Amazing

Our pregnancy is nothing short of amazing. So, let's review.

In week 10 we discovered that Huddy was just Huddy, no twins, thank goodness. Twins run on my side and even some triplets. We were relieved to find out we just had 1 bundle who looked like a starfish.

In week 12 we got to see just how handsome Huddy is. He was a big head with tiny appendages and he threw a fit when the tech made me move all over to wake him up so she could get her measurements.

In week 13, I started spotting. Had a freak out moment and was put on light duty and pelvic rest. My work couldn't accomodate this, so I got 2 weeks off. Two days later, on Mother's Day, I woke up in extreme pain. I thought I pulled a muscle. Then I thought I had a kidney infection and was a huge baby for making my mom and George take me to the ER for an infection. Turns out, it was Kidney Stones! Huddy's heart rate was high, mine was too, plus my BP was twice it's normal amount (I'm always low) and my oxygen was 2 points above the point where I would have been admitted. It hurt to be alive, let alone breath!

We survived it all, and after that, things got better. Sure, everything we own decided to break down, but we survived. I went back to work for a week or two, and then I was told to be a sub. And never called back. At 27 or 28 weeks I got unemployment. Very exciting stuff. We can finally afford to get Huddy STUFF!

Yesterday at 29 weeks and 6 days I learned how to use a push mower, and mowed our side yard. Only stopping to ask George to help pull up my pants. I couldn't pull the start thingy myself, so it was easier of I just held on (so the mower didn't turn off) while George tucked my maternity pants back up to my boobs. I am sure our neighbors loved watching this.

Nesting. It has appeared to come and go, sometimes I get a ton of energy and just clean. Like a madwoman. Then it goes away and I am lazy and tired. Last night/yesterday, it was bad. I did a week's worth of work in a day, and couldn't stop until 2 am when I just felt too achy to continue.

We found out we're rich. Apparently my unemployment means we don't qualify for anything. Not even a free breast pump! Which every single one of our friends has qualified for. Yet, we make less than them. Still trying to figure this out.

Last night I also learned that I will not be buying a crib. My friend from childhood, a male, is buying it. Which makes me very happy. He had hinted before, but I hadn't heard anything for months, so I was planning to buy it today and pick it up this weekend. Nope. YAY! CRIB!

Huddy is playing games with me. Not the fun kind where I push him and he pushes back. This game is called, "Breech? Or Not?" You see, this little fetus thinks he is soooooo funny! He spends a few days turning himself so he is just about ready to drop down in my pelvis, and then he changes his mind and come right back up. So, off and on for these few days I have some pressure, some hip pain, some toes under my ribs, and can eat, then he comes right back up and I can't even eat a whole piece of pizza! According to my book, this could continue until birth. NO IT WILL NOT! I am about to open up my belly and turn this kid myself and inform him that if he moves again, I will stop eating oranges. Which are his favorite. He kicks like crazy after an orange. And garlic.

I am 30 weeks today. 10 weeks until Prince Huddy is here. He just kicked up high enough where I felt it in my boob. And again. He's a happy little guy. Just took a break top watch my belly, and it DOES move when he kicks. So amusing!

I now need to get him in a mood to do this again when his Daddy is awake, and have him record it. Then put it on youtube so I can share it! So amused!

He has kicked 2 more times for Daddy. Very good boy. I am about to stand on the street and charge people to feel my belly. Everyone wants to touch it! He still has only moved for his Grandma, Graham Cracker (what I called MY Grandma, his Great-Grandma) and his Daddy. But we could change that. 9 pm and 7-8 am are his usual awake times. He is awake now because I ate. What did I eat? A pear. A hot dog. Ice Cubes. YUM!

Any day now, 3 of the 13 pregnant women in my life will deliver. One has an induction planned for Friday, but I think she will go before then. She is the most important. She is my old boss. Not BBBB, the one who left and made me supervisor. We are still close. And since our boys will be 10 weeks apart, we plan on getting them together. Huddy and her son, Dodge, can be best friends and do boy stuff together. Very exciting. And both their daddies play xbox too much, so they will both probably end up like that. BOOOO!

The other 2 pregnant women? One is a beyotch, the fertile who LOVES PREGNANCY and thinks it is so easy and getting pregnant was so easy. BLAH! We don't plan to let Huddy associate with THAT baby. (We don't see them often, so it won't be a problem)

The other is a friend from high school. We never hung out, and still don't, but we talk a lot. It's her second daughter and she is my venting buddy. We bitch to each other.

