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Friday, December 16, 2011

Tick. Tick. Tick.

Ah yes, despite the warm weather, we’re actually getting close to Christmas. This is a problem. No, not because I’m afraid of a visit form the Krampus, but because I’m still down presents and oh yeah, the cards I bought with every intention of sending out, are still sitting on my dining room table untouched and unopened. What hurts is I have no effing idea when I’ll be able to actually get to any of this. I suppose I could just forgo sleeping. But then again, it wouldn’t help my situation much if I were to pass out in the midst of a card signing frenzy, landing on my pen and wind up stabbing myself in the eye. That’s all I need, an eye patch for Christmas photos. Somehow, I don’t think those come in red and white candy cane stripes for the season. :D

I should say Eff-it and skip the cards this year, but then I’d really feel like a slacker and would have to deal with being reminded of this next year when I come across the unopened boxes of cards. This, of course, wouldn’t happen until after purchasing a new batch. So then I’d feel like a slacker and feel dumb for wasting money on even more cards that can possibly suffer the same fate as their unloved predecessors. Neurotic, yes, but admit it, it’s true.

The only one person I have actually finished shopping for is the one little person who won’t even know what’s happening, and why she’s all of the sudden encouraged to rip up paper and resulting ribbons fly as of shot out of a confetti gun. Hell, I think that’s the only thing she may enjoy, which brings me to my next point; why the hell am I spending oodles and oodles of cash on the little one when she already has more toys that she will ever play with? Most of the time she just wants to eat and/or preferably, shred the newest magazines that come in the mail. Yes, there seems to be a difference. The attraction is lost the moment I finish reading any given magazine. I don’t know how she knows the difference, but she does. It’s amazing. But I digress. I have been buying her Christmas gifts since before Halloween. Yes, I fell victim to the marketing traps. From the moment I caught a glimpse of fake snow-covered shelves and detected the sounds of jingle bells being pumped through the speaker systems I felt compelled to buy, buy, buy.

Coincidentally, this is also the reason I have to relinquish control of my credit cards till the suckers are paid off. I have been hemorrhaging money through these things. It’s not going to be an easy thing to do since I feel as attached to my credit cards as Gollum did to the one ring, but I need to do something. I have never had this much debt in credit cards. Feck me!

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Have Yourself a Terrifying Little Christmas

There are things that will forever be imbedded in my head as uniquely Christmas. These memories are your typical, warm and fuzzy memories of waking up entirely too early (likely an hour after my parents brought out the gifts.)

Sounds lovely, so what’s the deal with the title?

I’ll explain. Last year was the first time I ever even heard of the Elf on the Shelf. He’s supposed to be a spy for Santa that watches your child to make sure your little one behaves. Parents are supposed to move him around to make the kid think this thing comes to life in the middle of the night and in the morning goes back to being a mere doll. This year, I’ve started noticing that the Elf has grown in popularity and the more I think about it, the more confused I become over why this is. The thing is creepy. From its Bob’s Big Boy eyes, “It’s a Small World” figurine-like apple cheeks, and slightly hunched up shoulders, that are supposed to express a feigned innocence, the bastard creeps me out.



I am alone in this?

Personally, if I were a child and my parents brought in a possessed toy to “spy” on me, all the while wantonly flaunting the fact that it doesn’t care if evidence of its demonic linkage is known, ignored, and yes, even encouraged, I’d shit myself. I wouldn’t have found it endearing in the slightest. If anything, this creepy little bastard reminds me (yes, even now, as an adult) too much of the damn Poltergeist clown to be remotely cute.



Go ahead Google the thing and look up pictures of it. There are even sites dedicated to how “creative” some people have gotten with this thing. Evidence of the Elf’s mischievous nightly romps have been documented by sick parents (who I whole heartedly believe have too much time on their hands). They have made their children believe that the possessed elf has been rummaging about their homes, wreaking havoc by doing things like messing up coloring books, toilet papering the tree, dangling from a chandelier, using the toilet OUTSIDE, posing with other stuffed animals, and the creepiest of them all, resting atop of sleeping children’s heads. Seriously?!

Now, yes, I know what you may be thinking; it’s supposed to be a fun thing. He’s helping Santa. And this brings me to my next creepy thing. What the hell is the deal with the Krampus? Since when did Santa/St. Nick have a scary-as-hell demon following him about, eating naughty children?!


