I am not feeling it. No, not the baby. I feel him/her at least once a day. Usually more.
Pregnancy.
I refuse to believe it is real. I can't even fathom all the things I need to do. The idea of preparing a nursery makes me feel like an actress. I am not pregnant. I can't be. Someone else is pregnant and I am just pretending it is me. I am just daydreaming. This can't be real. I don't get this lucky.
I have heard that (never actually read anything to prove it) infertile women have a higher rate of PPD than fertile women because they refuse to imagine life after delivery. I can imagine me with a toddler, but never me with a newborn. I can picture me in a hospital holding a baby. But not me bringing home a baby in a carseat and all that jazz. I am petrified of PPD. When (Yes, when, because I do acknowledge that this baby is happening) I finally get my gift, I want to enjoy it. Not have all those awful feelings I hear about.
I also feel like I can't share this with anyone because, I begged, pleaded, prayed, for this. And now it sounds like I don't want it anymore. It is not that. It is me, not accepting it. I thought it would seem real when I felt movement, then when I felt frequent movement. Now I am saying, it will feel real once I know the sex. But will it ever feel real?
My mother buys all the neutral baby items she sees, and I think "Whoa, what a waste of money, I am not REALLY pregnant." George has the same thing I guess. He sees me come home with some size 3 diapers and his eyes pop out of his head. We won't really have a baby who wears diapers will we?
Speaking of diapers. Cloth diapering. Someone share their knowledge here. What will I need? Where do I get it? What brand do you use? I plan to cloth diaper at home, but when we are out and about, use disposable diapers, because let's face it, who wants me rinsing poopy diapers at their house? Also, do I need one of those attachment thingys for my toilet to rinse the poop off? What are they even called? Are they available at a hardware store? Will my husband think I am crazy if I ask him to attach it and microwave some chocolate chips onto a cloth diaper so I can see just how hard it will be to get poop off a diaper?
I can have these thoughts. Then I think "Pfft! Another daydream." What is wrong with me?
Oh, and this whole pregnancy eating thing, it is weird! I am not a good eater. Pre=pregnancy I ate 1 or 2 meals a day. Now I eat constantly. Within 2 hours of one meal, I am preparing another! If I eat at 11 pm, I will wake up at 3 or 4 am starving! And I have to eat. HAVE TO. George thinks it is funny! Not funny. Annoying. And it isn't like I want food. I just need food. Right now, sooooo not hungry, but I know I have to eat because that evil growling and tumbling is already starting.
What is wrong with me?
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Monday, June 6, 2011
Thursday, June 2, 2011
I have been demoted
I love my job. Well, loved.
The new head teacher left early Wednesday and said "Here is the sunblock, put it on 10 minutes before going outside and sign the kids medical forms saying you put it on." I agreed and did exactly as she said. We went outside where it was 80 degrees, and the kids began to sweat, and were wiped sweat off their face with their arms, and some just let it run down their faces.
Then I looked over at one of my little girls who started to cry. I found no reason for her to keep crying but she kept rubbing her eyes. So, I looked at her sweaty, teary eyed, face and realized her eyes are red and irritated. I took my kids inside and called for help from the director. We rinsed their eyes (by this time 4 of my 6 kids were crying) and washed all the sunblock off their faces and arms. Then the director grabs the sunblock.
Apparently, last week a memo went out to all the head teachers that this particular brand was not sweat proof and water proof and had irritated the preschooler's eyes, so it was NOT to be used.
The director asked me where I found this bottle and I explained that my head teacher had got it out of our medication container and handed it to me. I also explained that it matched what the medical sheets for the kids had said. "Generic Baby Sunblock. Applied to exposed skin as needed." This was Dol.Lar Gen.eral baby sunblock. Obviously generic and it said "Baby" on it.
So, I explained to 3 or the 4 parents what had happened, and they laughed and some even said they had made the same mistake before, no biggie. But the last mom was pissed. Apparently the office said "Oh yeah, the teacher just put too much on her and didn't get it all rubbed in and that is why her eyes are like that." The Director didn't want everyone to know that A) she had used petty cash to buy the sunblock for each room. B) A failure in communication was the reason this sunblock was in our room and C) That the school was in any way at fault. Just the teacher.
This teacher.