Huddy's calming down. Must be nap time in my uterus.

Makes me sleepy just thinking about it. Better go do something to keep me awake!

Short

Sorry, I have been absent for a few days. George has been home sick and it's hard to post when he is on the computer or sitting next to me. Reading this. Which he is now.

I'll be back tomorrow. Promise.

Friday Night Leftovers The Mouse Edition

OH YES!

I said it. We are having a mouse edition here people!

• I thought I heard scratching a week or so ago. But I blew it off. I have spent all week solving this mystery and here is how it plays out:


• Our dishwasher is not all the way installed. It is in the cabinet, but my ex step dad never finished it, so the line runs down to the crawl space, but is not hooked up.


• Our heat ducts run though the crawl space.


• Two days after the first scratching sound, which came from below/behind the dishwasher, Iee (yes, i,e,e) alerted me to the heat register near the bottom of my computer desk. I turned off the fan for the laptop and listened. I had the sound of nails on metal. NAILS ON METAL PEOPLE!


• I had no options. But I do own a very nice electrolux. So, I shoved that hose down there (now i realize just how gross this could have been) and tried to suck that f-er up. He escaped. And I had to fight Iee, you see, she wanted to crawl down in there and catch that f-er.


• Think I will name him F-er.


• We live in an area where you get mice. Fields. Just 100 yards away. When we moved in, the house had sat empty and weater proofed for 2 months or more. We found some rat poison in the bay window, but have never seen a mouse. We assumed this was because we have kitties. We assumed the mice could smell our cats (and the ones in the neighborhood that prowl around) and said "HELL NO!" to our house. Come to think of it, we had a snake come onto our porch a few weeks ago. I bet he was HUNTING A MOUSE! Do snakes hunt? like how far will they go to pursue their prey? Should've kept the SNAKE!


• I like snakes more than mice. He was just a little garden snake. I wouldn't have been too upset to know he was in my crawl space. I miss that snake. (At the time I screamed (he slithered over my toes!) and made frantic motions for George (who grew up in Kentucky and was taught to assume all snakes are poisonous, therefore you don't touch them even if they just slithered over your wife's feet) to grab it and throw it into the street)


• Where were we before the snake bullet?


• Yeah, never had a mouse.


• So, then while I am cooking, I hear this f-er again. This time I bring back up. Or my back up showed up on their own. Two kitties. One black and white, and one big fat all white guy who once tortured a hampster. (I rescued the hampster and returned him to safety, but Boo insists he could have done Buttercup in)


• Cut to me, on my hands and knees, 29 weeks pregnant, looking under my dishwasher and oven, whith these 2 cats. Booty in the air. Oh, and I am naked.


• The oven and the dishwasher are flat on the ground, aka hardwoods. So, I got brave and opened the dishwasher. Empty. I then move the stove, and we still hear the movement. I inspect. There is no way for this mouse to get out from under the dishwasher, if he is under. He'd have to eat my dishwasher, or about a solid foot of hardwood. If he were behind, which I saw no evidence of, he could come out and play all the time, but he doesn't. Trust me, these kitties have been waiting. They spent 3 hours watching the dishwasher. Then when they left, the pitbull/boxer, Moose, stepped in for guard duty.


• So, this guy can get from one end of my house, dishwasher, all the way to the heat duct. Does this mean we have a mouse who ate into our heat duct and we will be wasting energy heating our crawl space? (Which I wouldn't mind if it made the kitchen floor slightly warmer in the winter) And he could use the heat ducts to get anywhere in our house? I really want to check this out (in the crawl space) but the crawl space gets too thin for a super thin man to fit into about halfway between dishwasher and the heat register at my feet. Plus, I am huge and a little afraid of crawl spaces in general, especially knowing that a mouse is down there.


• How would I get rid of this thing? I usually don't support killing. But especially now since I would have to smell the dead mouse! And let's remember, if i poisoned that f-er, I would worry about my cats eating the f-er and dying. I like these good mouse hunters.


• A trap. I don't want to hurt him, plus, where would I put it? And I don't want to listen to him screech all night if I caught him while George was at work.


• I am screwed until he manages to eat his way into my house. Unless YOU have some great tips? No extra money to hire some private mouse hunter either.


• I had other things to post, but I seriously just wrote an entire post on this F-er. I'm done.


• Moose is snoring. So cute.

Check out Danifred and her mouse-less house.

The Baby Boys

Just hours before my first date with George, (probably about 12 hours) I had my wisdom teeth removed. There wasn't nearly enough room for them and they went in to dig them out.

