Why are we here?

Plastic... Assholes.

This is one of my favorite Carlin performances. Happy Earth Day!

I killed someone last night - well... this morning.

I have only had my car stolen 1 time. Considering how many cars I have owned, that is pretty good! I keep dreaming about my car being stolen. What is interesting to me is that dream me is keeping a tally of how many dream cars have been stolen.

Often I will head out to the parking lot of wherever I was dreaming I was at - like school or a concert, and try to remember when I left my car and finally realize that it was stolen which REALLY upsets me because I JUST had do deal with this with my last car! I usually throw this huge fit, stomp around, scream and cry at the top of my lungs, and call the police. As usual it is very difficult to call the police, because I can never dial correctly in my dreams.

So, this morning another car was stolen. I couldn't even remember which car I was using at this time because my last car was stolen just last week and I simply can't keep track of what car I was driving before it was stolen, but regardless... it was gone. I pitch my fit, realize that this time I know who stole the car because the police are already there and they tell me and of course can't do anything about it so I decided to end this shit once and for all.

My dreams have become quite predictable.

I hunt this guy down in this big house which is built like a maze (as usual in my dreams) and finally corner him in a small room and I think I actually dodged some bullets but anyway I get him on the floor and I'm on top of him and I decide to strangle him to death to stop the madness of car thieving.

This was a very premeditated kind of murder. I was not really angry at this point - just determined. Normally my rage would make me want to slam someones head into the concrete floor until my animal rage was satisfied but this time I was just trying to figure out how to strangle the guy most efficiently. He looked like the DEA guy from Breaking Bad. Anyway, I kept trying different holds on his neck until I finally succeeded, by putting all of my weight on my fists which were on either side of his windpipe.

What I mean by predictable is that it's like there are always interior structures that are built like mazes. I am always finding little treasures here and there. My frickin car keeps getting stolen. War invasions. Tornado's. The number dialing thing. Blindness. Anyway I think it's kind of sad that there's nothing new going on - my dreams have become as predictable and boring as my life.

I still need a vacation BTW.

Funny - or maybe it will be after I get some sleep

Luck is funny. ha. frickin' HA!

I go to start my car last night at midnight so I can rush my 23 month old daughter to the ER, and the damned car wouldn't start. I talked Mark in to staying at his moms last night, so I ended up pushing my car out of the driveway and parking it on the street so that we could access my moms van.

Sadie is fine, she just had a high temperature and everything that goes along with it... the shakes, twitching, lethargy, pain,vomiting. They say she has a middle ear infection. I think it's more than that as she was really congested, but she got antibiotics, so I'm good w that. She was her usual self this morning and is at daycare.

I was hoping I was just too low on gas, but more gas did not fix the problem. The driver said it sounded like the timing belt. Whoopee! It is at a friends house and I hope it can be fixed soon and for not a lot of money.

I am using my moms van, but I hate it and want my lil car back asap. My pelvis has become very painful all of the time due to SPD (Symphysis Pubis Dysfunction).

"Any activity that involves lifting one leg at a time or parting the legs tends to be particularly painful. Lifting the leg to put on clothes, getting out of a car, bending over, sitting down or getting up, walking up stairs, standing on one leg, lifting heavy objects, and walking in general tend to be difficult at times. Many women report that moving or turning over in bed is especially excruciating."

I had it with Sadie. It sucks. Only 3 months to go!

I need some ideas

I need to get away for a weekend sans child. I want to go somewhere that will not cost too much, where I don't have to clean up after myself, and I can sleep whenever I want. I would also like to have some fun. Maybe a little casino action, or a water slide or something to make the weekend feel like a full 48 hours, instead of 6. Someplace within say... 2 hours drive. Canada, Ohio, Michigan... whatever. Does such a place exist? Money is what is really holding me back - like, there's Zehnder's in Frankenmuth, but that costs $540 for 2 nights. Re-fucking-diculous.

Oh well. It's not going to happen - I'll get over it.

Did everyone have a drink for me?

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Cha Cha Cha Chia and Dreams

"Happy Obama"


















"Determined Obama"


















How can you expect me to choose between the two?