So, I got a call this morning. I am off for te next 2 days ("Just so everyone can calm down.") and this mother has requested that I "never work with her child again". Yep, because I am an idiot who can't rub sunblock in and uses too much. Apparently, even though I have been applyng sunblock to people professionally for 6 years, and personally since I could walk, I don't know enough to rub it in.
My coworkers who were not there to witness the truth, are also being told the same thing.
And now, I am a sub. The lowest sub on the totem pole (Which is actually a good thing if it is a real totem pole). Want to know how many people are ahead of me? 31. If 25 teachers can't cover a shift, and 6 other subs can't cover a shift, then I get to work it. I have seen the girl ahead of me maybe 3 times in the 4 months I have been there.
What am I guilty of? Doing what my head teacher told me to do.
Finances.
HA! What finances? We have had to spend all of our savings in the last 2 months. We have NONE. No more. At all. We have exactly $198.74 in our bank. That is checking. Because I had to empty the savings completely this week so we could afford to pay off our debt. We have gone from having $6000 to having $198.74! In 2 months. And now I won't be bringing anything in. Again. I will be lucky to make $100 in one pay period!
Gee, who's real name is George, told me to see about support. I doubt we qualify. If they go by last year we won't. We will be making $30,000 less this year than last year. I have worked for a much lower pay since leaving the evil company and going to the school, and I haven't worked as much, and now I pretty much won't be working at all.
What the hell am I going to do? At this rate, we won't even be able to buy baby things. It will be essentials only. Crib. No changing table. Receiving blankets. No snuggly silky blankets. I probably won't even be able to buy my own kid an outfit at this rate! Screw maternity clothes. If I am not working I might as well stay naked and maybe buy 1 or 2 shirts for when I have to go out. We are so screwed. George's check, is enough to cover the basics, like bills. And cheap cheap cheap, not enough to keep up with my pregnant appetite, groceries. My checks always covered groceries and spending money. If I had to go on bedrest, that is considered temporary disability and at least I would get something!
So, I guess I will fill out a request for assistance at Job and Family services and live off the government for awhile. Because honestly, it is hard enough to find a job around here, let alone find one when you're pregnant.
UGH! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?
The new head teacher left early Wednesday and said "Here is the sunblock, put it on 10 minutes before going outside and sign the kids medical forms saying you put it on." I agreed and did exactly as she said. We went outside where it was 80 degrees, and the kids began to sweat, and were wiped sweat off their face with their arms, and some just let it run down their faces.
Then I looked over at one of my little girls who started to cry. I found no reason for her to keep crying but she kept rubbing her eyes. So, I looked at her sweaty, teary eyed, face and realized her eyes are red and irritated. I took my kids inside and called for help from the director. We rinsed their eyes (by this time 4 of my 6 kids were crying) and washed all the sunblock off their faces and arms. Then the director grabs the sunblock.
Apparently, last week a memo went out to all the head teachers that this particular brand was not sweat proof and water proof and had irritated the preschooler's eyes, so it was NOT to be used.
The director asked me where I found this bottle and I explained that my head teacher had got it out of our medication container and handed it to me. I also explained that it matched what the medical sheets for the kids had said. "Generic Baby Sunblock. Applied to exposed skin as needed." This was Dol.Lar Gen.eral baby sunblock. Obviously generic and it said "Baby" on it.
So, I explained to 3 or the 4 parents what had happened, and they laughed and some even said they had made the same mistake before, no biggie. But the last mom was pissed. Apparently the office said "Oh yeah, the teacher just put too much on her and didn't get it all rubbed in and that is why her eyes are like that." The Director didn't want everyone to know that A) she had used petty cash to buy the sunblock for each room. B) A failure in communication was the reason this sunblock was in our room and C) That the school was in any way at fault. Just the teacher.
This teacher.
So, I got a call this morning. I am off for te next 2 days ("Just so everyone can calm down.") and this mother has requested that I "never work with her child again". Yep, because I am an idiot who can't rub sunblock in and uses too much. Apparently, even though I have been applyng sunblock to people professionally for 6 years, and personally since I could walk, I don't know enough to rub it in.
My coworkers who were not there to witness the truth, are also being told the same thing.
And now, I am a sub. The lowest sub on the totem pole (Which is actually a good thing if it is a real totem pole). Want to know how many people are ahead of me? 31. If 25 teachers can't cover a shift, and 6 other subs can't cover a shift, then I get to work it. I have seen the girl ahead of me maybe 3 times in the 4 months I have been there.
