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{July 29, 2009}   You wanna know a secret?

I scare my husband’s friends. It has just been confirmed on his forum site. Funny!

{July 28, 2009}   New Pictars!!!!!

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{July 28, 2009}   Squeee!!!

I went to my OB appt today, and witnessed my son acting just like his father. But I think he’s gonna look like Mommy. Bless his heart. My husband won’t be able to deny this child. Yeah, he’s still standing stud, and he’s apparently already found his little pre-equipped toy. And his little tushy needed scratching, cause he took care of that too, while he was in the neighborhood. He was trying to box with us, as well. I saw his little face, he had the hiccups, and he was yawning! Ok, I’m just a little bit proud. My doctor kept asking me if I was relaxing any, and I think I am. Especially now that I can feel him moving. My doctor said I had a big smile when she came in the room, and it just made her day. I guess I am feeling better. I noticed that I was really tired yesterday, and had to take a nap, and I’m feeling tired today, a little too. I was out of breath just walking up the hill to the main building of the hospital. I’m blaming that on the pregnancy, before anyone has any smart comments to make, thank you very much. I’m in perfect shape. Round is a shape. I’ll post pics just as soon as hubby gets home. He’s the one with the picture skills

{July 27, 2009}   So much to do…

So little time. I swept and mopped, loaded the dishwasher and finished the laundry. I still need to vacuum and generally straighten up. There’s garbage that needs taking out, but the YCU is responsible for that. I’m tired of clutter and general junk laying everywhere, but I don’t have places to put everything. Which is asinine, because it’s not like I don’t have a full basement that is half empty. Is this the nesting syndrome taking effect? I’m really restraining myself from calling my aunt and mother to come help me clean up and make this house munchkin-ready. Which is also asinine, because I have approximately 21 weeks to go. Like we won’t completely funk up this house again by then. We’re only saved from slobbiness by the fact that I go around every so often and collect the socks, shoes, yarn, clothes, papers and packaging that litters our life here. I can’t wait for the little one to get big enough to help. Hell yeah! I can make him help, I haven’t figured out the magic words to get the YCU to get off his butt and help yet. Well, I must depart, as I’m holding a demonstration for domestic engineering this afternoon. Contact me for course schedules. (No one’s signed up yet. Possibly, my domestic engineer needs firing.)

He started today. In case you didn’t get it, he got a job. It’s not as much money as before, I don’t think, but some is better than none. And it’ll tide us over till he finds something else. Or he may decide he likes it, who knows. I’m just happy not to have to work so much. It was killing me. And dammit, it was really putting a cramp in my bloggy style. I’m usually much more social than this. You all know that. I was just so damn tired when I got home. Thanks, everyone for thinking of me and being so encouraging. I’m really proud of him. He really is a good guy and a hard worker, and he just doesn’t deserve most of what happens to him. I know I complain a lot here, but it’s mostly me venting frustration at the little things. He really treats me well, and surprisingly, knows just how to handle me and my mood swings most of the time.

In other news, you know how normal women are constipated during pregnancy? Yeah, well, I’m still waiting for that to happen. In fact, I’d kinda like it to happen. A little. You know. Allll these bathroom breaks are getting ridiculous. Nothing else is normal about me, why should this be? I felt him move consistently this week! That’s been fun. Oh, and I think you’ll all be proud of me, I consented to going to the Babies R Expensive this week, and we registered! That was also fun. I was surprised I was so comfortable doing that yet, but it felt kind of liberating. I’ve been so scared for so long that taking a step and beginning to plan and feel hopeful felt nice for a change. And it got my mind off of all the other things going on.

So, this week, I was in Urology. Strange, cause I’m usually in General/Vascular surgery, or Spines. Not my niche, but a nice change. I had this patient who was 62, but looked about 80. Bless her, she must have lived a hard life. She looked like she had prison tattoos. She was cute, though, and had a lot of personality. Sassy. Coming from me, that’s saying something, I think. I asked her if she could move, and I meant onto the OR table, but I don’t think she understood me cause when I asked her to move she said “Move? You mean sexually, or what?” We all burst into laughter, and I then had to try to explain that no, we just wanted her to scootchie over to the other bed. “Oh. Alright.” The things people will say and do under the influence of 6-8 syringe margaritas never cease to amaze me.

Oh, yeah, and my MIL has finally done it. She has pissed me off with her level of interference and inappropriateness that I’ve finally decided that my child will never be in her presence without supervision. And even that will be as infrequent as I can make it. She kept something HUGE and life-altering from my husband, and if you can do that to your own son, I got nothing for ya. She didn’t even deign to explain the situation and try to give him some peace of mind about something he’s been worried sick about for the last, oh, 8 months, at least. How dare she. HOW dare she? Needless to say, I was livid. So, I mean, you know, what if my child was at her house and something happened, you know, injury or whatever, and she just “accidentally” forgot to tell me? I don’t think so. I can’t trust her as far as an elephant can dance the two-step, so she’s deluded if she thinks I’m trusting her with my child.

