Huddy

Well, still stealing my mother's computer. She made me french bread pizza, but she always makes things super crunchy. If a knife wont cut it, my teeth probably shouldn't try.

Huddy is a good growing fetus. Measuring 23 weeks 3 days. His roomie, my placenta, is still low, but not blocking the cervix, so we're good on that one. I was going to attempt to add a picture, but her computer still hates me.

Tomorrow my step dad is coming to get his stuff. If he leaves a certain dresser here, which I think he will, Huddy gets a pretty new dresser. We have also organized our bedroom and prepared a new plan. It is 99 and humid here. In order to keep the upstairs cool, we have to run the a/c 24/7. And even then it is still too humid up there to get any work done of the nusery. So, we are going to keep our bedroom downstairs and just let Huddy room in with us. Which means our little sitting room that we never use, gets a purpose! It is the dressing room for the bambino. And nursing station. We already have the rocking chair and some book shelves in there, so now we need a stand (Probably stolen from somewhere else in the house) and a dresser.

Since George isn't working, we have not bought anything for Huddy. Just some garage sale finds. We are hoping our Baby Shower guests get us hooked up or that George's September bonus is large enough to afford the major things.

Yep, still not working. We had a lawyer call the school, and they apologized and offered me my old position, but I have pride. They'd already told half the parents and all of my fellow teachers how I can't put sunblock on kids, so going back would've been hell. But they did release me from my non compete clause, so I can go wherver, but yet again, no one hires a pregnant chick.

I do love staying home though. It'd be better if we could have some extra money, but our house is so clean, and I make great meals every single night. Plus I can flip and flop my sleep schedule to meet George's so I can actually see my husband. The downside is that I am psycho. No one visits me, and I don't have the money to constantly be driving around the city to visit friends. Thirty miles each way? No one else seems to want to do it either. I used to constantly, and no one ever came to visit our house, but I have had enough. If you want to be friends, you have a give just as much as you take. I am willing to meet places, or visit if I am out that way, or pop in once for every time you pop in to see me, but my car is not a slave!

Now, back to why I am psycho, no one visits me. Just my mother for the last month. George and my mom, and trips to the doctor or store. It has made me very clingy to George. I cry when he goes to work, I follow him around like a puppy all day, and I feel the need to text, call, harass him constantly. He liked it at first, but I think he needs breaks. So, my mom has been bribing me to leave him. Which makes me cry, but a man can't survive if his wife is stuck up his butt constantly. I am just lonely.

B?ut, my best friend is flying in from Hawaii to stay for a month, she actually should be getting into Ohio right now, so I will get to visit her and hopefully that will help.

Anywho, I need to go grocery shopping and make dinner before the movies tonight.

Stacey