What am I guilty of? Doing what my head teacher told me to do.
Finances.
HA! What finances? We have had to spend all of our savings in the last 2 months. We have NONE. No more. At all. We have exactly $198.74 in our bank. That is checking. Because I had to empty the savings completely this week so we could afford to pay off our debt. We have gone from having $6000 to having $198.74! In 2 months. And now I won't be bringing anything in. Again. I will be lucky to make $100 in one pay period!
Gee, who's real name is George, told me to see about support. I doubt we qualify. If they go by last year we won't. We will be making $30,000 less this year than last year. I have worked for a much lower pay since leaving the evil company and going to the school, and I haven't worked as much, and now I pretty much won't be working at all.
What the hell am I going to do? At this rate, we won't even be able to buy baby things. It will be essentials only. Crib. No changing table. Receiving blankets. No snuggly silky blankets. I probably won't even be able to buy my own kid an outfit at this rate! Screw maternity clothes. If I am not working I might as well stay naked and maybe buy 1 or 2 shirts for when I have to go out. We are so screwed. George's check, is enough to cover the basics, like bills. And cheap cheap cheap, not enough to keep up with my pregnant appetite, groceries. My checks always covered groceries and spending money. If I had to go on bedrest, that is considered temporary disability and at least I would get something!
So, I guess I will fill out a request for assistance at Job and Family services and live off the government for awhile. Because honestly, it is hard enough to find a job around here, let alone find one when you're pregnant.
UGH! WHAT AM I GOING TO DO?
Tuesday, May 31, 2011
Only have a minute
Short post. My mom and step dad are breaking up. They got together 2 weeks after Gee and I got together. I feel like a child who's parents are breaking up. It is awful.
Also, I've decided to come out of the closet. My real name, is Stacey.
More on all of this soon.
Also, I've decided to come out of the closet. My real name, is Stacey.
More on all of this soon.
Tuesday, May 24, 2011
2 minutes later
Just popping back in to say that I just went to get off the couch and noticed my right side is probably 2 inches bigger than my left. I guess we know where the cool place to be is!
Oh, and my boob is leaking. Just lefty. Have to wear a pad. Not cool.
Oh, and my boob is leaking. Just lefty. Have to wear a pad. Not cool.
Did I ask for this?
I love being pregnant. But I can't believe I actually am. That I am nearly 16 weeks, that a BABY will come of this.
Everytime I have some wonderful pregnancy symptom I think I am imagining it. I feel like a liar when I take my prenatals or read a pregnancy book or look into birthing classes. I feel like a faker when I go to the doctor/midwife and hear a heartbeat. Surely there is some mistake, that cannot be from a human being growing inside me?
It feels so strange. Also, I think I am measuring a little above 16 weeks. My uterus has hit my belly button, which THEY say happens around 20 weeks. Although THEY also say that during the 2nd trimester growth tends to be different for each fetus, but can we really we hat far ahead? Is it different because of the miscarriages? Who knows. When it/he/she comes we will be happy.
When we went to the ER for the kidney stones, it was the first time my mother had ever heard my full blown medical history. She knew we had had a miscarriage. She just didn't know we had so many. The following week she went to the doctor with me, and then went to work with me to hand in the paperwork for me to return. She told THEM about our losses. Without even a glance at me. (I don't mind people knowing. I think it is important for people to realize that not everyone gets a positive test and a baby a few months later) We have never discussed the losses. Ever. But she knows now. She didn't ask why we didn't tell her. Hell, the woman knows my bowel movement pattern enough not to call betwen 6pm and 7pm, but she didn't wonder (out loud anyway) why we kept the miscarriages a secret.
I guess some things are easier to talk about to strangers rather than to my mother. She raised me. She held me after break ups, bad grades, mean friends, and everything else, but I just could not look her in the eye and let her know something died inside of me. That my body failed me. Isn't that pretty much how every miscarriage feels? Like your body is a failure. Like you are a failure. So why don't I feel like a success carrying to 16 weeks? Because it means I have 24 to go? I don't know.
After a recent loss at 16 weeks for the writer of a blog I enjoy, I couldn't enjoy 12 weeks. Twelve weeks is not the safe point. Twelve weeks is just making it to first base. You have second and third left before you can even attempt to make it home.