For the last 3 days George has been complaining of a toothache. Nothing major, he has awful teeth and doesn't enjoy the dentist. Then yesterday, right after I paid for our birthing, babies and beyond class at hospital #2, he started really complaining. Then claimed he couldn't talk. I figured he just didn't want to use his only day off to go to the hospital and sit for 2.5 hours. But I relented and agreed to just have my mom step in as my partner.

Then George kept howling and complaining. So, I inspected his mouth. Sure enough, I realized he didn't have wisdom teeth. Odd. I thought they arrived between 16 and 20. But he didn't get them removed, I knew that. So, I called the dentist and said "Please, make my husband stop crying."

The receptionist's reponse?

"What'd you do to him?"

I explained the situation and she agreed to get him in at 9 am today.

I told him and he sat silently all afternoon until I left for the class, when he went to bed.

Our class was awesome. But my mom is not the person to take. She giggled, and made me giggle, then got the lass giggling. All during our relaxation exercises.

When I went to the hospitals front desk, carrying a bag, pillow and blanket, plus sporting my belly, they immediately started to send me to the maternity ward. I didn't realize what they were doing until my mom said "She just needs to find the auditorium." and then giggled.

I couldn't understand. Am I that big? I was SMILING AND LAUGHING! I was also speed walking because we were running behind. HOW DID THAT CONVEY "IN LABOR"?

My mom said they just thought I was the happiest patient. I am skeptical.

My mom and I got BK. Which is a new favorite of mine.

I came home. I slept. George hogged the bed. I clung to the edge so I wouldn't fall out of bed.

Took George to the dentist. And he started shaking. I have never seen this man truly afraid. And I have seen him minutes after being stabbed (he tried to break up a fight and one of the guys pulled a knife and accidentally got him instead of his opponent) and after miscarriages, and loss. But the dentist. The damn dentist scares him. He was awful. They checked him out. Did xrays. The usual new patient stuff.

Then the news. He has gum disease (no shock, I knew it was bad in there) and is getting his wisdom teeth. The upper two are peaking a little (yay my baby is teething) and the lower right is just below the gumline. The bottom left though, it hates him and is infected and there is no way it can make it through. It actually has loosened a filling from years ago.

So, George got some vicodin, some antibiotics, and a referral for an oral surgeon. Once that tooth is taken care of, we can go in and fix the rest of George's mouth. WOOOOOH....eh.

Called the oral surgeon. He can squeeze us in for a consultation on September 22. Meaning George has 20 vicodin to make it a month. Hopefully it is the infection causing so much pain. Because the man has already popped 2 of those bad boys and it hasn't even been 12 hours. Then I remembered my own oral surgery. After the consultation, it was 3 months before they could get me in for the surgery. Meaning they would either get him in right before Christmas (yay first Christmas with a baby and George will be grouchy, in pain and probably won't want to eat) or right after (booo he wants to use all of his dental insurance (only $2500 a year) before the new year, so that come 2012, he gets another $2500 and can get more work done. I just don't know folks. If we have to wait 3 months though, I will call the dentist and have them get started on fixing my husband before the oral surgery, if possible.

He has never had dental insurance. Ever. It was always state funded stuff and back woods doctors. The Army did a little, but they wanted to wait, and wait and wait, and nothing got done.

So, most likely, it will be at least a few months before my husband has much relief. Until then, I have two little boys. (Achilles is a big boy. 80 lbs. big)

Happy International Comment Leaving Week

Happy ICLW!

Leave me a comment on any post, all week and I will be so happy. SO HAPPY!

Comments are like Hugs. Everyone needs a hug.

Also, I need some lessons on how to make my blog beautiful. I want it to be a little boy theme. But a royal little boy.

Also, the reason the blog is now The Prince's Story is actually a play on our last name. But that is really all the information I can give you on that. Just thought I'd explain.

Pregnancy in Fertiles and Infertiles

I dont think fertiles understand pregnancy at all. "I have had an easy pregnancy!" Really? Great! But don't tell me how easy it was to get pregnant and how easy pregnancy has been for you. Life just seems too easy for you and I want to smack you.

Getting pregnant. For us herbal supplements worked. I just wish I had known this 3 years ago.

Staying pregnant. When I bled at 13 weeks, I was convinced it was over. It wasn't a large amount of blood, but I have started every miscarriage with blood, so even seeing a little told me it was over. Luckily, it wasn't. Then I got kidney stones. And heard "distress". Which is never a good word for a pregnant woman to hear. Since then nothing immediately dangerous for Huddy has come along. But I have worried, every single day.