{July 20, 2009}   Oh, no, no, no.

Attention David Heyman, David Yates, and Steve Kloves. I haven’t been that disappointed in a movie in a long time. If that’s really the best you can do, please find other means of employment. I’m really disgusted. I believed all the hype, and was really excited to see this film, because the sixth book was probably my favorite up till that point. Everyone said “It was the best Potter film yet.” Bullshit. Buuuullllllllshit. It flowed terribly, jumping from one thing to the next with no explanation, very little dialogue, and no keeping with the plot in many instances. It looked as if all three of you picked up the book, flipped through, read 3-4 chapters apiece, and said “Ok, yeah, we’ve got enough to make a movie. No need to get the facts, or really follow the storyline”. People who are huge fans of Star Wars will probably love it, because the special effects were good. I can under stand leaving some parts out, because if you didn’t, the movie would be six hours long. And we just couldn’t have an Oscar winning film length *coughGoneWithTheWindcough* now, could we? That would just be too much trouble. You’d have to have actually read the book and made an effort to bring the actual story, written by J.K. Rowling and not some (apparently) illiterate moron, to life. I feel I wasted my $10 I paid for my ticket, and am now planning to watch the next 2 films when they come out on HBO. I refuse to pad your pockets with any more of my money if you refuse to make any better films than that.

And another thing. Speaking of boys and their constant need for correction in the brainiac department. My husband went out Friday evening, with every promise he’d be back in an hour or two. With his friends. That should have been my 1st clue. I’m awakened at approximately 3am to loud banging in my kitchen. My highly inebriated husband was trying to put his leftover Taco Bell burrito in the refrigerator, and failing miserably, as he looked as if his eyes were crossing. I immediately rectified the situation and shuttled him to bed. Loudly. As in “Where the hell have you been? And just why aren’t you in the bed where you belong?” I swear, they really are like children. I’m gonna have to ground him soon, and take away his car keys. Due to the excessive amounts of libation he’d partaken of, he was quite amorous, but, not to worry, I finally got him to sleep. (No!! Not like that!!) And this isn’t even the stupidest part. Apparently, he wasn’t the only one of his group in this condition, as I found out the next morning. I’d taken my shower, and was sitting in my living room in my bathrobe (thank goodness) when all of a sudden, I hear something scrambling around in my guest bedroom and walking into my kitchen. Remember the guy that has a habit of just walking in if he finds the door unlocked? Yeah, well, he had apparently followed my husband through the door the night before, unbeknownst to my drunken husband, and proceeded to crash in my guest bedroom. And now, here he was SCARING THE HELL OUT OF ME!! What if I’d been doing my usual streaking through the house in search of clothes routine? I had to take the YCU to task for that one too. If people cannot handle their liquor, and must stay the night, it is customary to inform the hostess so as to avoid potentially embarrassing situations!!!!! Bunch o’ morons. I swear, I’m gonna break him. If I have to hobble him with a rope like a gott-damn horse, I’m gonna break him.

{July 14, 2009}   What I did this weekend

It was really exciting. I wish I could have taken a video, just so you could all share in the joy that was mine. It was just soooo amazing! Are you on the edge of your seat yet? I knew you would be. Well, here it is.

I went shopping for maternity bras.

The girls and I had been annoying each other for some time now, so I finally made the decision to expand their living space. You will never guess what size I ended up with. And it’s not really the correct size, because as usual, I had to make do with the next best thing. It was horrendous. Horrid. INSANE. I’m getting good at this build-up thing, aren’t I? Maybe I should stop waxing ecstatic. Build-up? Wax? Geddit? *sigh* I didn’t think so. ANYway. I had to get fitted, as I’ve said before, because I’m a hard fit on a normal day. Well, I was that day, as well. 32F. Uh-huh. Yeah. WTF? And of course, there were, like, two in the whole store. One I tried on still caused the cup to runneth over. And the clerk told me I’d have to order a 32G. Hmmm. Really? I never would have guessed. Well, we’re not ordering anything. I’m not making a special order for something I can’t try on. We’ve been through this before. So, the girls are still confined to close quarters, albeit, much larger than before.

