Just want to apologize for my last blog. I was very upset. I'm over it now, thankfully.
I have a 5 (almost 6) year old stepson but we don't have custody. Joe and I began dating when Z was 6 months old, so he doesn't remember life before me. I've had a little practice with babies, but not infants. I wouldn't hold Z til he was 8 or 9 months old. I've never been around kids as I was the youngest of 2 and my cousins were all older than me.
I am in my third trimester with my first child. My pregnancy has been relatively easy (except for that sciatic nerve pain early on) and I'm doing well. I started out a size 18 so my doctor didn't want me to gain more than 25 lbs, if possible. I am midway through week 29 and have gained 14 lbs. I am obsessed with my weight (always have been, even when I was a skinny size 3 in high school) but now that I'm pregnant I really want this baby to be healthy. I've not over-indulged in junk food or anything and much of my pre-prego fat has gone away. I've commented frequently that "This baby is better than lipo!!" because my belly has rounded out front and I've noticed slightly slimmer areas elsewhere. So that part is good.
I've passed all blood tests, no major weight gain, no excessive swelling of feet or hands (thankfully), and I seem to be doing well. I haven't been overly bitchy, but I have been clingy. If I have a mood swing, it's more of a sadness and nervousness. I try to keep these to myself because I know I over-analyze and worry about things that are ridiculous.
My due date is May 13th, but my u/s says May 1st and my mom said both my brother and me came 2-3 weeks early. I'm nervous about having a vaginal delivery. I have heard about the "poop bag" and that really grosses me out. I also wonder if I will stretch out so much that I won't ever be able to enjoy sex again. (Sorry if TMI) I really want to breastfeed but have heard that having large breasts can really complicate that.
Sometimes I sit in the nursery and enjoy the serenity of it. I love the decor and I am very comfortable in there. Occasionally my husband will come in and sit in there with me and we don't have to say anything. I'm really proud of what we've accomplished together. We've endured a lot of adversity and we've made it through with a nice house, a baby we have created together (that I can't wait to meet), and each other. I am thankful for all of this, as I consider myself very lucky. I wanted to be pregnant for so long and now that I am, I love it. I guess I'm one of the few that enjoys being pregnant. (My neighbor says the 3rd trimester will change that. ha!) I enjoy knowing that there is a life growing inside of me and that I am responsible for it.
Today I am just exhausted. The last week or so I've just wanted to do nothing but sleep. I'll pass up food for a comfy bed and a quiet, dark room. A friend of mine who had a baby almost 3 months ago said the third trimester will be a very trying time, but it's all worth it in the end. Can I just sleep through it? Let me hibernate for the next 2.5 months and I'll be ready when Bayley makes her grand entrance. But no, I have to go to work. My job isn't stressful, but it's that I have to sit in a brightly lit office and be awake. And sit upright.
Sorry for the long post. I don't really have anything to say. I'm just surprised I stayed awake this long and could focus on getting something done. And I have 74ish more days until the REAL work comes.
Friday, February 29, 2008
Thursday, February 28, 2008
I HATE our joke of a legal system.
I am so mad I can't see straight. I'm shaking and I'm bound to make up some cuss words. So if you don't want to read some MAJOR CUSSING and COMPLAINING, then just stop now. Seriously.
You were warned.
So some asshole stole my purse in December, two weeks before Christmas. The cops told me there was nothing they could do because it wasn't worth their time to track down a purse snatcher. I filed a police report, closed my checking account, cancelled debit cards, put fraud alerts on my credit reports, etc. We changed all the deadbolts on our house and bought the Club for our cars. Yes, he possibly had my car keys too. He dumped my purse in the trash in the men's restroom in the building where I worked. The housekeeper said he was about 5'7" or 5'8", black and had weird eyes. There has been a rash of thefts here where I work. It's someone who doesn't work here but knows what they're doing. And apparently knows that no one will bother to come after them.
The next morning, the fraud dept at the bank calls us to ask if we'd tried to use our debit card. No, it was stolen. Duh. So the guy had tried to use it at a gas station and it was denied. No one wanted to see the video surveillance of the guy at the gas station. I asked and was told by the police that the bank would have to request it. And the bank said it wasn't a big deal. TO THEM, maybe.