I had a few weird dreams last night:
I was at a banquet and was looking for dessert, but only saw this one lame kind - maybe cheap cookies or something but grabbed one because baby has a sweet tooth. As people start filtering in to this hall and people I know surround me I see that there is now a plethora of sweets and I am insane with wanting to try all of them. I sat up there, on an elevated table near my father, trying to figure out how my fat ass it going to be cool about gorging on sweets, when it is obvious I don't need sweets. The dream was really just one intense craving with my father thrown in for the WTF factor. He shows up more often than I like in my dreams. Always weird, rarely speaks, and usually judging me.

The other dream I remember because I think I woke up crying. I have never woken up and cried from a dream. I have done my share of sobbing in my dreams, but it never carried over before. Mark was spooning me and I started to feel pain in my lower lower back and tried to tell him but he kept clinging to me and I realized the pain was him sinking his teeth in to my ass and I was starting to cry in pain hoping he would stop but he hung on no matter how hard I buckled and cried. I woke up and still felt the pain a bit and it took a minute to realize it was a dream and choked back some tears. Now, before you go analyzing this and feeling bad for our relationship you should know that before we fell asleep he tried to spoon me and I had to remind him that I can't sleep that way right now. I feel bad, but while pregnant this time I just don't feel comfortable being touched a lot. It was probably like that w Sadie too, but I was single and it never came up. Oh, and the pain was likely my sciatica.

This song always catches my attention when I hear it play on the radio. Mark is so sweet sometimes and it reminds me of him.

I remembered to look it up when I got home and found the above video. I played it in my living room and Sadie joined me at the computer and we rocked and swayed and she started singing oooooohhhhhhh looove yooou in a whisper. She doesn't sing along to songs as far as I know and it was really sweet. When it was over she said again! so I played it again and we sang it again and again and sometimes she rested her head on my chest and for a while we were silly and sang oooooohhhh I love you as our foreheads touched. She really is so cool.

My fat ass

I am having an illogical day. Stupid hormones do that to me sometimes. I just got back from the OB and he said everything looked great. I will get another ultrasound at 32 weeks to determine where my placenta is, since it may be in the way of delivery, but I've already decided I'm having a repeat c-section, so I'm not concerned. My blood pressure seems a little better than usual - 110/60. normally its 120/70. Weird considering there's more stress on my body right now.

So he says "everything looks great, your blood pressure is good, you're weight is good..." meanwhile I have wanted to cry since I was weighed. I know it's stupid. I'm supposed to gain weight. 10 pounds at 21 weeks is on track. This is what I would tell any pregnant friend who gained weight whole pregnant - you're supposed to gain weight stupid - you'd be a bad mom if you went on a frickin diet.

But... I'm already so fat. I was at the highest weight of my life when I got pregnant and there's nothing I can do to stop this right now. I am embarrassed to say it, but this pregnancy is going to put me over 300 pounds. That's what is really getting to me. I can't be that fat. It is so humiliating to be that fat. That number is so bad I can't even make fun of it.

I'm going to start smoking again. This kid is too big anyway.

Hey!!! Guess what!

I have nothing to say.


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The big day

Today was the big ultrasound. The baby is healthy, and looks normal, except she is in the 96th percentile. Yep - I said SHE. Sadie is going to have a little sister to push around. Sadie was also big - 10 pounds 12 ounces, a little early, and no - I didn't have gestational diabetes.

Since this one is also most likely going to be big I will opt for the repeat c-section. It was an emergency with Sadie, and while I have the option of trying for a vbac, I'm not crazy. Sadie was the talk of the birthing center when I had her. She looked like a 3 month old sumo wrestler. I forget how big her head was, but it was bigger than I want my vagina to be.

We didn't get any great pics, but here's the best of them:

Spine and head


Parasitic alien



Bottom of foot

Can't sleep

I can't sleep because something is on my mind. And maybe the T3's I took are keeping me awake instead of putting me to sleep.