{July 11, 2009}   I read a new book

I really need to work when I’m at work. And only work. And only think about work. I read a book by a certain tv celebrity called Be.lly Lau.ghs. I should never have read this book. I usually can’t read books that dumb down pregnancy and delivery for the masses such as the to Exp.ect…. books, and others, because they get on my nerves, and I have the hardest time trying to decipher what they’re talking about. I’m too medically minded. I get in trouble a lot at home for speaking ‘nurse’. Not that they’re not educational for the masses, but I’ve seen the end result, and in reading pre-natal records for several years, reading your blogs, and having my own delivery experience that I’d really rather forget, I’m to the point that I kinda think I get it. I think I know what to expect. I know what anesthesia people I want already, I know who my nurses are, I even know what they’re gonna say. Well, for a normal delivery, anyway. C-section or otherwise. Whatever. I realize that the only way I know these things is that I worked with them, and I’m a narcissistic control freak. But it’s very comforting for control freaky people like me, and I’m ok with that. However, after reading this book, I had an argument with my husband because it freaked me out to the point of insanity. This book talks about all the things she was afraid that she did wrong the whole time, and her reactions to other people. And in my sane brain (not the placenta-fied one) I know that she didn’t do anything wrong. But people kept coming up to me all day and asking me if I knew she had a son that was autistic. Which I also know has nothing to do with anything, but when my husband accused me of begging out of cleaning the bathroom because I was being lazy, instead of not wanting to breathe the chemicals which can cause birth defects, I flew into orbit. You know, that place I’ve kinda been in and out of for the last few weeks anyway. *sigh* I’m a little bit obsessive. And I think I’ve been repressing some fears that sorta came out of my mouth in a pile of shit I slung at my poor husband along with his pillow and a blanket last night. I apologized, but I don’t know if he’ll ever forget it, or forgive me. It really wasn’t his fault. Although, I’d like it noted that I wasn’t being lazy. Much. I’ve worked too much this week, with no end in sight, I’m not gonna get a maternity leave, I’m not gonna be able to stay home with my child, no word on the job front for my husband, and I can’t figure out how to put someone I work with in her place without making my job more difficult or tattling to the higher ups, or getting accused of “lateral violence.” Yeah, apparently that’s a new buzzword for bullying, standing up for yourself, or generally correcting stupidity. I never knew I was a bully, but apparently, having high expectations of people, voicing them, trying to be nice and get along, and generally trying to make it a nice, safe day for everyone makes me a pushy bitch with rn-itis. This is a buzzword made up many moons ago by people who resent having to work with nurses who they think abuse their power. Apparently, we’re all lazy, bossy, and afraid to get our hands dirty. I missed that memo, I guess. I think I’m a little stressed out. I need a margarita, but I think the doctor’d probably frown on that. *sigh again* Sorry for the radio silence, but I’ve just been too tired when I get home to do more than halfway keep up with all of you, or post myself at all. I did have an appointment with my OB this week, but I can’t post any pics cause my husband’s laptop that is hooked up to the scanner took a shit. And it’s gonna cost $125to fix. So I won’t be posting pics anytime soon. But my SON is a flasher, albeit in utero. I’m so proud.

{July 4, 2009}   Fireworks and sunburns

It was a nice, albeit hot, day. And guess who forgot to put on any sunscreen. Did you guess the only one with huge new Vesuvii and a new round bump? Yeah, you would be correct. And they’re shooting off fireworks and it’s almost 10:00PM. I realize that small children and YCU’s of all ages can’t help themselves when it comes to fireworks, but….(Wait, wait. When did I become such a stick in the mud? Oh, yes. When I got sunburned and knocked up.*sigh*) We went to my dad’s to-do today. He has a pool, so we got to watch my nephew splash and kick in the water. He was thoroughly enjoying himself. Bro was holding him in “Super-Baby” position and the kid was trying to kick and paddle! At only 9 months old!! I knew he was a genius. He can’t be related to me for nothing.;) I even climbed up on the pool floatie without looking too much like a beached whale. And this was in a two-piece, mind you! Hah! I was bustin’ out a little bit, but, all in all, not an embarrassment. Dad’s new wife was irritated that I didn’t say hi immediately when I walked in the door. It wasn’t a slight on purpose, I was just hungry and needed to pee! People who get all offended about stuff like that are just weird. Especially after I chattered with her the whole time. I guess she got over herself, I don’t know. Dad wouldn’t let me say anything to her. I’d’ve apologized. I’m not real fond of the whole “new significant other” thing, but whatever. If I have to coddle her and tip-toe around her, well, I think you all can guess how long that’s gonna last. I got no problem telling my own dad he’s an idiot, does she honestly think I’ll hold back with her? Hmmph. After all, I did ask what had been going on with them lately. I could have ignored her completely and just talked to Dad, but I deigned to include her. I think after everything that has happened on the parental front the last couple of years, I’m conducting myself quite nicely. But I will throw a fit if need be. Stay tuned.

{July 3, 2009}   Did nothing today.

Did laundry, and crocheted, and ate. Watched some tv. That’s it. Will probably do more nothing tomorrow.

et cetera