A month later we get a letter from a collection agency for a check that was written to a grocery store we never shop at in a town we definitely never shop in for groceries. They said if we didn't write the check, we should send in a copy of the police report and an affadavit of forgery from the bank. I did. And then I get another nasty letter from them saying they're going to turn us into the police if I don't submit the documents. HELLO! I DID! They didn't take care of it and instead turned it over to a police department several towns away for violation of the hot check law. I didn't know this until yesterday afternoon when I get home from work and there is a letter in the mail stating that there is a WARRANT OUT for my husband FOR HIS ARREST. They don't tell you what check or anything, just that it's a Hot Check violation. So I call and call and call at 6pm and finally talk to someone. They said, "Bring that documentation to the police dept and they can talk to him."
So Joe misses work today to go "talk" to them. Apparently, providing all that isn't enough. He had to fill out paperwork and THEY TOOK HIS FUCKING PICTURE LIKE HE WAS A FUCKING CRIMINAL!!! Then he was scheduled to go to COURT in April for an arraignment. This means he says "Hey, I'm not guilty." Then they schedule ANOTHER FUCKING COURT DATE. Is THIS why our court systems are SO FUCKING BACKED UP?!?!? And THIS is how we SPEND OUR TAX DOLLARS?!!?!?!? Give me a freaking break.
So the second court date is for Joe to provide handwriting samples and whatever other bullshit the judge feels necessary. Then the judge decides if Joe is guilty or if the case will be dismissed. That probably won't happen til months later. Bayley will have been born by then and we'll have to celebrate her birthday in court. No wonder these jerkoffs steal purses all the time. No one cares enough to DO something about it.
And to top all of this off, he's missing at least 3 days of work for it and those are days he could be using to take care of Bayley this summer until my cousin can watch her. So now we're going to be out that money for daycare that we can't afford.
I know I need to calm down because I'm very pregnant. I don't need my BP to spike and hurt the baby. But I'm just SO sick and tired of stupid shit happening to us. We're good people who rescue animals, pay our bills, help recycle and clean up the environment, take care of our families and friends when they need something, and we work hard for what we get and take care of it once we have it. We are good neighbors and we watch out for all the kids in the neighborhood when we're outside. We help people out when we can, although we don't make a lot of money so paying our bills takes up most of our money. But we DO help by lending a hand or our time. And THIS is how we are repaid. I just deleted a bunch of things that we go through because it has NOTHING to do with this check thing and I was just venting. I'm tired of all the stupid bullshit that happens to us. Pure and simple.
I realize I'm probably over-reacting because of my hormones. Joe called me to check on me and I couldn't stop crying. He kept saying, "Honey, it's okay. We'll get through this. It's not a big deal. At least I got out of work for the rest of the day to go paddle (kayak). " It SO sucks. And I feel like a big blubbering baby for sitting here at my desk crying. I know things could be MUCH worse and I'm thankful I at least have what I do have. I'm very fortunate. I'm just pissed. And apparently Bayley feels badly for me cause she has finally stopped kicking me in the ribs.
You were warned.
So some asshole stole my purse in December, two weeks before Christmas. The cops told me there was nothing they could do because it wasn't worth their time to track down a purse snatcher. I filed a police report, closed my checking account, cancelled debit cards, put fraud alerts on my credit reports, etc. We changed all the deadbolts on our house and bought the Club for our cars. Yes, he possibly had my car keys too. He dumped my purse in the trash in the men's restroom in the building where I worked. The housekeeper said he was about 5'7" or 5'8", black and had weird eyes. There has been a rash of thefts here where I work. It's someone who doesn't work here but knows what they're doing. And apparently knows that no one will bother to come after them.
The next morning, the fraud dept at the bank calls us to ask if we'd tried to use our debit card. No, it was stolen. Duh. So the guy had tried to use it at a gas station and it was denied. No one wanted to see the video surveillance of the guy at the gas station. I asked and was told by the police that the bank would have to request it. And the bank said it wasn't a big deal. TO THEM, maybe.