Gee is getting into this baby thing. Reminding me that the baby cannot survive on mashed potatoes alone, that I can't go out and buy new furniture for the bedroom, that I can't replace the carpet throughout the first floor because we have a BABY on the way.
Carpet! Ugh! So, our carpet is old berber carpet from possibly the early 90's. It has stains that allow us to see where the old owners had their furniture. But why replace it? In a year I will have a stain monster running around. In 2 years I will have a toddler running around with leaky sippy cups and dirty poopy diapers. Why would I ever subject new carpet to that? So, when I post a picture of a child playing on stained carpet, don't look at the carpet. Please.
Will I really have a child? Like 18 years of worrying, guiding, helping? I want a baby. I don't want a teenager! My siblings exhaust me enough as it is, and I am not even their parent!
Oh, and now for fun pregnancy symptoms. My nose. My sinus cavity! UGH! One week my nose, face and throat feel fine, the next week I use a box of tissues and run to the bathroom to hack up phlegm. This week is the awful nose week. Next week I will feel fine. It usually starts like yesterday with some congestion. Then on day 2, today, i leak like a faucet, both down the throat and out the nostril. On day 3 I will want to bang on head against the wall due to pressure and have to hold a tissue to my nose all day thanks to SNOT! Then on day 4, I am jhust plugged up, can't sleep, can't breath, and hate life. Day 5 I leak all day, day 6 I start to feel better, day 7 I feel great, which lasts about 7 days. My evil pregnant nose has stayed with this pattern since it started GROWING last month. The BOOKS say my nose will shrink, once again to it's cute button self, but I am doubtful. Right now, I have a schnozz and I don't like it.
I also had to come home from work early today, for another stone. This one must have been small because it only took maybe 8 hours. But who can work when you can't even stand up? My poor toddles, (I am sick of saying toddler and have to spice it up) they wanted snuggled and loved on and carried, but a woman can only do so much when she is experiencing pain that is equal to labor pains. By the way, is this really equal to labor pains? My cysts are worse. More intense, more sharp, this is just a cramp that won't go away. If it came and went (like contractions) I think I could handle it much better than I do my cramps. Gee noticed this.
On our trip home from Kentucky, I had cramps and I would grab his hand (while driving) and squeeze and moan for a minute, then it would feel okay for a bit. I did this for 6 hours. Then got home and started my period within a few days. With the first kidney stone I just moved around trying to get comfortable and bitched a bit. I really didn't want or need to hold anyone's hand, I just wanted someone to notice how much pain I was in and be sympathetic instead of making "it's probably just gas" jokes. So I think I would rather have kidney stones than cysts. If labor feels like cysts, I will probably punch a nurse or two, if it feels like kidney stones, I can tough it out if I get some damn sympathy.
Great birth control idea for teenage girls, give them a kidney stone and cysts at the same time and tell them that is exactly what labor feels like. I would STILL be a virgin if I had both at the same time. No thank you!
Anywho, it is 4 am, and Gee is wrapped up in my blanket freezing under the a/c, and it looks wonderful. I think I might go join him.
Bobi
p.s. What was your favorite and least favorite pregnancy symptom? I think my nose is worse than morning sickness. But my favorite symptom is the cravings. If I want pizza, I get pizza. Hmm Maybe this is why I gained so much weight....
Everytime I have some wonderful pregnancy symptom I think I am imagining it. I feel like a liar when I take my prenatals or read a pregnancy book or look into birthing classes. I feel like a faker when I go to the doctor/midwife and hear a heartbeat. Surely there is some mistake, that cannot be from a human being growing inside me?
It feels so strange. Also, I think I am measuring a little above 16 weeks. My uterus has hit my belly button, which THEY say happens around 20 weeks. Although THEY also say that during the 2nd trimester growth tends to be different for each fetus, but can we really we hat far ahead? Is it different because of the miscarriages? Who knows. When it/he/she comes we will be happy.
When we went to the ER for the kidney stones, it was the first time my mother had ever heard my full blown medical history. She knew we had had a miscarriage. She just didn't know we had so many. The following week she went to the doctor with me, and then went to work with me to hand in the paperwork for me to return. She told THEM about our losses. Without even a glance at me. (I don't mind people knowing. I think it is important for people to realize that not everyone gets a positive test and a baby a few months later) We have never discussed the losses. Ever. But she knows now. She didn't ask why we didn't tell her. Hell, the woman knows my bowel movement pattern enough not to call betwen 6pm and 7pm, but she didn't wonder (out loud anyway) why we kept the miscarriages a secret.