I haven't have a difficult pregnancy by any means. Just not an easy one. I have pubic dysfunction and my pelvis started moving before it should have, I had cysts driving me crazy my entire first trimester, I had a lumber injury back in 09 that I never really got taken care of that flared back up and pinched my sciatic nerve and I didn't sleep properly for 20 weeks.

I also had some adjustments to make. I was a 1 snack a day and one or two meals a day kind of girl. Suddenly eating every few hours confused the hell out of me.

Nothing major. But the first half of pregnancy was not "easy" and the second half has just been uncomfortable.

For my fertile friend, besides swollen ankles she has had no issues. I swell anytime I am in the heat, and have since about 16 weeks, and I get heat rash at least once a week. These things don't even register on my radar as something to worry about. Honestly, compared to the feeling of my legs going numb, or the shooting sciatica pain, they don't bother me at all.

This woman had her glucose 2 weeks before I had my early screen. She thought "no big deal" and just went to work without eating and then had her glucose on her lunch break. Only by then, she hadn't ate in 12 hours and she couldn't figure out why she suddenly felt faint and spent the next week hurling. She is going to an OBGYN who hasone of the highest ceasarean section rates in our area. Why? "Everyone in my family has used him." And everyone in your family has cried over the destroyed vision for labor when they were told they weren't progressing and needed a c section.

Do fertiles not think? Or research?

Our practice (which has midwives and then 1 doctor on call for emergencies or high risk deliveries) has the lowest rate for c sections in our area, in fact, it is 25% less than the practice with the 2nd lowest rate. She is going to a hospital that has NO NICU, nothing. AT ALL! Basically, if anything goes wrong with that baby, he will be put on a chopper and sent either to a different hospital or flown the hour (hour by car) to the Children's Hospital. If Huddy has any issues, the smaller ones will be dealt with at the hospital (both our 1st and 2nd choices have NICU's) or if it is more severe, he will be flown to the same Children's hospital. Why choose this hospital fertile friend? "It is where my step mother in law works".

Oh, and I did check out her baby registry the other day. She registered for 7 types of bubble bath. For a baby registry. All of her requests were the most expensive items in the store. Besides soaps, clothes and such, nothing on her registry was under $120. I showed George, who worked hard to make sure everyone can afford something from our registry, and he nearly died. He said it was a good thing I forgot to give her our address, because we couldn't have afford her shower anyway.

Okay, sorry for the super long vent about stupid things. I was just annoyed.

Oh, and they're naming their child after a VERY famous teen mom.

Today I went shopping. I returned a dress, and got a dress. But while trying this dress on, I realized, in my current bra, I look like I dont have a bra on. These things were wiggling every which way. And I have large breasts. Even when I weighed in at 116 lbs, I had DD's. Now they are a large DDD. Before pregnancy, it was a 38 DDD. Now it is a 44 DDD. I gained girth. Odd. Now for the challenge, find a store that carries 44 DDD in nursing bras. In store.
You can't. I have tried 2 malls.
So, Penny's as my Grandma calls it, ordered some for me online and since the lady felt sympathetic, she put in codes to take $6 off each bra. Which paid for shipping! So, in 2 weeks, I will have well supported girls! And nursing bras. I bought 2 cheapies that came in a 2 pack for night wearing and for the birthing tub, and then one more expensive one for every day wear. If I like them, I will buy more, but since I can't try them on, I didn't want to get too many. The downside is the look. They didn't have any good looking ones in my size. So, it is an ugly, granny looking nude one. The night time ones are grey and black.

Here is my challenge for you, find me a nursing bra, with supportive shoulder straps, that can still look attractive, in a 44 DDD.

I still don't like that 44. 38 is much better. It better go down after I finish nursing.

I watched birth videos. For 2 hours yesterday. I have decided the water birth looks cleaner, and calmer. I feel good about my choice. Let's hope everything goes as planned!

Friday Night Leftovers-Getting Nervous

In a few months, I will be a mommy. I will have a human life looking at me and expecting the world from me. I will be in charge of everything this little man needs.

• I am getting nervous.

• Huddy loves garlic. Or hates it. Either way it is a sure fire way to get him to kick and wiggle.