A month later we get a letter from a collection agency for a check that was written to a grocery store we never shop at in a town we definitely never shop in for groceries. They said if we didn't write the check, we should send in a copy of the police report and an affadavit of forgery from the bank. I did. And then I get another nasty letter from them saying they're going to turn us into the police if I don't submit the documents. HELLO! I DID! They didn't take care of it and instead turned it over to a police department several towns away for violation of the hot check law. I didn't know this until yesterday afternoon when I get home from work and there is a letter in the mail stating that there is a WARRANT OUT for my husband FOR HIS ARREST. They don't tell you what check or anything, just that it's a Hot Check violation. So I call and call and call at 6pm and finally talk to someone. They said, "Bring that documentation to the police dept and they can talk to him."
So Joe misses work today to go "talk" to them. Apparently, providing all that isn't enough. He had to fill out paperwork and THEY TOOK HIS FUCKING PICTURE LIKE HE WAS A FUCKING CRIMINAL!!! Then he was scheduled to go to COURT in April for an arraignment. This means he says "Hey, I'm not guilty." Then they schedule ANOTHER FUCKING COURT DATE. Is THIS why our court systems are SO FUCKING BACKED UP?!?!? And THIS is how we SPEND OUR TAX DOLLARS?!!?!?!? Give me a freaking break.
So the second court date is for Joe to provide handwriting samples and whatever other bullshit the judge feels necessary. Then the judge decides if Joe is guilty or if the case will be dismissed. That probably won't happen til months later. Bayley will have been born by then and we'll have to celebrate her birthday in court. No wonder these jerkoffs steal purses all the time. No one cares enough to DO something about it.
And to top all of this off, he's missing at least 3 days of work for it and those are days he could be using to take care of Bayley this summer until my cousin can watch her. So now we're going to be out that money for daycare that we can't afford.
I know I need to calm down because I'm very pregnant. I don't need my BP to spike and hurt the baby. But I'm just SO sick and tired of stupid shit happening to us. We're good people who rescue animals, pay our bills, help recycle and clean up the environment, take care of our families and friends when they need something, and we work hard for what we get and take care of it once we have it. We are good neighbors and we watch out for all the kids in the neighborhood when we're outside. We help people out when we can, although we don't make a lot of money so paying our bills takes up most of our money. But we DO help by lending a hand or our time. And THIS is how we are repaid. I just deleted a bunch of things that we go through because it has NOTHING to do with this check thing and I was just venting. I'm tired of all the stupid bullshit that happens to us. Pure and simple.
I realize I'm probably over-reacting because of my hormones. Joe called me to check on me and I couldn't stop crying. He kept saying, "Honey, it's okay. We'll get through this. It's not a big deal. At least I got out of work for the rest of the day to go paddle (kayak). " It SO sucks. And I feel like a big blubbering baby for sitting here at my desk crying. I know things could be MUCH worse and I'm thankful I at least have what I do have. I'm very fortunate. I'm just pissed. And apparently Bayley feels badly for me cause she has finally stopped kicking me in the ribs.
Wednesday, February 27, 2008
No More Arctic Sponge Baths!
Yay for hot water!! I got home yesterday around 5:30, thinking Joe and his dad would have the water heater installed and running. Not so much. The pipes that lead to the water heater were not welding together correctly or something. Long story short, Joe's dad left around 9pm and said we could use it last night and this morning, but to let him know if they're still leaking this afternoon. I was too exhausted to take a hot shower or a warm bath last night. We put Z to bed (sponged his dirty face..ha) and Joe took a shower. I just went to bed. Sooo sleepy. This morning Z got his bath and I got my warm shower. Too tired to take a hot one. I was pretty groggy.
Yesterday when I got home it was effin cold!! So I changed out of my not so warm work clothes and put on the comfiest pjs I had: red and pink striped fleece pj pants, a red fleece pullover, pink and white striped fuzzy socks, and red fluffy slippers. I walked into the garage and Joe hugged me and said, "You look like a pregnant candy cane." hahah. I think his descriptions of me are cute and most women say, "I'd kick him for calling me that!!" but I think they're cute. I guess because I know he's not being mean -- it's his way of telling me I look cute. It's like him calling me "my little pregapotamus." I get a good laugh out of that one.
