Friday, December 16, 2005

I Never Say No to Shopping...

If you know me, you know that I NEVER say no to shopping... unless I'm dying or something of the equivalent. Lately, with my uncooperative body, I've strayed from the usual "let's go shop!" attitude. Today however, I told Jason I'd go shopping with him because today was one of the only opportunities he's had to get some shopping done for his family. BIG MISTAKE.

We decided Cost Plus World Market would be a great place to start. I personally like that store and can find really cool cooking/baking supplies there. Jason wanted to buy some wine and cheese to send out to his family, so off we went. I was actually excited to go because I was feeling pretty good, and I didn't have to waddle around. (I look like a penguin with a medicine ball attached to my belly). Things were going great at first... Jason found really good wine and beer, we found cheeses and crackers, I found REALLY good candy. I was about to show Jason the huge box of Ghiradelli chocolates they had on sale (yummy!), then some lady pushed her cart into my back. I yelped like my dog does when she gets scared. Then I had another one of those false contraction things again that hurt like a bitch.

It was okay at first, but the pain kept lingering on for what seemed like an hour. Luckily, we were by the Holiday Tablescape display, so I had a comfy chair to sit on. Normally, I'd be okay, but the lady who hit me didn't say anything... not even an, "Oh.. sorry". So I got mad. Actually, I got really mad. Not only because she hit me with her cart, not only because she didn't apologize, but with the trail of events with the cart and contractions, baby moved and made it hurt for me to walk, causing me to turn into the penguin with medicine ball.

So what did I do? Was I mature? No. I took the cart, found her, and hit her with my cart. She looked back at me with huge eyes and expected me to say something, but I stared back at her with a "What, bitch?" look. Jason was so embarassed, but had to laugh in the end. Normally I'd blow it off and call the lady a weenie, but today was different.

In hindsight I suppose I could have handled the situation better... :)

Thursday, December 15, 2005

Almost Done!

The Update

So the bun in the oven has about a week and a half till he's off to the cooling rack. My back is killing me, and my kidneys hurt from all the kicking. I think baby likes kicking the squishy kidney. Perhaps I will take up that habit when I'm done with this pregnancy. :) I could make a sport out of it.

Monday, December 12, 2005

Bad Dream!!!

Matt, from the awesome blog, Chip Chat reminded me of that horrible horrible dream I had the other day, so I've decided to share with y'all.
This is how it went....
I was sitting at home, watching TV with my doggie, Ginger. I felt baby kicking me, which is very common nowadays, so I thought nothing of it, until Ginger started barking at me and freaking out. I didn't know what was going on, because normally she's really tame and just kicks it with me. I looked around, thinking maybe there was a bug on the wall or she had to pee or something, then I looked down at my belly and saw how it was moving. Baby was kicking so hard, you could see his/her footprint bulging out of my belly. I was like, "What the hell??". I sat still, in shock, not knowing what to do. After the pain subsided, the FOOT BROKE THROUGH MY BELLY! Out was a tiny foot and blood gushed onto the floor. I flipped out. I screamed and woke up, also waking Jason up in the process. He asked me what was wrong... if I was in pain...if I needed to go to the hospital... and all I could say was, "He kicked me so hard his foot penetrated through my skin and I was bleeding and I think I was gonna die and it hurt and now I'm freaked out and I don't know what to do and...." that sentence went on for about 2 minutes and Jason stared at me until he laughed.
I ended up going back to sleep but only with Jason's arms around my belly just in case baby tried to kick his way out. :)

I'm on Lockdown!

Today was window installation day. I had no idea how much work goes into installing/replacing windows. On the other hand, I had forgotten how many windows are in this house. (18, + 2 sliding glass doors)

Since I was the only one home, for the exception of my dog and 2 cats, I was the designated one to let the window men into the house. I woke up bright and early at 6:30am and the work commenced. I was shocked when I saw 3 truckloads of men! (Maybe getting up that early wasn't that bad of an idea.) Each one greeted me at the door and went to work.

So yeah, I woke up at 6:30am, and they left at 7:45pm. Holy crap.. who knew it would take THAT long with THAT many people working on windows?

I had my whole day planned today. I was going to wake up, get ready for more holiday shopping (almost done!), do some grocery shopping, walk the dog, clean the house, get my car washed, and make dinner. Yeah... I woke up, made some coffee, and was banned from leaving the house because everyone else in the family had to either be at work or had some other prior engagement to attend to. Boo. So now everyone is back in the house and I still can't leave because my Mom has forbidden me from leaving the house after dusk. (Why... because the vampires might eat me???) Normally, I'd just go, but she's been so protective lately, especially since I'll be giving birth within the next 2 weeks, so I stayed.

Yes... I'm bored, but at least the windows are nice. :)