First of all I want to say that I don't quite understand why I care about what people think of me, yet I also don't care what people think of me. I kept going over it and over it as I lay in bed. I am confident in my self as a good person, so when people judge me negatively I say fuck them if they can't take a joke. No one is perfect and we are all a little annoying, but I'm good and if you think otherwise fuck you. But still... I want to be liked.

My boyfriends friends think I am a domineering bitch. They don't know me well and as far as I know are only basing this on the fact that he doesn't hang with them on karaoke night any more at the bar. He has class that night ever week and no, I did not help him chose his schedule. He has gone to everything he was invited to except for one party which he wasn't feeling up to.

I have never said you can't see this person, or you can't go to that party. If anything I push him to go have fun. I trust him fully. Stay the night if he wants to drink and go crazy is what I say. We used to leave the karaoke bar around 11pm, because I had to get up early the next day. He could have driven separately, but likes to go to bed with me. Sorry guy pals. On the weekends we always had to leave the partys early because he had to get up early. My friends still talk to him.

I don't want to get in depth about our relationship dynamics for the sake of his privacy. It may be obvious by now that I don't consider a whole lot of my personal life too private to share. I'll just say that we play the same roles that play out in every relationship, and it works for us for the most part.

So, I'm ok and he's ok but I still feel the need to explain myself to these people and make them realize that they have made a mistake and they should like me. It bothers me that it bothers me. And on top of that I don't know that I can like them, now that they judged me so quickly.

Get your yucks on!

Mark Says he saw this before. I had not. Have you?

Krissyface, this is for you

And they said you couldn't get laid in the snugie!

Funny for the day

He hasn't been assassinated yet. Go Obama!
Have you noticed how his ratings have already taken a dive? How about waiting a little while to judge the performance of new guy?


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Chuckle

It's like an apathetic panic attack

Ooh... I feel sick to my stomach, which isn't unusual, but but but Sadie vomited earlier tonight. She has never sicked up before, aside from spitting up as an infant. The last thing I ate was Swedish fish, so I could just need some real food. Oy.

I have an appointment tomorrow. Today. A baby appointment. Maybe if I throw up I will come out even on the scale again. Hmmm... might be worth it. Blech

I was woken up abruptly by a loud noise about an hour ago. My brain immediately dug up 20 things to stress over. Stuff like house repairs - my front steps are eroding. I can't sell the house with eroding stairs. I should not have salted the steps so heavily for the past 5 years. How does one replace concrete steps. How are they attached? Are they expensive? More important regarding repairs, I have a leak, well leaks in my basement, the worst of which is quite bad when it rains and runs in to my breaker box. Yeah.

Yeah.

I have reconnected with some people I met in college on facebook, and it sucks that they are still artists. Why did I even get in to it if my heart wasn't in to it. What is it that I am supposed to do? Doesn't everyone have a purpose in life? Something that makes their lives meaningful? Where's my ah-ha moment?

I settled on a packet of oatmeal. Eating when you feel sick sucks. Nothing sounds edible. And I don't even like the brown sugar flavor. I'm an apples and cinnamon girl.

SO I say it's like an apathetic panic attack because I wake up panicking about shit that I can control in my life but don't, and it's pretty bad and I can't stop it and I think maybe this is a panic attack, but there and no physical symptoms. Maybe it is still a panic attack, but I don't put a lot of heart in to much of the things I do in life, so maybe this is just my style of attack. Naw, it's just anxiety. I already feel a bit better, and have shoved back the worst of my worries for another night. Not really.

Sadie knows her colors already. Am I underestimating her? That's not normal, is it? She will be two in May. She has picked up the language beautifully. I am so proud. She is also fighting me on a lot. I am trying to keep from having a power struggle. She is showing her independence, and I am trying to ride the line between letting her become her own person and spoiling her. I think I'm doing pretty well.

I'm going to zome on the Brady Bunch for a few then try to sleep. I discovered my pelvis hurts the most after I lay down on the couch, so I can't fall asleep to the tv this pregnancy... oh my god. Little House on the Prarie is on.

buh bye.

Are you in the military?

I was checking out the traffic on this blog to see if anyone was coming here via googling porn like on Scooters blog, no :( , and see someone from a military post has been checking this blog out from time to time. Who is you? I'm curious. Actually I would love it is anyone who stumbled upon this blog would say hi - you suck, or whatever.

