can tell someone how worthless they are, and you try to control ever aspect on their life, if they suddenly stop listening or make you mad, what are you going to do? You will hit them, and Gee spent hours explaining to my sister how amazing she is and how she does not deserve this. If that pep talk worked, she may not sit back and take his yelling. Then what?

I am so stressed about this. Gee just keep reminding me that there is nothing I can do. I have to let her make the decision and I can only be there to support her. That I can only help her if she asks. That is hard. I liked it better when they were kids and I could step in and speak to the other kid, or the parent. (Their dad worked late and I usually dealt with the issues after school until he got home. My mom just didn't feel like a true parent to the kids for a long time.) How do I deal with it when I have to let go?

Anywho, I must change this subject because I could talk about it all day. Trust me.

Food. I love it. You love it. It is good for us. It is bad for us. I want to talk about food. I want a regular post about food.

My most recent food challenge? Stroganoff with no msg. I succeeded and found a gluten free, msg free, organic, beef broth and mushroom broth, combined with some flour and heavy cream, I replicated Campbell's golden mushroom. I also made my own cream of onion. The stroganoff was great. It was a tad bit runny at first but with time the sauce thickened a bit more.

I do not measure, I just know, but here is the recipe:

1 roast of some sort
1 bag of egg noodles
1 8 ounceish container of cream of onion
1 onion diced
1/2 container of beef broth
1/2 container of mushroom broth
1/2 cup of flour
1 packet cream cheese
1 container sour cream

You put the roast in a crock pot. Or I guess you special people can use an oven. Boil the broths with the flour and then once mixed correctly, pour over the roast, and cook with the cream of onion.

Then after the roast is cooked enough to be falling apart (I do mine on low 14-16 hours) add the sour cream and cream cheese straight into the crock pot or container. If you cut up the cream cheese, it should take another 20 minutes for it to melt and then you mix it up.

Then you take your boiled noodles, and pour those into the crock pot (or combine them in a stock pot if you want) and mix. It is amazing.


My other food challenge, I bought way too many strawberries. So I added them to everything this week. I used an entire carton of strawberries on bagels. I toasted the bagel (cinnamon raisin) and then put cream cheese on it and sliced the strawberries and tossed them on top. It was amazing. How have I never tried this before?

What are some of your food challenges?

Bobi