• I am 28 weeks. Maybe this Sunday we will do hospital tours. Our first pick was a close hospital that has tubs, but theyre not much bigger than the average bath tub. It is about 30 seconds from my aunt's house, so close to family, and only 20 minutes from our house. But our second pick has nice giant birthing tubs with jets and such. I am now leaning towards number 2. Hopefully a tour will help.


• George has finally realized that Huddy rules the roost. If I want to sleep 12 hours a night (now that I am finally sleeping, I feel like I am trying to make up for the 20 weeks I went without sleep) I had better make a plan to eat somewhere in the middle of that stretch. If I want to go visit friends, I had better pack a lunch or make sure they have plans to feed us.


• George also has began rubbing the belly, kissing the belly, and complimenting the belly everytime I pass him. So sweet!


• It has been hard to get George on board with this whole "Baby is in there" thing until now. He was afraid to get excited for so long, and now I think it has finally happened.


• Sometimes I forget I am pregnant.


• Achilles, (A) turned 3 yesterday. Now Moose is 4, and Achilles is 3. My furry babies are making me feel old.


• I had to stop by a fast food place to get an ice cream with oreos in it for breakfast. People stared at me like I was crazy.


• I need some comment love. I feel neglected over here.


• George forgot to pick up toilet paper, so we have just under half a roll left. (Pregnancy brain has let me forget to buy some for a few weeks now) We have never been this low on TP. So no upset stomachs allowed until George gets home from work tomorrow.

Now go check out Danifred, who so far has not posted her FNL (she's on vacation, we will excuse her), but who always provides the best and most interesting leftovers. Oh, and for leftovers today, I am eating stroganoff. The best. Made it all day yesterday. YUM!

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.

Ain't You Lucky!

Two posts within an hour! Ain't you lucky?

I qualified! Yes, I qualified for unemployment. Kind of feel bad for BBBB, because the majority of my qualifying weeks were from that company, they have to pay the most. So sad! And the school only has to pay like a measly $300 since I wasn't there very long. Silly. But I qualified! For 26 weeks I get a check that is enough to cover groceries and gas. Yep. That is about it. But that means we will have some extra money to put towards Huddy. Which is all I wanted. Plus George is interviewing for that second job. If he gets that, we will be bringing in twice a much as we are now. Not half bad.

Now, how long does it take for unemployment to SHOW ME THE MONEY? This mama needs a bra. Bad. Not to mention everything off my baby registry. Everything. No one has bought anything. So, I need to prepare for the fact that maybe no one will. Or at least none of the major items.

Anywho, as I said an hour ago, I am cleaning. So back to that now that I AM RICH.



Rofl, to a 5 year old mabe

Of Mice and Men

Last night, while cooking I thought I heard the sound of something moving behind our dishwasher. Then I turned and saw our cat playing with a twisty tie, and assumed I had just heard her and it only seemed like it came from behind the dishwasher.

Today, I got up and our other, smarter, wiser kitty, was staring at the dishwasher, swishing his tail back and forth, and looked ready to pounce. This tells me I have a mouse in my house. I have no other signs of this, no droppings, no sightings, no food with bites out of it. Our house is insanely clean. Cleaner than it has ever been before. I clean all day.

When we moved in, we found mouse traps, rat poison, and such. But we have never had any signs of a mouse, so we never worried. We live near some corn fields, so mice are pretty popular, but since I have never even hear a squeak, I have never had cause for concern.

Now, I am freaking out. Mice carry germs, destroys food, are generally gross, and freak me the hell out!

Boo, the trustworty kitty who heard the noise, once caught my hampster 10 years ago. He batted it and played with it before I caught Mr. Wiggles and put him back in his cage. If Boo caught a mouse, I can't say for sure he would eat it, or kill it, but he would enjoy beating it up. Iee, our playful, weird kitty, she is unpredictable. She surprises me constantly. Hopefully, she would kill it. But I couldn't watch it get killed! I couldn't stand to watch an animal suffer in a trap either, and if a cat eats a poisoned mouse, said cat is also poisoned. So, what is a girl to do?

Get a man! Tomorrow, after George gets off work, we are mouse hunting. Or he is, while I clean like the crazy woman I am. I can not handle a mouse. Nope. Can't take the thought of a mouse in my house.

If we catch said mouse, I plan to pop him in a jar, and let George drive a mile away and drop the mouse in a field. Yep. No killing. If we can't capture him though, we are screwed!

Any suggestions?

And remember, I have to spend the night in this house, alone, while George goes to work. EEEEK!



I said eek, not squeak. No squeaking.