Thanks

25 Random Things

I'm not going to post rules or tag people. I did that on facebook. Here is what I wrote there:

1. I have been ignoring all the tags from this stupid 25 Random Things crap, but I swear 25 people have tagged me so fine.

2. So far, I have lived in 5 states and want to go south west next.

3. My first child was conceived at age 35 via donation.

4. I helped my cat give birth. Every time I tried to leave she'd follow me with a kitten hanging half out of her.

5. I found my first gray hair at age 21 along with my first wrinkle.

6. I am fascinated seeing the resemblances between children and their parents, but can't see the likeness between myself and my daughter.

7. I used to want to be a ballerina, gymnast, actress, archaeologist, beautician, glass blower, ceramicist. Pretty much in that order.

8. I like to play games - card, board, darts, puzzles, alone or in competition. I am highly competitive.

9. I have still not figured out the thing I am supposed to do when I grow up. I think about it a lot, but nothing seems right.

10. Every part of my body is over sensitive. For instance I don't like fans blowing on me because it tickles the tiny hairs on my body and drives me insane.

11. I cannot get really really drunk. My stomach gives me the stop signal before that happens and I listen. I have never passed out.

12. I have never broken a bone on my body, not been hospitalized until having a baby.

13.I have done more drugs than just about everyone I know, but now have absolutely no interest in doing anything, nor do I even take prescription drugs. Except maybe X. That was pretty good.

14. My musical preferences are all over the place, but pretty much boil down to harmonizing voices. Harmonizing voices give me goosebumps every time.

15. I have a hard time remembering names. So much so that I still don't know the names of my daughters daycare teachers.

16. I have owned 13 vehicles so far. Most of them shit the bed on me.

17. I have been to 13 different schools. 9 by the 9th grade.

18. I dress for comfort most of the time, but would love to play dress up in fancy Victorian gowns every day.

19. I worked on a small organic vegetable farm for years, but rarely ate anything from the farm.

20. I collected 50 porcelain dolls over the years knowing that I liked them because I really wanted my own child. They are in storage now waiting to see if my daughter would like them.

21. I love yard sales and they have ruined my ability to buy retail. If it costs more than a quarter it's too expensive!

22. I do not have a favorite color nor a favorite number.

23. I use an old blanket for a pillow and have done so for a very long time. It is way more comfortable than a pillow. The one I use now is from my freshman year in the dorms at KCAI.

24. I can't decide if I want a girl or boy this time around. I always wanted twins - one of each, but that's not going to happen because this is IT.

25. Now I'm a little depressed. I had a hard time thinking of anything about myself that would be of interest and this is all I came up with. Oh well. I'm good at not dwelling.

The McGriddle

I have been eating breakfast out almost every day for the past 4 months. I switch between McDonalds, Dunkies, and The local diner. Today for the first time ever I decided to try the McGriddle. It kinda tasted good. It tasted good until about 1/2 way through then it was pretty gross till I stopped eating it about 3/4 through the sandwich. I feel pretty gross now.

The good news is that I am two pounds down from last week, where I had a four pound gain! That means that I have only gained 2 pounds in the past 4 months of pregnancy! And NO, I am so not starving myself. I am eating pretty much whatever I want while watching the fat and sodium to to a degree. I swelled up horribly with Sadie, and would like to avoid that, so I try to make sure the protein is high and the sodium is low, but I still eat crap like McGriddles sometimes.

I still haven;t told my bosses I'm pregnant. I was told to expect a Christmas bonus, and I know I won't get one if I'm pregnant. I want to be paid for my time off. Last time I was in the hospital for a week and took 3 weeks after to recover from the C-section and spend time with my girl. It sucks, but I will do the same this time and in exchange I want them to pay me for those 4 weeks. Hell, I actually covered a shift 2 days after I got home last time.