I guess some things are easier to talk about to strangers rather than to my mother. She raised me. She held me after break ups, bad grades, mean friends, and everything else, but I just could not look her in the eye and let her know something died inside of me. That my body failed me. Isn't that pretty much how every miscarriage feels? Like your body is a failure. Like you are a failure. So why don't I feel like a success carrying to 16 weeks? Because it means I have 24 to go? I don't know.
After a recent loss at 16 weeks for the writer of a blog I enjoy, I couldn't enjoy 12 weeks. Twelve weeks is not the safe point. Twelve weeks is just making it to first base. You have second and third left before you can even attempt to make it home.
Gee is getting into this baby thing. Reminding me that the baby cannot survive on mashed potatoes alone, that I can't go out and buy new furniture for the bedroom, that I can't replace the carpet throughout the first floor because we have a BABY on the way.
Carpet! Ugh! So, our carpet is old berber carpet from possibly the early 90's. It has stains that allow us to see where the old owners had their furniture. But why replace it? In a year I will have a stain monster running around. In 2 years I will have a toddler running around with leaky sippy cups and dirty poopy diapers. Why would I ever subject new carpet to that? So, when I post a picture of a child playing on stained carpet, don't look at the carpet. Please.
Will I really have a child? Like 18 years of worrying, guiding, helping? I want a baby. I don't want a teenager! My siblings exhaust me enough as it is, and I am not even their parent!
Oh, and now for fun pregnancy symptoms. My nose. My sinus cavity! UGH! One week my nose, face and throat feel fine, the next week I use a box of tissues and run to the bathroom to hack up phlegm. This week is the awful nose week. Next week I will feel fine. It usually starts like yesterday with some congestion. Then on day 2, today, i leak like a faucet, both down the throat and out the nostril. On day 3 I will want to bang on head against the wall due to pressure and have to hold a tissue to my nose all day thanks to SNOT! Then on day 4, I am jhust plugged up, can't sleep, can't breath, and hate life. Day 5 I leak all day, day 6 I start to feel better, day 7 I feel great, which lasts about 7 days. My evil pregnant nose has stayed with this pattern since it started GROWING last month. The BOOKS say my nose will shrink, once again to it's cute button self, but I am doubtful. Right now, I have a schnozz and I don't like it.
I also had to come home from work early today, for another stone. This one must have been small because it only took maybe 8 hours. But who can work when you can't even stand up? My poor toddles, (I am sick of saying toddler and have to spice it up) they wanted snuggled and loved on and carried, but a woman can only do so much when she is experiencing pain that is equal to labor pains. By the way, is this really equal to labor pains? My cysts are worse. More intense, more sharp, this is just a cramp that won't go away. If it came and went (like contractions) I think I could handle it much better than I do my cramps. Gee noticed this.
On our trip home from Kentucky, I had cramps and I would grab his hand (while driving) and squeeze and moan for a minute, then it would feel okay for a bit. I did this for 6 hours. Then got home and started my period within a few days. With the first kidney stone I just moved around trying to get comfortable and bitched a bit. I really didn't want or need to hold anyone's hand, I just wanted someone to notice how much pain I was in and be sympathetic instead of making "it's probably just gas" jokes. So I think I would rather have kidney stones than cysts. If labor feels like cysts, I will probably punch a nurse or two, if it feels like kidney stones, I can tough it out if I get some damn sympathy.
Great birth control idea for teenage girls, give them a kidney stone and cysts at the same time and tell them that is exactly what labor feels like. I would STILL be a virgin if I had both at the same time. No thank you!
Anywho, it is 4 am, and Gee is wrapped up in my blanket freezing under the a/c, and it looks wonderful. I think I might go join him.
Bobi
p.s. What was your favorite and least favorite pregnancy symptom? I think my nose is worse than morning sickness. But my favorite symptom is the cravings. If I want pizza, I get pizza. Hmm Maybe this is why I gained so much weight....
Friday, May 20, 2011
Friday Night Leftovers The Welcome Back Edition
I am back! Go back a few posts to get caught up. I don't blame you.