Last night I was getting Z's homework out of his backpack and noticed his coat was REALLY heavy. I had wondered why he didn't want to wear it while he was outside, but I just put more layers on him. Anyway, there is a large zippered pocket in the back of his coat and I opened it up to find two things of glue in there. WTH?? Why would he bring home glue? I gave them to Joe and he asked Z why there were two things of glue in his coat. Z immediately started crying and said he didn't know. Of course not. So I'm stifling a laugh and Joe has this confused look on his face like "why glue??" Anyway, we told him to take it back to his teacher first thing in the morning and apologize for his mistake, that we KNEW he wasn't stealing (semi-stern look) and he wouldn't do it again (turn head so he won't see you laugh).
He also said a friend tore up his "good note" so I had to email his teacher to ask about that. Each day they bring home a good or bad note...and for a few weeks he was tearing up his bad note and dispensing of it before he got home. He ended up being grounded for a week because his behavior was OUT. OF. CONTROL. at school AND at home. Well, as out of control as a 5 year old knows how. ha.
Is this the same kid that brought home the glue??
If you have kids, do they bring home odd things?? Or are they trying to be sneaky now?
Yesterday when I got home it was effin cold!! So I changed out of my not so warm work clothes and put on the comfiest pjs I had: red and pink striped fleece pj pants, a red fleece pullover, pink and white striped fuzzy socks, and red fluffy slippers. I walked into the garage and Joe hugged me and said, "You look like a pregnant candy cane." hahah. I think his descriptions of me are cute and most women say, "I'd kick him for calling me that!!" but I think they're cute. I guess because I know he's not being mean -- it's his way of telling me I look cute. It's like him calling me "my little pregapotamus." I get a good laugh out of that one.
Last night I was getting Z's homework out of his backpack and noticed his coat was REALLY heavy. I had wondered why he didn't want to wear it while he was outside, but I just put more layers on him. Anyway, there is a large zippered pocket in the back of his coat and I opened it up to find two things of glue in there. WTH?? Why would he bring home glue? I gave them to Joe and he asked Z why there were two things of glue in his coat. Z immediately started crying and said he didn't know. Of course not. So I'm stifling a laugh and Joe has this confused look on his face like "why glue??" Anyway, we told him to take it back to his teacher first thing in the morning and apologize for his mistake, that we KNEW he wasn't stealing (semi-stern look) and he wouldn't do it again (turn head so he won't see you laugh).
He also said a friend tore up his "good note" so I had to email his teacher to ask about that. Each day they bring home a good or bad note...and for a few weeks he was tearing up his bad note and dispensing of it before he got home. He ended up being grounded for a week because his behavior was OUT. OF. CONTROL. at school AND at home. Well, as out of control as a 5 year old knows how. ha.
Is this the same kid that brought home the glue??
If you have kids, do they bring home odd things?? Or are they trying to be sneaky now?
Tuesday, February 26, 2008
Icicles in My Hair.
I got home last night and hubby said our water heater was leaking. We have to get a new one. Ever tried to boil water on your stove to add to FREEZING @$$ COLD water in the bathtub? It DOES NOT CHANGE THE TEMPERATURE AT ALL!! I couldn't even put my feet in the water without them freezing off. So I had to lean my big ol' 7 month pregger self over the tub and wash my hair with a cup. I about DIED. So then I didn't have time to heat any water for a warm sponge bath after I recovered from the shock of washing my hair in Arctic-temperature water, so I had to use that same EFFIN COLD water.
Thankfully my hubby works 5:30am to 2pm and doesn't have class today, so he will be shopping for a new water heater with his dad who will be helping him install it today. I just looked online and they are $300 at the minimum!!! So much for saving our stupid tax refund for daycare this summer. Hmph.
And to add salt to my wound... I am going to the doctor today to find out I've gained a million pounds (or so I feel like).
I think I'm going to eat my second Lean Pocket of the morning. I've earned it! heh.
Thankfully my hubby works 5:30am to 2pm and doesn't have class today, so he will be shopping for a new water heater with his dad who will be helping him install it today. I just looked online and they are $300 at the minimum!!! So much for saving our stupid tax refund for daycare this summer. Hmph.
And to add salt to my wound... I am going to the doctor today to find out I've gained a million pounds (or so I feel like).
I think I'm going to eat my second Lean Pocket of the morning. I've earned it! heh.
Monday, February 25, 2008
I'm a Beeyotch.