I was wide awake last night around 12:30 am freaking out about money. What will I do if they don't pay me for my time off? How will I afford daycare for 2 children when I can't afford it for the one? I am out $300 a month from losing my basement dweller and mom is tapped. I shouldn't worry. The worse that could happen is I can't pay my mortgage and I lose the house, right? I hate my stupid falling apart house anyway. I wouldn't mind another basement dweller, as long as they can reliably pay their rent on time and are quite and honest. It's a decent basement. Well, it will be once I replace the shower. All the parts are in my back yard.

My bedroom is a mess and that adds to my anxiety. I don't put clean clothes away and it's a mess, but resting is always the option I pick when I have free time.

I have to interview people now. We are probably one of the few companies hiring in Michigan right now.

Burlington Coat Factory

My email to their corporate office:

In the interest of keeping a business profitable in Michigan I would like to bring an important issue to your attention. I visited your Westland, MI store on Saturday January 17th with every intention of buying a coat, even if I didn't find one I really liked. I needed a new coat badly! I went to the section that was tagged with my size and found every size available from small to 3x. I do not have the time or patience to search through your thousands of coats to find the correct size and fit. I put down the hat and gloves I was going to purchase along with the coat and left disappointed. I will not shop there again and I doubt I am the only person who feels this way. Sincerely, Kim A

They responded with a form letter as expected - your opinion is important to us blah blah blah.

But then they actually sent me something I wasn't expecting. It's the response to my letter that the customer relations person sent to the store manager:

I'M DEEPLY SORRY THAT THE CUSTOMER FELT THIS WAY. WE WILL PULL A TEAM
TOGETHER TO RE-SIZE THE COATS UP TO COMPANY STANDARDS. IF SHE WOULD LIKE
TO RE-VISIT THE STORE WE WOULD GLADLY HELP HER WHEN SHE COMES IN.

ST 530

YOLANDA LEE
STORE MANAGER

Then the Customer relations chick said thank you and sent a copy to me. It's not much, but it wasn't just a form letter and that is something. They still fucked up the most important part - where's my coupon/gift card?? I'm still not going back, but I would have if they had sent me a gift card. I'm just going to order online or most likely I'll just see the rest of the winter out with my hoodie. The worst of the cold has to be over, right?

Another whining post

Turns out I'm losing my medical coverage from U of M. It was good while it lasted. It was awesome actually. They tossed my bills for a year and a half - like charity. Nice of them, Don't you think? My work offers some shitty plan now through the county. I have to pay monthly and the benefits are mediocre. I don't think I'm going to bother. If I get a brain tumor or something I'll quit work and get on the medicaid anyway. The pregnancy is already covered by medicaid. It still sucks to lose the charity coverage.

I couldn't listen to/watch the inauguration today. the WWW was swamped is my guess. I could watch 2 seconds then it would pause for 20 seconds. So frustrating.

I was told today that I need to keep an eye on Sadie's weight. I was really concerned when she was tiny, but I relaxed about her weight. Now I'm told to worry again. She was 99th percentile for everything at first, but now her height is 75th percentile, which makes her heavy for her height. She looks perfect to me, but I guess I'm wrong, tho when I said so are you saying she looks fat the dietitian said I didn't say that - just keep an eye on it. And then she told me to keep doing the same - not to even switch her to 2% milk yet. Okay then - I'll just keep an eye on it and watch her get fat?

You know, today has just kinda sucked, but everything else is just little crap. Traffic sucked, weather sucks, lunch sucked... whatever. Hard to say if I'm just being moody. I don't think it matters why, does it?

"they could pretent they're bad blacks"

So, nice houses are selling in Detroit for nothing or next to nothing. My mother just interrupted my musings on how to punish my asshole boyfriend to say that she wished she could buy one of those houses and I suggested we should buy a few blocks of Detroit and have safety in numbers. Then mom said that the good blacks would probably like to move in around our white neighborhood. I said oh yeah sure they could hide the whites from the gangstas. Then mom said we would be a little safer because they (good blacks) could pretend they're bad blacks.

Any suggestions on how to passive aggressively punish my boyfriend for waking me up 4 times? The 4th time he allowed Sadie to yell outside my door because "he was sleepy" even though he slept in and was supposed to be allowing me some sleep after waking me up 3 times. I need to get this aggression out some way. I wish I could shovel, but it really fucks my back up and it's hard to recover. God, I am so tired and angry.

