Pictures!

My stork got lost, so they sent the kid here with a balloon!

Huddy's taken over!

Shower Decorations

Baby Iee wants to know why her house is buried in baby stuff. Is it for her?

Besides my friend over there smoking, this is my favorite picture from the shower. Shows how long my hair was, and how big my belly is.

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My picture posts always get messed up and end up spaced apart really weird. Sorry.

Guilt

I feel guilty. I am going to return one of my shower gifts. It is a longer/bouncer thing and it is ugly. Well, it is cute, in baby world. But it is bright blue, bright green and loud color-wise. Not our style at all. We like baby items that look like furniture. Our house is all earth tones. And so we selected items for our registry that matched. Neutral, earth toned items. The person who bought it for us said they liked this item because it would grow with the child. Which is great. But we don't need that. We want an item that says "peaceful" not "crazy loud".

Am I being picky? Probably.

The item we selected is brown, beige and earthy green. Plus, it has monkies. Which George finds very important.

Plus, the item that was bought for us, cost more than what we even wanted. I kind of feel bad. This person wasted money.

The problem? I have no idea where they bought this item. And I don't want to run from store to store asking "do you sell this?" over and over. But I think I have to.

The positive? Since I don't have a receipt I will have to settle for a gift card. This is a positive because I can use that gift card on something we want or need, and then use our own money to go to babies r us and get the item we want. And since babies r us is giving away coupons with every purchase, we ended up with 10 or so 20% off coupons that are good after September 23. So our desired item will be like $1 off.

I feel guilty though. This person obviously thought we would enjoy this product and I feel like it is a personal insult to her to return it. But I feel like this item will annoy me. I am having a hard enough time with my Magazine Worthy living room being crowded with baby items. I feel like those items should at least be in my own taste and look like they belong in our house instead of belonging in a daycare. God! I sound so selfish. And prissy. I also feel like I should hide my shame and not even mention returning anything. George and my mom are the only people who will know. Luckily, this person lives 50 miles away and probably won't be popping in.

Today is the big day. The day I cut off my hair. It is 16 inches long now. Meaning Lock of Love will be getting 10 inches while I get to sport an Inverted Bob with stacking in the back. Yep, I have spent 3 months asking people what type of hairstyle they are rocking. All so I can copy it.

I asked my cousin to do it, and she said she hates that hairstyle so I shouldn't let her do it. At least she was honest! So, my friend from high school, who also cuts my mother's hair, will be doing it for me.

I am nervous. If it turns out horrible, I won't have enough hair left to fix it! Plus, this is my hair. The tips are the same hair I had when I got married! This hair has been through so much with me. Am I a weirdo for being attached to my hair?

How will it feel when I go to wash my hair and only need a tiny bit of shampoo? How will I get used to brushing it without having to throw it over my shoulder? Or being able to toss it up in a ponytail?

But gone will be the days of greasy looking hair. Lately, it seems like no matter what I do, I can't get all the conditioner out. This is extremely annoying.

The first baby that was born, the one born to the fertile? Well, things aren't so easy anymore. I feel so awful for having my negative thoughts. The little one, not even 2 weeks yet, woke her mom up by SCREAMING last night. Immediately, Fertile knew something was wrong, but when she picked her daughter up, she really knew something was wrong. The baby was HOT! They checked her temperature and she had a fever of 100. They called the doctor and he was concerned and just wanted her to get checked out. So, they went to the hospital. Within that 40 minute period of checking the temp, calling the doctor and getting to the hospital, the baby;s temperature was up to 101. They ran a few tests and even did a spinal tap. Nothing has really been said as to what it could be, but they are keeping her until she is fever free since she is only 10 or so days old.

I know spinal taps are painful. I have watched House. So I can't imagine watching my newborn go through that. But Fertile (now I even feel bad calling her that) was allowed to stay in the room. I can't imagine how scary it must be to have a child so sick at such a young age. Poor little girl.

