Friday Night Leftovers

But, they aren't really leftovers.

Monday I was paying some bills and then got up and went to the bathroom. Then someone shot off fireworks in my bathroom. I suddenly saw sparkling, twinkling lights andfelt like I might pass out. I text George and told him that I knew this was a symptom of something but I wasn't sure what.

So, I asked Dr. Google. High Blood Pressure.

Cue panic.

I called my doctor Tuesday morning, and was informed that my urine test on Monday showed no signs of protein in my urine, but that it could be a sign that my blood sugar got too low. And that I have always been slightly low on my BP so it could have been that too.

Wednesday I was in pain all day, and hated the world.

Yesterday, I was in pain all day and hated the world. So, George found me crying in bed because I feel so lazy because it hurts to do anything. He comforted me, and it lead to doing THAT THING.

After I experience that one thing that happens when you do THAT THING, I saw my twinkling lights and then that is all I remember until I woke up to my husband yelling at me.

Yep. It was so good I passed out. Or I just passed out. Depending on who you are.

Then I tried to get up, twinkling lights again. So, I just laid there for a minute while my husband panicked. When I finally got up, I called the doctor.

They sent me to the outpatient testing part of our local hospital and had me get some blood work done, and gave me a jug. To keep 24 hours worth of urine in. Yep, I have a jug of pee in my fridge. Of pee.

So, anytime I have to pee, I have to go to the fridge, grab my orange jug, go to the bathroom, put a hat on the toilet, pee, then wipe and stand before tossing toilet paper into the toilet so I don't get it in the hat, then pour my pee into my jug, and place jug back into the fridge right next to a 2 liter of root beer.

Oh what a fancy life I live.

Today, I have ate everytime I feel even the slightest bit hungry, because yesterday it was explained to me that my pregnant body can use up an entire meal in no time flat. So, I have ate

• 2 pears


• 1 bowl of cottage cheese


• 2 string cheeses


• 1 package of ramen noodles


• 6 cups of water


• 2 cups of milk


• 4 pieces of french toast

And I have only been up for 6 hours.

Seriously? Is this what I have to look forward to?

And passing out, does it do anything to Huddy? What goes on down there?

Anywho, go visit Danifred who I doubt has ate as much as me, and who probably doesn't have pee in her fridge.

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.

Who?

I have been over at Danifred's reading her archives all day. Very nice to see pictures of her babies when they were still babies. It got me wondering, Who will Huddy look like?

My father's genes must be pretty dominant because my brother, sister and I all looked like him as children. Now my sister and I look like our mother's. (Mind you, my hair is still flaked with his blonde highlights and my eyes are aquamarine (green and blue) not the yucky brown of my mother*) My mother, looks like her father. She has since birth.

George looks like his dad, but has glasses. His parents are in there 40's (my mom is almost out of her 40's but his parents had him at a young age, so I think they're around mid 40) and still do not need glasses. My husband? Apparently he had a lazy eye that was never caught, so in order to correct itself, the eye damaged the muscles. So no more lazy eye, but in 1st grade his teacher thought he had special needs because he suddenly went from being able to read at age 4, to not knowing how to read two years later. So, by 6 my husband had giant pop cap glasses. Poor kid.

Husband also had no teeth. Around 2 they took him to the dentist for the first time, and were told his teeth weren't going to grow in right, so to rectify this situation, all his baby teeth were pulled. Then his adult teeth came in, and went bad. My husband has horrible teeth and is horribley ashamed of them. We are actually going to an oral surgeon for the wisdom teeth consultation in a few hours, and after the surgery (which they can hopefully schedule before our bambino arrives) (doubtful as I am 33 weeks today) we are using his new found dental insurance to correct all the issues possible. I want him to be proud of his teeth and to be able to eat sweets and whatever he wants without feeling pain.

His dad has horrible teeth, his mom has good teeth. My dad had a gap in his teeth, but no real issues besides that, and my mom has the greatest teeth around. Seriously, perfect teeth. You wouldn't believe they were real. Me? I have okay teeth. I've had few cavities and they aren't perfectly straight (you only notice if you look closely) but it wasn't a big enough deal to require braces or anything.

As babies, George and I could have been twins. His family lost their house to a fire when he was 16, so I have no pictures of him as a baby, but his mom showed me one of him at around 18 months with white hair. Me? Same. White hair from 6 months until probably around 3 when it became blonde. George was born with white hair, not much of it, but white fuzz, and it stayed that way until around 3 or 4. We both had little baby curls too. We were pale skinned babies but tanned up pretty well as toddlers. Neither of our parents are big fans of sunblock, they just used it to prevent sunburn and grouchy babies, not for any protection from uva/uvb rays.

We both have big lips. Not huge, but juicy, plump, kissable lips. George's are slightly bigger than mine, and in Huddy's 20 week 3D ultrasound I can tell he has George's lips.

We had chubby cheeks and perfect noses, which are both bigger now, his from being a man and needing a man nose instead of a cute button baby nose, and mine is swollen from pregnancy. And better shrink back into my cute button nose.

Who will this wonderful boy look like?

*George also has brown eyes like my mom, but my eyes have beat out 4 generations of brown in order to get to me. Let's hope it is 5 because I have some pretty awesome eyes.

Can't really believe I uploaded a full face shot of both George and I, but there you go.

Dear Brother, My 100th post

Happy 100 Posts

I dedicate this post to my estranged brother.

Dear William,

As a child, I knew about you. I knew I had a brother somewhere who had a different mom. I knew he got to see my dad, and I didn't. I knew his name was William.