Anyway, we like to have fun with inappropriate conversations from time to time.

That makes me think of my sweet neighbor Cindy. She is black, as is 90 percent of my neighborhood. One day she told me that she had to get out of this neighborhood because "it was getting too dark". I laughed my ass off! She was serious!

So, is anyone interested in buying a house next to us in Detroit? Black or white or whatever color of course, you just need to keep your house and lawn up. Gay would be fabulous, as I'm told they did a terrific job with San Francisco. You might want to bring a big dog or gun or something with you, though I don't think there would be that much trouble. I lived in the middle of cracktown Kansas City, and no one messed with us... I think they thought if we lived there we must be nuts and people don't like to mess with nuts.

Plans for Saturday night

So this donkey show I was just watching on the net got me thinking...

How much does it really hurt to get it in the ass if you were properly lubed up. I hear it is imperative that you are very turned on and that it can actually be enjoyable. Now I already have a hole that I like to use, so I'm thinking about my boyfriends hole.

If what I have read is true, then by stimulating his prostate he could have an incredible orgasm! Also, stimulating his prostate glands reduces his risk of prostate cancer. I would be doing him a favor if I were to ram his ass.

My boyfriend is not really amused by my occasional suggestions of strapping one on and riding him home and he usually has a slightly almost amused but fearful look on his face because he knows I might be serious.

The only issue here... I don't think I would get in to it. But who knows - don't knock it till you try it right? I just like to talk about it mostly because of my dear boyfriends facial expression when I mention it.

I'm going to cook this child if it doesn't warm up soon.

Oh how I dream of a long soak in a hot tub that is set just a couple degrees too hot. I dream of the sting that I feel in every pore of my body as I lower myself into the steaming bubbling water. I am one big goose bump lately and I long to be over heated so that when I exit the hot tub and step in to the cold winter air I will not even feel it. I want to be so warm when I get out I can see the steam rise off of my body as I put on my robe.

I'm told I would cook this baby and cause permanent damage if I were to enjoy a hot tub. I'm still thinking about it. I'm just sayin' is all. I'm fucking cold. My office is cold. My fingers and toes are really cold. I don't remember the last time winter felt this cold. And it's taking forever! I think spring should automatically start after we have had a total of 2 feet of snow. Or maybe I should just move south. When the market bounces back. Aaaahhhh ha ha ha ha ha.

Baby needs chocolate

I just wrote that title and hit enter - causing my blog to be published. I considered leaving the blog that way, but that would probably only amuse me. But then you're not going to be entertained by what follows anyway so to hell with you I'll do what I want.

I have a headache, but other than that I am having a decent day.

Here's the latest reason why: I got hit by the chocolate bug a minute ago and thought I was screwed, but I checked my stash drawer here at work and it has as many caramel kisses as I need to satisfy this child's craving. I say it is the baby's craving because sometimes I want chocolate, but I'm happy with a bite and usually only when my period is coming. Now I want some chocolate motherfucker and you had better not stand in my way of it or I'll kill you. My baby is apparently a selfish asshole.

Also: I have such a good child. I was reminded of that fact while watching my friends child. He is 3 and actually creeps me out a little. He hisses. He contorts his face and makes horrid noises for a really long time. He will just start jumping up and down and screaming with his contorted face and he does it for a really long time - it gets uncomfortable after a while. It's disturbing. Sadie was looking at him like he was nuts. She was telling him "no" when he crashed her toys around. I have a good, conscientious child with common sense. Thank goodness. I hope the bugger in my belly is as good... but I doubt it. No one is that lucky.

Plus: I am a minimalist when it comes to my house. Not that you can tell by looking around in my house, but what's a woman to do with so many people living in a 1000 sf house? Anyway, I wanted a nice armoire for my living room to tuck in the corner that would hide all of the electronics and movies and TV and clear some space in the tiny room. Instead I ended up with a ginormous entertainment center that took up half of the room. I hated that thing every day. I've been trolling craigslist for some time, but the few pieces that I liked were out of my price range. We found one selling for $250 at an estate sale on Saturday and bought it for 1/2 off on Sunday. I borrowed the $125 but it was worth it. It took us all day yesterday to get the living room rearranged and cable wires moved and blah blah blah, but Mark got everything wired perfectly the first time and I am PSYCHED!!! I'm like best-present-at-Christmas psyched. yay.