Moose has not had another seizure. Thank God! But if I am in bed, or in the tub, and I hear a weird noise or a boom, I run for Moose. The cat knocked over a stack of baby items, Moose whimpered in her sleep, stupid things, and I ran. She is my baby.

The mouse has not returned in days. Not even a peep, scratch or scurry from any of the known mouse places. The cats are disturbed by this. I am questioning where the mouse has gone. No smell, so I assume he didn't die. Or maybe he died and we are just lucky enough not to smell him? Never really had something dead under my house before. I don't know how much stink a mouse can have. I hope he is dead. Sorry little guy, but you chose the wrong house.

If he is still alive, go torture the pot smoking neighbor who spends all his time up at the bar and made his kids go over half the summer without a/c while he spent his time and money there. He is also the guy who can't back out of his driveway without flooring it. So when he hits ice and hops the curb into our yard, I panic. Our fence is 10 feet off the street. If he hits our fence, on that side, the kitchen and dining room are only another 10 feet. Hit those, and you get to meet your maker. Hit the fence when the dogs are out, and meet your maker. This year will be even worse with Huddy here. Property damage is one thing, but now the asshole will have my child's life in his hands. I really hate this guy.

He also watched me mow the lawn. A few weeks ago, George taught me to use the push mower. I liked it. So, last week I was mowing the lawn while George was trimming the hedges and the trees. I was lost in my own world until I looked to my right. This neighbor was sitting on a lawn chair, in his front yard, with his hands curiously in his lap, shirtless, watching me. This man is NOT attractive. He is downright creepy looking. Plus, the way his hands were, I think he was hiding something. And he wasn't just staring, he was blatantly staring, like he didn't care when I looked and caught him. It is like he is some sicko. I am huge and pregnant buddy, the last thing I need is some huge and hairy fat guy checking me out.

Then the next night he was outside, in his lawnchair and stared as George left for work. George called me and made me check all the doors and windows and make sure I had Moose with me at all times. I figured George was being over protective, until at 3 am I went pee and noticed a person in the street light. Yep, he had walked out his front door and towards our house. I grabbed the butcher knife, flipped our lights and waited. He paused and kind of just stood at the edge of the street. Then turned back and went inside. We have told numerous people about this, because if something ever does happen, he is the guy. But it isn't like we can call the cops. Being creepy isn't illegal. It should be though.

Oh, and I am warning you now, I will try to keep politics off my blog. They're just not pretty. But if you support Governor Perry, you will be insulted at some point. His beliefs are insane. Seriously, wiki him. He has no issue with giving mentally delayed adults the death penalty. He has used the veto power more than any other governor. He thinks that homosexuals should just stop having sex, just like an alcoholic should just stop drinking. I have a friend who is in school to be an addictions counselor and she really liked that last one.

Sorry. That is it. I won't mention my last 5 reasons for disliking him and the 1 reason I do like him.

Anywho, I told George I would do some dishes and make food, and he will be home in an hour and I have done nothing but update our registry and blog.

Baby Shower and 31 weeks

I had my 31 week appointment on Friday. I gained 8 lbs. Yep, 8. I expressed my concerns and explained how I haven't changed my eating patterns in the last month and couldn't understand why I suddenly gained so much weight. They checked the results of my glucose test and found the reason. My sugar was 74. Meaning I am just slightly above being considered hypoglycemic.

Apparently this means my body is storing the carbs for sugar, which is why I gained so much. They want me to cut my carb intake in half (GAH!) and increase my protein. And eat every hour or two. And I thought eating every 3 hours was hard! Now I have to eat every hour ot two AND make it low on carbs. Yikes. I love carbs. They're my life. So, I need some healthy snack options that are low in carbs and high in protein. And don't you tell me nuts!

I eat peanut butter. But I generally don't enjoy nuts. I will eat them sometimes, but I won't actively pursue them. Not my style.

Moose had her appointment a few hours after mine. She amazed me. Not in a good way.

This dog walks everywhere off leash. I use a leash when we walk through town, but only because it is the law and George worries that something could startle her or another dog could come along that we don't know, or that something quirky could happen. But we were running late for the vet, so I forgot a leash. Bad Mama.