Friday Night Leftovers The Picture Edition

26 weeks (I took 2)

26 weeks

25 weeks

24 weeks front

24 weeks

23 weeks (Fresh out of the pool)

22 weeks

21 weeks

20 weeks

18 weeks. Whoa! Did anyone notice the growth that week?

17 weeks

17 weeks. Shirt is poofed in the front so I think this one looks smaller than 16weeks

16 Weeks

Belly at 15 weeks, this shirt is baggy so I had to hold it in.

Huddy at 14 weeks in 3D

Belly at 14 weeks

Belly at 13 weeks

Huddy at 10 weeks

8 week Ultrasound

• I love fruit. Especially oranges. But I will eat an entire meal of them, so I have been cheating and getting canned mandarin oranges. Do they have frozen oranges? Already cut up? If so, I need to get some. The colder they are, the better.














































• I am feeling mighty apathetic today. Not sure why.













































• I skipped my chiropractor's appointment today so I could stay home and sleep. I was just too tired. Hopefully my back behaves itself and I feel okay.














































• Monday. YAY! Ugh! I rescheduled my appointment for Monday, which is always George's day off, so usually the day I sit around with him all day. But he also has a job interview that day. Just something extra, part time. I think 4 hours, 5 days a week. I was going to apply, but they said you must be capable of working in the heat. I am not capable of anything having to do with heat at all.














































• I get heat rash once a week, or anytime I put on tennis shoes.














































• They say your pregnancy mood swings are worse in the beginning. I say they are liars. Big fat liars.














































• I feel huge. I usually enjoy my belly. But after the disaster of bra shopping the other day (I hate you dest.ination maternity.) when I got a good view of my boobs and belly in that awful full size mirror, I started wearing clothes. Usually I am a bit of a nudist. But I don't even want to subject George to such a horrible site. He laughed at this, but he has yet to try and get me naked.














































• Now, I am either going to get these pictures to upload, or I am going to cry.


• If everything is oddly spaced up there, it is from uploading all those pictures. They did something. Just not sure what. But it looks fine down here. Hopefully you won't even know what I am talking about and it won't show up when I post these.

Now, go check out Danifred and pretend you're on vacation with her!

I am BACK!

My goodness. It is so nice to finally have my laptop back. I was so excited I actually hugged her (aren't all beautiful things in life women?) and took pictures. I missed my baby Asus.

New things?

I am 27 weeks and 1 day.

I did my glucose test and almost died. Apparently 6 hours without food, then eating a poptart and then going another 6 hours without food sends my body into a tailspin. I was sipping some ice water after a bath, and then BAM I just felt like I was baking in an oven and would pass out any second. Luckily, George was right there and got me into bed so we could call the midwife.

Finances still suck. Between our cars needing $1500 worth of work, our hot water tank leaking, our computers both dying, and George's insurance hating us, nothing is working in our favor. I try not to be a worrywart, but at this rate, if we DON'T get it from our baby shower guests, I have no clue how we will get it.

I did decide that after 60 days of not hearing anything from the school, I should count myself jobless. So, I filed for unemployment. The school is claiming I am on a voluntary leave of absence. Well, if it is so "voluntary" I would have liked to go back about 3 seconds after it began.
And after 60 days of not hearing anything, I consider myself let go. So, when I do go back to work after Huddy is born (I'd go back into the working world now, but who hires a woman who is 27 weeks pregnant?) the 6 months of not working for the competition will be over.

I am trying not to get my hopes up on the unemployment thing. It wouldn't bring in too much, but it'd be enough to get a crib and some baby items. The downside? They want you to apply for a job at 2 places a week, yeah, when I have a newborn, I doubt I will be doing that.

The only reason I see for me not getting unemployment is that I wasn't at the school for 6 months. But I went straight from one great paying job, to the school, where I made several hundred dollars less, and didn't have more than 30 days off in between. Which the guy who suggested I file for unemployment said makes me qualify. I don't know.

Oh, and I have made a decision. An important one. I will be going back to school. I am going to attend the small community college that is 10 miles away, and try to take classes in the morning or evening or online, and then get a job working 4 hours maybe 4 days a week. All of this is after Huddy is born, so I would like to keep my time away from him to a minimum. But he will be about 6 weeks when spring semester starts, so I will be giving myself adequate maternity leave. I would like to just go to school, but even with grants and scholorships, I don't know that we will be okay financially, and only working 16 hours would be enough to give us some extra money.

Anywho, I will be doing my best to post at least 3 times a week now that I have a computer. And no job.

Stacey