I'll be getting enough back from taxes to pay off my car and entertainment center with some left over to pad the bills. It's not a vacation, but I like to have my bills paid.

That's all for now. 5 caramel kisses later the headache is still there. Maybe a slurpee would help.

It's a good day

I have my car back. It's still a bit of a mystery, but I think it just really needed a major tune up. There's a story behind it, but it's boring.

I just got back from a few appointments. MY OB appointment took 5 minutes. Blood pressure good and baby's BPM were in the 150's. There was nothing else to discuss. I had an ultrasound of my gallbladder. It hurts worse than a baby ultrasound. I have no idea if they saw anything interesting. I had an appt with a financial guy for U of M. He has been putting me off since I found out I was pregnant and I finally got in to see him about getting coverage for the baby. Finally. Paperwork is done. There was something else good...

I got my results back from my NT screen - My chances of having a Downs Syndrome baby were like 1 in 126 or something and now it's 1 in 3000+ something or other and same goes for the trisomy 13 & 18.

Went to the Joe to watch the Red Wings last night. We were not disappointed. They scored 6 goals to their 1. Jesse, Mark, and Aaron all missed at least 1 goal each because they kept leaving to get more beer or pee or get food for their girls.

OH!!! Now I remember the good news! I haven't gained 1 pound so far with this pregnancy. I am 14 weeks today. I feel like I am always eating, but I think it only feels that way because I usually don't have an appetite. If only I could remember to take my dang prenatal I'd really be a good mommy.

Another car bites the dust?

*sigh*

It just wouldn't start this morning. It made a funny little noise and wouldn't start. Bill came over and tinkered around, but could only guess that maybe it was the timing belt. He said that like it was a really really bad thing. I have a call in to an unemployed ex mechanic who might work on it. I am so tired of car problems and simply haven't got the money to put in to one more frickin car. This one isn't even paid off yet. Was I too optimistic to think this might be the car that I keep for more than a year?

I JUST FIGURED IT OUT. It's the tires. Every car that I have lost, at least since moving to Michigan, died shortly after I gave it new tires. All of them swear to god. Motherfucker.

1st Trimester NT screen DONE!

Everything looks great at 12 weeks 4 days. They confirmed July 10th.

The first hour was spent with a genetic councellor. We discussed what the test was for andthe likelyhood of my eggs being bad at age 37.

The 2nd hour was looking at the baby. Heart rate was 162. They could or would not tell me the sex. I think it's a girl, but I thought I saw a lil something sticking up between the legs. The tech said there was nothing to see so I'll take her word on it. The Downs measurements were excellent and I feel pretty secure that this baby looks healthy. We will get the blood work results back in 10 days. I think that's it. I wish I knew the sex already. I hate saying "it" plus it's easier to only come up with one name. Bob Thomas or Juniper somethingorother for a girl is my current favorite.

The baby was picking it's nose as we watched. I swear!

Since I'm on the subject...

Sadie got a new potty seat for the bathroom. She grabbed her grammas reading glasses and picked up a magazine like she was a pro at chillin on the toilet. We're not pushing toilet training at 20 months - she likes doing it - something different I think. It's mostly a weekend event. There's no time for sitting on the potty for fun during the week.

Maybe next post will not involve bodily functions. Who am I kidding - I'm pregnant with a toddler - what in my life doesn't involve bodily functions?

Poo Poo in the bathtub!

Sadie was goofing around in the tub after the water was gone, got into a froggy position and as I said "don't poop in the tub!!!" she did, looked around and freaked out to see this brown log sitting right next to her. She screamed and scrambled to get away from it like it was going to get her. OMG I couldn't help but laugh as I tried to calm her down and showed her it was just her poop that goes in the potty.