My mom went ot the vet with us since George had to sleep for work and I needed moral support in case something happened.

When we got out of the car, Moose walked right up to the door, sniffed and booked it! I shouted her commands, and she still ran back to the car and didn't look back. She does not like the stinky vet. So, we had to go in and get a cheap leash from the vet and drag her to the door. Then she wouldn't step up for the 1 step to go inside. Normally, when I am not pregnant, I will lift this dog like a toddler and carry her. But I am pregnant and would probably pull every muscle in my body if I did that right now. So, my mom lifted Moose's front feet inside the door. and I heard "God damn! How the hell..." and some grunting from just that. Apparently, Moose isn't easy to lift anymore. And my mom is a strong woman. I guess she just isn't used to lifting my baby.

Then we get inside and Moose tried to run back out! What the HELL? This is not my dog. The techs were awesome though and got us inside a room right away to calm her down. Then we had to weigh her. Normally, I could have got Moose on the scale and said "sit" and had an easy weigh in. Nope. She was just all about making me look bad. She had to be held and then for 3 seconds we all let go of her and got a weight. My baby weighs 76 pounds. She is usually between 60 and 70. I blame pregnancy. We're all getting fat over here.

Then we got back into the room. And normally, I would have lifted Moose onto the exam table, said "stay" and been fine. Nope. My mom didn't even try and the vet said not to worry about it. He checked her, she basically ignored him and just gave me dirty dog looks. Seriously, the vet tech kept laughing. This girl knows how to work her Mama and test my patience.

The vet said she has a yeast infection in her ears. They aren't mites. Just yeast. Apparently, dogs ears are the perfect temperature for growing yeast. He recommended that we start selling the yeast or learn how to make bread. He said the pond water probably caused this. So, when Moose swims, we need to clean her ears after. Then gave us drops (that he does not want a pregnant woman to touch) to use. So, for 14 days, twice a day, I get to clean Moose's ears with some solution, then George gets to put the drops in. He has the easy job. But Moose is calmer for me. So, it evens out.

The vet said he doesn't want to do blood work, xrays, CAT scans (dog scans for the sake of Moose's self esteem. She holds herself in higher regard than a stupid cat) or anything yet. Until Moose's seizures show a definite increase he doesn't want to mess with her. But if she does have them once a month or so, he said it may be wise to look into it. And he likes the way I hold her. He had a dog recently who had a seizure outside and bolted into the ditch, and then seized again and drowned. He said that since Moose gives me signs, and I recognize those signs, we don't need to restrict her in any way, we just need to make sure we are always close enough to react. So, if we are swimming, I am sure she would have 20-30 seconds (at least, probably more) to get close to me or to shore. So, she just won't be swimming the entire pond until I feel more secure. We will try to keep her close to shore or at least close to where I can touch so I can hold her head above water. This seizing in water thing is very scary to me. She loves to swim. She hates to be told no.

So, besides the yeast infection, this was kind of a waste. But I feel more secure knowing that I am doing things correctly and that we have a plan.

Moose hates this medicine in her ears crap. But she did try to sleep through it yesterday. Tried. The cleaning solution is room temperature, so it probably isn't too bad. But the medicine itself has to be kept in the fridge. She does not enjoy that. Poor baby. Also, going to buy stock in the cleaning solution company because we will use an entire bottle in the next week, and then need another of rthe next week, and then need probably a bottle a month in the summer and at least 1 bottle in the winter. Not that much? Yeah, you go price this stuff.

Baby Shower!

Yesterday was my baby shower. It was great! Everyone loved getting together and some new friendships were made. Plus, my 2 aunts came out, and I rarely see them, and some friends I hadn't seen in awhile came. Very nice.

My complaint?

For the registries (one at a cheap store, one at a more expensive store) I checked all the major items customer reviews, played with the items in store, and checked safety ratings. I put some work into this. A lot of work really. I also tried to find things that would match our decore. So calm, neutral earth tones. None of this loud crap. I also made sure I had items from $5 to $300. Something for everyone.