You’d think that somewhere in all the carols, and poems there would be a rhyme or a line about the bloodbath and the trail of destruction that was left behind as a result of naughty children being slaughtered as Santa flies through town with a monster in tow. You don’t hear a single mention of this in the “Santa Claus is Comin’ to Town” song. Nope! The song only says, “you better watch out. You better not cry. You better not pout.” I think it would be a much more effective warning if it mentioned, kiss your ass goodbye if you don’t behave or the only thing left behind will be a puddle of gore and bits of you stuck in the monster’s teeth. Holy shit! When the hell did Christmas get outright scary?!



What happened to the days of, the three ghosts will visit you and help you find a way to redeem yourself? Back then Dickens’ story was as scary as it got. Holy shit! No wonder kids are seemingly getting more violent. .They aren’t raging against anything, they’re trying to protect themselves from the possessed Elf that will tell on them and eventually lead to their demise as a snack for the Krampus!

Thursday, November 10, 2011

Is It Champ's Neighbor To The North?

HA! I love it when Yahoo News feeds my odd fascination with monster stories.

so this morning I ran across this little tidbit and I couldn't help but see the footage. I sadly remain unconvinced. But it's still fun...

Here's the story: "Canada's Loch Ness Monster Caught on Tape?"
http://gma.yahoo.com/blogs/abc-blogs/canada-loch-ness-monster-caught-tape-012241654.html

(sorry, it doesn't want to link to text)

And here's the video.

And this is an earlier video of the "monster" in the water.

And this has been yet another episode in Brenda's Monsterpiece Theater :D

Friday, November 4, 2011

Tough, Bittersweet Decision

On the 19th baby Girl will be 10-months old. I have been nursing since day one but alas, I've come to the decision to start weaning her off. I didn't come to this decision randomly. I've just noticed that since she started solids a few months back, the milk level has dropped significantly and it's time to start supplementing with formula. I ran this by the pediatrician and she seemed to agree with me that it's time.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not going to be stopping outright, I have to do this gradually, but it made me think about how much I'm going to miss nursing and the bonding time. I don't know, perhaps it's the fact that she is showing so many signs of growing up that it's making me a little emotional. I love her to bits but holy cow is she getting big fast.

Sigh... still 10 months, that's not a bad run. :D

Thursday, November 3, 2011

The Front Step Trio

Not sure why the editing system didn't want me to add this to the last post but ah well...

I did actually work in some time to decorate a touch. I do normally get more creative than the front step trio, but I didn't want to freak the baby out so I went a bit more family friendly. I do fully intend to go a bit more "me" next year.

Time Out! Time Out! Time Out!

Holy crap I need a moment to breathe. I have been running on fumes for only heaven knows how long now. I think it’s high time I got a break.

Recap Time: I have been working like a mad woman with more responsibilities and a staff of none. Yaaaaay… I am department of one and they have absolutely no intention of hiring anyone for me! The other shitty part is that the place is getting increasingly unstable financially. Needless to say, I’m putting my resume out there. What kills me also is that they have sent me on a few overnight business trips. The last one was a week-long trip. Yeah that sucked ass! It wasn’t even any place fun. I basically got to stay in a hotel and go from meeting to meeting. So once I got back here I was up to my eyeballs in catch-up work to do.

The Baby Girl is getting positively huge. She’s not only crawling now but she’s also finding out that she really doesn’t need to have a kung fu grip on things with both hands to stand up. Needless to say, the gate is going up before next weekend.
We hit a kind of bittersweet milestone in our lives. My father retired. My father has been the superintendent of an apartment building since 1991. But because of his job, we have also all lived in that same apartment since then. I loved the town we lived in and now, they’re no longer there. While I’m happy that my parents have now officially moved into their new place, and ours (they stay with us for a few days during the week to watch Baby Girl), I kind of miss the New Rochelle apartment. It’s been home for so long and now it’s no longer there. Odd. What really threw me off was deleting the number I’ve had listed as “Home” on my cell phone. It just didn’t feel right.

And yes, you guessed it. With them moving out, that also means that we have been pitching in as much as possible. Oh yes, I will have stuff in the trunk of my car. I should probably get it out of there.

