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

Update

My computer is somewhere 2000 miles away. They said it will be home by September at the latest. That feels like forever. Or felt like forever until I marked down the days for midwife appointments and realized it's only 2 doctor appointments away. Which made me realize that Huddy's arrival is only 8 doctor appointments away. EeEeEeEeK!

I am now 25 weeks. Very exciting. I finally spoke with my midwife about the sleeping situation and she said I should try going to see a chiropractor, that it can do wonders for a pregnancy. I used to work as a Chiropractic Assistant, so I know a thing or two, and decided it was a good option for us. BOY! I am glad I did. I sleep so much better afterwards. Mind you, the first week I got a massage for 10 minutes afterwards. AMAZING! Then we realized neither of our insurance will pay for massage therapy. So I get adjusted and then kicked out now. I miss the massage.

Belly bonding. This belly and I, we have a bond. I regularly giggle over the antics going on in there. Now that Huddy is a big old boy, he kicks. Hard enough to be felt by friends. My husband? He tried at first and swore he couldn't feel anything, and now he won't even try. He won't talk to the belly, rarely touches it, won't massage it, nothing. Should I be concerned? He keeps saying he has a lifetime to bond with his child, but how do I know he won't say that in 3 months when Huddy is here? Or in a year?

Work and being the only provider is stressing him out. Honestly, I imagined pregnancy to be a time to relax, and instead it has been one of the most stressful times of my life. I worry constantly. If it can go wrong, it has gone wrong. Hot water tank, my car, George's car, computer, laptop, kidney stones, work, etc. I am going crazy. And speaking of crazy, since we got rid of our cable to save money, unless it is on netflix, I can't watch it. I have watched almost all of netflix. At least what I can stand. So, I read. I have read every book in our house at least once, and most at least twice. So now I am reading books I don't even enjoy for the third time out of boredom.

Friends finally popped back up. One flew home from Hawaii, one randomly decided to call me, and one randomly text me. Still mad about the one who text and the one who called. HELLO, It's been forever.

Anywho, free concert tonight (my mother got tickets from work) and I am going with the belly. He hated fireworks. I almost feel bad. Plus, I dont want to damage his hearing before birth. I am hoping being low down and blocked by the 8-10 rows in front of us will protect him. If he hates it too much, I will just hang out outside.

Stacey

Huddy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Stacey