Not a single person, bought a single thing off my registry. Either registry.

Luckily, I did get some gift cards. So, we are taking those to get my stroller/carseat in the next week or so. Bad fetus is playing with my bladder. I don't need to pee, leave it alone!

They (my family and friends) did the same thing for my wedding. Nothing off those registries either. They just hate registries. Well, I am never making another one! Ever!

In my family, and the area I live in, you only have 1 baby shower unless you wait like 10 years for baby number 1, 2, 3, 4, so I will probably never have another chance anyway.

I did get some nice items and everyone respected my anti-pooh stance.

I feel like I should explain this to you.

Since 1997 when my cousin A was born, everyone I know (sans 2 or 3 friends in recent years) has done Winnie the Pooh. Those 2 or 3 friends, were all within the last 14 months. Before that, all pooh! YUCK!

So, Pooh reminds me of babysitting, then of crappy unoriginal friends, then of infertility. Watching all these parents with their POOH crap stroll on by to the land of parenthood while I sat helplessly waiting. Pooh hurts me. Like the idea of Huddy in a POOH stroller or carseat with POOH blanket, actually makes me a little nauseated. It must be an infertility thing. Either way, I was given 1 POOH bottle as a joke. I refuse to look at it. Huddy has not healed me completely, even though I am now extremely confident in the fact that I WILL be getting a baby. Perhaps some things cannot be healed?

I am very excited to put together what items we did get. Huddy is too. He started kicking George's butt at 6 am. George is still asleep. He apparently doesn't realize that Huddy knows he got gifts, and he wants me to play with them.

Huddy also wants breakfast. I want a pb&j on toast. But carbs. I should make eggs. But that is messy! Okay, it makes one pan. But that is 1 pan more than my pb&j.

Off to figure this out....

Goodness!

So, my phone lately has been sending text messages to more than one person without my approval.

Next part of this story.

My best friend, who is supposed to be throwing my baby shower, has gone away. Just poof! For 2 months. I only knew she was alive when I checked FB. So, this last week I have just been really angry at her. Way to pick a shitty time to run away! George has allowed me to vent, convinced me it wasn't like we did anything, it was just her growing away from us, and kept me sane. Then today I see on FB the reason she went away. A new boyfriend. She changes slightly with every guy.

The last one was an old friend of ours who loved kids and loved family. So, she spent a lot of time with me during the first part of my pregnancy and they even talked about adding another child. (They have 3 between them) Then they broke up. She cried for a week, I was on bedrest, so she went out drinking. Then drank for the next month or so from the sounds of it. Then met this new boyfriend. Who is into partying and such. So, not the kind of guy who you bring your pregnant friend to visit.

Well, I text George a very snotty remark about this friend and the new boyfriend. Only to find that it sent. To two different people. One being her. Thanks cell phone company!

Well, as you can bet, she called me. She was pissed at first, but then I explained why I was so bitchy and she even agreed with me that she had fallen off the face of the Earth and was sorry. Apology NOT accepted. Prove it!

So, we talked for half an hour and then she stopped to get gas. She said she'd call me right back. While waiting I have wrote this post.

Still waiting.

Yep, maybe she fell again?

I think I am going to end up throwing my own baby shower at this rate. My aunt is letting us use her house, and she is in charge of games, but everything else was left up to this one friend. Who has, once again, fallen off the face of the Earth. So, I guess food, invites, photography, making the list for thank yous, and all that other good stuff, will fall on me. Imagine me opening a gift, throwing away the wrapping paper, writing down who it is from, and then opening the next and repeating the process. Maybe 3 hours won't be a long enough shower! OH! Cake! Since I am doing this all on my own because, I am a loser who's 2 best friends live in New Mexico and Hawaii, and the world sucks, I may need to get an idea of how to throw a baby shower.

Especially since I have used every excuse in the book to get out of them for the last few years. Seriously, it has been 3 years.

Do they make Throwing a Baby Shower for Dummies?

Better google this.