Oh hey, there have been wonderful bright spot in all of the craziness. Baby Girl had her first Halloween. I had every intention of taking her out. She had other plans though. I got about ten minutes of her in her little sheepie costume; just long enough to take a few pictures. She then went into a meltdown. She was too tired and hot and wanted the costume off. So we stayed in and handed out candy. Ah well. I did try. Still, it was fun. I like the fact that there are a ton of kids in the neighborhood and they pretty much cleaned us out. I have never had that happen. I love it. The other cool thing was that I got to meet a lot of the parents from the neighborhood. Normally I just get to see them when I drive by but this time I actually got to introduce myself to a good number of them.



So, what was my costume this year? Let's go with "homocidal maniac. They look just like everybody else."



I actually wanted to break away from my normal vampire and go with Zombie. But I thought about it a bit and decided against it. I didn't want to get all made up properly and then have to immediately take it off for making the baby cry. But next year...







Later this month, Aaron and I are going to be taking our first family trip to see my family in California. I am really looking forward to it. I’m not sure how I’ll feel about traveling afterwards, but for now, I have a game plan and I’m keeping my fingers crossed. The trip is kind of a big anniversary gift package. The first part is the whole thing was a kind of surprise ticket to see Rock of Ages. Loved it! The unfortunate part was that it was on Saturday. Yep the day of the freak snow storm.



And while I din't actually mind clearing the snow, I really regretted it when later on on Sunday night, I was in pain in places I didn't know I had. Awesome. :D

Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Pulling My Hair Out

So you may or may not have noticed that I have pretty much been silent for the last couple of weeks. There is a good reason for this. Namely, I've been running around working my tail off so that by the time I get home, I have just about enough time to make dinner, (perhaps) eat, put the Baby Girl to bed and then pass out with a magazine on my face. Not so bad when I wake up in the morning and have to rush, 'cause then I smell like the closest perfume insert... ewwww... just kidding. Not about the falling asleep with the magazine on the face, though. That's actually happened more times than I care to think of.

So why then am I posting something today? Simple, I am doing this so that I don't go on a slapping rampage. I came in this morning feeling a touch combative and it's been getting progressively worse. The great thing about this is that I can pretty much "speak" my mind and no one thinks there's a need to start calling the police.

So why am I feeling so... grr-ish (I know that's not a word, but I'm making it one for this post)? Dunno. Could be that I've been trying to play catchup and my efforts are going over as well as a fart in a closed room. But it could also be because I am just cranky from not having full use of my leg--oh yes, a little over a week ago, I tore a calf muscle while walking briskly to my car. Or it could be because of a crazy hormonal shift? Meh, who's to say. All I know is that I have a presentation to put together for tomorrow and everyone and their mother seems to think I have all the time in the world to take care of them and only them. Grrrr... It's times like this I really just want a big neon sign that reads, "Piss Off." A girl can dream right?

Wednesday, July 20, 2011

Dizzy

I swear I'm not sure what happened. All I know is that June came along and I got super busy. NOW we're not only in July, we're at the end of July!

Christ all mighty! I wish I knew where the time went.

So here's another one of my ever-so-handy- recaps:

Baby Girl: She's six months old! Yesterday the little angel who has graced our lives turned six months old. (Again, where the hell did the time go?) she's not only rolling over from back to tummy and back again, the little one now wants to be sitting up. She's getting better at it too. She can stay seated for a few seconds before she starts sagging over and eventually face planting. She's also taken to grabbing anything in sight to try to eat it. She's fond of arms and fingers. She's like a little zombie. There's no real thought in the action, she just knows that she must nom on something. :D

Speaking of nomming, two weeks ago we started her on "food." The first thing she ate was home made, pureed peas. Yep I made them. My parents actually went out and tracked down fresh peas. I now have a handful that I will be planting for her. But yes, the first mouthfuls were completely exploratory and she wasn't sure she was digging it. By the end of the first bowl, she was ready to dive into the damn thing. Rice cereal is still a big hit with her, but she's all about the apples (again, home made). I guess she remembered the taste. :D

The bad news is that she threw up for the first time two days ago. I think my Mom accidentally overfed her then we packed her up to go home. This combination most likely led ot the poor little thing puking her guts out on my drive home. I felt horrible. Actually, that's wrong, I felt like I aged during that car ride home. It scared the hell out of me. Not cool. Of course, today she went in for a doctor's appointment and had to get shots. She's having a bad week.