I would fantasize about the day I'd meet you. I would pretend you came over and played with me, and I would pretend we were best friends and I always looked out for you. I would ask my mom about you frequently, expecting that she would have some anecdote to share. I lived for the day I got my brother.

When our dad showed up when I was in 3rd grade, I thought that meant we could live together and be best friends. I also learned that we had a sister. She was 4 at the time. I would sit and imagine us being the older kids and looking out for our sister, and torturing her during games with our dad.

I always thought of you. Asked about you. When our dad went back out of my life, I grew up. I became a teenager and realized our relationship would never be perfect. But at 13 I called your mom. I had wanted to talk to dad for a long time. She gave me his number and told me they were divorcing. I started to grow closer to our father in the next few years. Fighting and yelling at him, while always wondering why he never permitted us to meet. I believe he was ashamed. How could he tell his son that he had a sister? How could he admit to leaving my mother alone with a baby? He was probably perfect in your eyes and he didn't want to destroy that. I understand this now.

When he died, all hopes and dreams crashed down around me. But I clung to the idea that at the funeral, I would meet you. I would be your sister. The grief would bring us together.

Your mother approached me at the funeral and told me that the night before they had finally told you about me. I can imagine you felt like your entire world had been destroyed. Dead father, older sister, and your life was shattered. Your mom told me to give you and our sister time. That if you ever wanted to meet me, she would let us know. I never heard a word.

When our Grandfather and I started to get close, my fantasies came back. If he accepted me, so would you. But you got mad. You ran from the room when I sat next to you the day of our Grandma's funeral. You looked so much like our cousin, I didn't even know that 6 foot tall boy was my little brother.

I have been told that you spent the next several years saying how I stole our grandpa, and that if you ever had the chance, you'd punch me in the face. I assumed this was just a teenage boy thing. But when our grandpa got sick and you didn't come around, I blamed myself for ruining the relationship. I believe he died knowing great pain. But also so much happiness because with that pain, he connected with is biological children and with me.

At his funeral, I had an entire speech to give you. I wanted so badly to connect with you, and I knew that was my last chance. But you never came.

My last memory of you is of you running out of a room.

Now I am having a baby. Your nephew. And all I can think of is my fantasy of the holidays. You and our sister sitting at a table, discussing our father and holding my child. This is a fantasy I will never let go of.

So, Dear William, I love you. I have loved you since I was a toddler and heard about you. You are my brother, and I want to be there for you. To grow as a person by knowing you. So if we ever meet again, please don't lash out in anger, but listen to what I have to say.

Stacey

***Thanks for reading my 100th post. Hopefully, someday, it will have a happy resolution.

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....

My phone hates me

My phone died. The scrolly part went out so only the send and end buttons worked. Now it will be Wednesday before the new phone comes in. On a positive though, our cell phone company is having a sale, and George could get an i.phone for $47 after a $100 mail in rebate. Now we just need to get him into the store to see if he likes it. I hope he does, I want to play with an i.phone.

I have a strange rash. It is on my shoulders/neck area and kind of on my left boob. Looks like infected pimples really, but I have like 20 or 30, so it'd be one hell of a break out and they have no reason to be infected. Not liking it at all, and it has been there since Friday.

Any rash experts out there?

We have been buying fruit platters. The ones on managers special are like $5 and you get a variety of fruit in a decent amount, and it is already cut up. It actually saves us money, and today I bought a huge platter for $8 that would normally last us a week, but I made it my dinner. So good. 1/3 of it left. YUM!

My stretch marks are so itchy. I am shoving my hand in my pants (maternity pants that go up to my boobs) and digging just below my belly button, I feel attractive.

No news on the mouse. The cats sit and guard the stove/dishwasher area for 20 hours a day, so I am confident he will be caught if he ever comes out.

I have said for a month that I really need a front wheel alignment. I was right, I didn't get one and now the metal wires are poking through my tire where it has been rubbing. So now I need 2 new tires and an alignment before I can drive, so I am guessing it will be Wednesday before I can drive anywhere.

Our baby shower is this weekend! So excited!

Oily skin.

My skin gets so greasy after just a few hours, that when I get in the tub, it changes the water to yellow. Yes, a dirty nasty yellow, kind of like it would if you went a week without a bath. I have been showering/bathing 2 or 3 times a day! Plus with some 100 degree days, I have been sweaty and nasty anyway. I have heard of a woman's face getting like this during pregnancy, but my entire body? Even my scalp! I had been on the "no poo" diet all winter, but started using shampoo again this last March when I got pregnant. Why? I noticed my hair was getting greasy even after months of not using shampoo and just using water. So, it started small, shampoo once a week, then twice, and now after just 12-24 hours it looks like I havent showered all week! We have a doctors appointment Friday where I intend to show off my rash (I am hoping it is a break out from all this oil) and my greasy skin. I doubt there is anything we can do, but I would like to be told I am normal and not becoming a french fry.

New pictures to be uploaded soon. It takes forever to take them from my email, to my computer and on here, so it will have to be done later.

Oh, and we had 3 babies due between Wednesday and Sunday. Two were induced, and two popped out. One of which is bitchy fertile. UGH! Then the other was my old boss, who gave birth to Huddy's future best friend. If you go awhile without seeing a newbie (SO sick of saying "newborn" all the time), when you finally do, all you can say is "He's so little!"

I loved his hair and his sounds! So cute! And my boobies didn't even leak! Impressive!

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!

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)

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.

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!