Was sick all weekend and felt like crap. Sinus/allergy stuff...and couldn't take anything but Sudafed and Benadryl. Feel better now, though. Thank goodness. Now hubby is sick. :(
I was at Target checking out on Saturday and had an odd conversation with the cashier.
Cashier: Oh, someone must be pregnant!
Me: Yeah, me.
Cashier (with funny look on her face): You don't look pregnant.
Me: Yeah, guess you need to see my belly.
Cashier: I saw you walk up... you don't look pregnant. Really.
Me (laughing): I'm 7 months and I feel like a hippo. But some of this baby stuff is also for a baby shower I'm going to tomorrow.
Cashier: Well, you really don't look pregnant. How funny!
I smiled as I left until I realized she must think I was just FAT. I've made no secret of my being overweight before getting knocked up, so it's not like I am tiny elsewhere.
At least no strangers have tried to touch my belly yet. I think I'd take them out if they did.
I almost came unglued Sunday evening. Joe took Z to the bathroom at Hastings and left me to rent his movies for him. My purse was stolen back in December so I didn't have my membership card. I gave her my license and my old account came up from when I lived in Fayetteville, going to school. The account was suspended so she was updating my info. She mouthed off when I wouldn't give her my work number. I said, "I'm sorry, I work for the state. And they don't like us to give out our work numbers." She was probably in her 40s and was "In Training" and R O L L E D H E R E Y E S at me. SERIOUSLY!! She said, "I worked for the state for 10 years. Where do you work?" I told her and she just smirked. I said, "Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not giving out a work number for a late video." Then she says I have late charges on two movies I've never even heard of...from 2004!!! I said, "I won't pay those late fees, as I've never heard of those movies. You can delete this account and I'll just have my husband come rent these movies on his account. They're for him anyway." She then calls a manager. My husband and Z walk up about that time and he doesn't ever remember renting those movies either. So we're waiting and waiting and waiting. She then reaches over her register to tickle Z and say, "Well, you didn't confess!!" He sort of laughed but you could tell he was a little uncomfy. I almost came U.N.G.L.U.E.D. I do NOT appreciate strangers (especially RUDE ones) touching my stepson. I held my tongue and went to the restroom to avoid making any snide remarks. I came back and she STILL hadn't finished with my husband. I grumbled, "We're late (for the baby shower) so I'm going to the car." I huffed out and Joe and Z followed a few mins later. (*()*W#&%R#@
I think I'm getting bitchy. Heh.
I was at Target checking out on Saturday and had an odd conversation with the cashier.
Cashier: Oh, someone must be pregnant!
Me: Yeah, me.
Cashier (with funny look on her face): You don't look pregnant.
Me: Yeah, guess you need to see my belly.
Cashier: I saw you walk up... you don't look pregnant. Really.
Me (laughing): I'm 7 months and I feel like a hippo. But some of this baby stuff is also for a baby shower I'm going to tomorrow.
Cashier: Well, you really don't look pregnant. How funny!
I smiled as I left until I realized she must think I was just FAT. I've made no secret of my being overweight before getting knocked up, so it's not like I am tiny elsewhere.
At least no strangers have tried to touch my belly yet. I think I'd take them out if they did.
I almost came unglued Sunday evening. Joe took Z to the bathroom at Hastings and left me to rent his movies for him. My purse was stolen back in December so I didn't have my membership card. I gave her my license and my old account came up from when I lived in Fayetteville, going to school. The account was suspended so she was updating my info. She mouthed off when I wouldn't give her my work number. I said, "I'm sorry, I work for the state. And they don't like us to give out our work numbers." She was probably in her 40s and was "In Training" and R O L L E D H E R E Y E S at me. SERIOUSLY!! She said, "I worked for the state for 10 years. Where do you work?" I told her and she just smirked. I said, "Well, I'm sorry, but I'm not giving out a work number for a late video." Then she says I have late charges on two movies I've never even heard of...from 2004!!! I said, "I won't pay those late fees, as I've never heard of those movies. You can delete this account and I'll just have my husband come rent these movies on his account. They're for him anyway." She then calls a manager. My husband and Z walk up about that time and he doesn't ever remember renting those movies either. So we're waiting and waiting and waiting. She then reaches over her register to tickle Z and say, "Well, you didn't confess!!" He sort of laughed but you could tell he was a little uncomfy. I almost came U.N.G.L.U.E.D. I do NOT appreciate strangers (especially RUDE ones) touching my stepson. I held my tongue and went to the restroom to avoid making any snide remarks. I came back and she STILL hadn't finished with my husband. I grumbled, "We're late (for the baby shower) so I'm going to the car." I huffed out and Joe and Z followed a few mins later. (*()*W#&%R#@
I think I'm getting bitchy. Heh.