My body is still sore. Ugh! UGH! UGH! No one should ever have to work while pregnant.
Let's begin:
- Do you have any of those friends who constantly invite you over to THEIR house, the one 20 miles away, but then won't drive over to your house to pick you up to go out shopping at Old Navy for $1 flip flops? Yes, I get that after gas you aren't really saving any money, but when I drive over every Saturday night to hang out and do nothing with you just for girl time, I expect the same. I drive to this woman's house and drive her out to dinner, drive her to the mall, and all over, but she can't pick me up to go shopping even once? OH EM GEE! She is going garage saling (once a year every town here has giant sales and so we always troll for good crap) in a town 4 miles from me! The next town over! She must not want to hang out with me. Which is mean. There is no other excuse.
- My best friend is amazing. She is making me 10 meals to freeze for when the baby comes. She is going to come make them in October. EXCITED! She is a chef, so I like when she cooks.
- Wore my last remaining pair of non-maternity jeans today. The no-gap waistband ones that were kind of stretchy. They can't stretch that much. I put them on, and felt the reaction.
- Oh, so at 16 weeks they say I can't feel anything. Lies. The way my placenta is, they say I should feel a little bit more tha usual, but I have felt "a little bit" since 11 or 12 weeks. Liars.
That is all I have.
Maybe Danifred has more.
Bobi
Thursday, May 19, 2011
WORK
Work killed me today. The preschoolers are graduating, so they had a carnival. Because the space they held the carnival in was close to my room, they booted us out so they could use our room for some games. Meaning my toddlers, between 19 months and 28 months, got to play in a preschool room that had nt been toddler proofed. Ten toddlers. Chalk. Markers. Little pieces. Scissors. One big comfy teacher chair. (We don't have one in our room so they fought over this nonstop)
My favorite maternity shirt (I have like 3) is covered in chalky handprints. By arms are killing me from lifting. MY BACK! Oh, my! I could hardly get up the stairs to talk to Gee. Yes, it was a slightly more stressful day than usual, but really, I think my body just forgot how to work in the last few weeks.
I am still trying to fix my schedule. I am fooling myself and trying to sleep more than 6 hours at a time. I would like to go to bed at 10, pee at 4, wake up at 730, nap at 9, wake up between 11 and 12, and be at work by 1:30. HA! Doubt it.
I canceled our cable. We have to come up with an amount close to my average monthly income (mine not Gee's) by June 20 in order to settle some past debts. Otherwise, well, I honestly don't know. Not working for 2 weeks is going to hurt. I think I will get an 8 hour paycheck. WOOOOOO!
Anywho, I am obsessed with Californication, and since I didn't cancel my internet, (I still have cable till Monday) I can watch it online. Plus, we have net.flix. An xbox. A library within walking distance. And PUPPIES! (M and A may be turning 4 and 3 on July 18 and August 18 respectively, but they are still PUPPIES!) And summer is coming. I want to spend my morning and evenings in a pool, afternoons at work, and nights sleeping or snuggling with Gee.
Anywho, back to Californication.
Bobi
My favorite maternity shirt (I have like 3) is covered in chalky handprints. By arms are killing me from lifting. MY BACK! Oh, my! I could hardly get up the stairs to talk to Gee. Yes, it was a slightly more stressful day than usual, but really, I think my body just forgot how to work in the last few weeks.
I am still trying to fix my schedule. I am fooling myself and trying to sleep more than 6 hours at a time. I would like to go to bed at 10, pee at 4, wake up at 730, nap at 9, wake up between 11 and 12, and be at work by 1:30. HA! Doubt it.
I canceled our cable. We have to come up with an amount close to my average monthly income (mine not Gee's) by June 20 in order to settle some past debts. Otherwise, well, I honestly don't know. Not working for 2 weeks is going to hurt. I think I will get an 8 hour paycheck. WOOOOOO!
Anywho, I am obsessed with Californication, and since I didn't cancel my internet, (I still have cable till Monday) I can watch it online. Plus, we have net.flix. An xbox. A library within walking distance. And PUPPIES! (M and A may be turning 4 and 3 on July 18 and August 18 respectively, but they are still PUPPIES!) And summer is coming. I want to spend my morning and evenings in a pool, afternoons at work, and nights sleeping or snuggling with Gee.
Anywho, back to Californication.
Bobi
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