Thursday, February 21, 2008
Evil Breastpump.
Yesterday my breastpump that I "won" (heh) on eBay had arrived on my doorstep. My hubby got home before me so he figures that since MY name is on the box HE can open it. What if it had been a gift for him? Nosey butt. Anyway, how does he decide to tell me it has arrived? He called me and said, "Hey, I pumped my breasts but only got a cup." GROSS.
And when I got home, I looked through the stuff and was overwhelmed with all the pieces and attachments and what goes where. Good lord. I mean, it's used so it's not all in original packaging but everything was VERY clean and sterilized and they gave me extras of things. Stuff that didn't come with the pump, even. And I'm not sure if an "instruction manual" exists, but it has something to that effect. It's this pretty big booklet but then I realize 1/3 is in Spanish and 1/3 is in French. The first 1/3 is all I need to look at. I read over it and felt REALLY stupid. I mean, I was a good student in school... like a million years ago. So now I feel really dumb and overwhelmed. I took it all back to the nursery and left it there. I figure with the lights out and the door closed it won't look at me, all menacing and such.
And when I got home, I looked through the stuff and was overwhelmed with all the pieces and attachments and what goes where. Good lord. I mean, it's used so it's not all in original packaging but everything was VERY clean and sterilized and they gave me extras of things. Stuff that didn't come with the pump, even. And I'm not sure if an "instruction manual" exists, but it has something to that effect. It's this pretty big booklet but then I realize 1/3 is in Spanish and 1/3 is in French. The first 1/3 is all I need to look at. I read over it and felt REALLY stupid. I mean, I was a good student in school... like a million years ago. So now I feel really dumb and overwhelmed. I took it all back to the nursery and left it there. I figure with the lights out and the door closed it won't look at me, all menacing and such.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Fumbling around Red-Faced.
Have you ever gone to pay for something and your card was declined for whatever reason? Or you didn't have the cash to pay for it? And they don't take checks? That happened to me today. Very embarassing. Cafeteria at work. I set my things aside, saying I'd be right back and rushed down to my desk to realize I don't have that cash stash anymore. AAAHHH.
At least I wasn't standing in line at the grocery store with a VERY FULL basket of groceries with twenty people behind me.
I was half watching American Idol last night while cooking dinner and I must say that the guy with the dreadlocks has the cutest face. Seems a little nerdy, but as long as he sings and plays guitar and doesn't make goofy jokes I'm okay with him. He looks a lot like John Travolta in the face. I missed several of the guys in the middle. I did see the Jailhouse Rock Sanjaya Wannabe. Ugh. Not another season with a beautifully-coiffed tinkerbell. I don't mind a feminine guy or a gay man... but this guy just makes my skin crawl. I missed the kid who had the vocal cord problems before his audition, the one Simon says "has it." He's SO cute. I just wanna pinch his cheeks. My husband who will tell you AI is gay and he never watches it... was hooked last night. Sucker. And he even moved to another chair at the dinner table so he wouldn't miss anything.
At least I wasn't standing in line at the grocery store with a VERY FULL basket of groceries with twenty people behind me.
I was half watching American Idol last night while cooking dinner and I must say that the guy with the dreadlocks has the cutest face. Seems a little nerdy, but as long as he sings and plays guitar and doesn't make goofy jokes I'm okay with him. He looks a lot like John Travolta in the face. I missed several of the guys in the middle. I did see the Jailhouse Rock Sanjaya Wannabe. Ugh. Not another season with a beautifully-coiffed tinkerbell. I don't mind a feminine guy or a gay man... but this guy just makes my skin crawl. I missed the kid who had the vocal cord problems before his audition, the one Simon says "has it." He's SO cute. I just wanna pinch his cheeks. My husband who will tell you AI is gay and he never watches it... was hooked last night. Sucker. And he even moved to another chair at the dinner table so he wouldn't miss anything.
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