The House: We are officially unpacked and settled in. Yaaaaay. I had to take the bulk of my vacation time last week to do it, but we're just about done. i have a box full of odds and ends to tackle but we're done. Now, as in the words of George Carlin, I have to go out to get more stuff. :D

We also expanded the deck. the thing is twice the size it was before. Love it. the only problem is, now that the deck is huge, the grill look so lonely and lost. I may just have to get a bigger grill. Yeeeeharhar!

Family: The family is doing well. My Dad got a forced retirement. Luckily this this will happen about two months ahead of schedule anyway, so they're okay with this. The rest of the family is doing great. My two brothers brought their families over last weekend to see my aunts and uncle who flew out for a visit. It was nice. Loud, but very nice.

I think that's about that for now. I should get back to work. I shouldn't push my lunch break out any further. Cheers!

HA! There Be A Monster in Them Waters!

As you may recall, I have an obsession with monster stories and this one came to my attention today. Enjoy!

Sea Monster of Alaska

The other nifty thing is that when you follow the link there's a video of the Hillstrand brothers from Deadliest Catch watching the footage. :D

Friday, May 27, 2011

Phew

Yes that kicking sound you may hear is me, getting my way back in here. A wee bit ago I got my blog hacked into and I had to change the password. The only problem is shortly after that we moved and with all the mess of the move and other stuff(Yes I will do a quick roundup) I totally forgot the password. Yay being silly like that.

So now that I was able to get back in, I can now resume my quasi frequent blogging and sharing of the stuff that run through my mind. Huzzah.

As promised here are something that have been going on:

The House: The house is fantastic. I love being in our place. Sure it's a hell of a drive when I bring the baby down to my parents then go to work (normally one hour and 15 to one hour and 30) but it's totally worth it. The only down side is getting all the little details sorted out. Meaning, we finally got the garage door openers installed but we still need to put up the screen doors. Now that the house is settling, more of the screws in the walls are starting to pop a bit. We're also still trying to get totally unpacked. The good thing is that we DID manage to get mostly unpacked in three weeks. I told Aaron that this was unheard of, he insisted it could be. Meh... Oh yeah and I still have the bulk of our pictures to hang.

The Baby Girl: I'm not sure why the baby tracker thingy says she's 7 months old. She totally isn't. She's 18 weeks old. And if my math is correct, she's only four-and-a-half months old. But yes, she is wonderful. She is already about 25.5 inches tall and weighs 15lbs and 10 oz. She can sit up mostly unassisted and as of last Saturday, learned to blow raspberries (both lip and tongue versions). The other wonderful thing is that she seems to be on a pretty good groove in terms of her schedule. She sleeps through the night and doesn't really get fussy. She's awesome. Which of course, means that I'm totally screwed for the next one. Ah well.

Kona Puppy: Kona is the Boxer/Hound mix puppy that we decided to get about a month after moving in. Sadly, Kona Puppy is no longer with us. She was an extremely happy and rambunctious pup; she was also very strong and a few weeks back while Aaron had her out for a walk, she got loose and ran into the street. It was REALLY dark our and she was struck by our neighbor's car. I miss the pup. I still haven't been able to bring myself to go down and break down her crate. I may do that tonight when I get home. I may also be able to clean the floors downstairs so that I won't see her paw prints. We didn't have her for too long, but it was long enough to have really bonded with her. I miss her a lot.

Work: Work has been interesting lately. I had two friends leave the place. one voluntarily, the other, not. But what I find interesting is that there seems to be little interest in replacing people. They seem to be under the misguided impression that we can do more with fewer, despite the fact that we were overworked as it was before. Hrmph.

There, I think that should coverthe bulk of it. I'll take a photo of the house and the baby girl and post them over the weekend. Cheers!

Tuesday, May 24, 2011

ollyweird trivia questions again.
www.vanlowe.blogspot.com

Why oh why can't I log into my blog via the computer?I keep getting an error message. Grrrr...

ANYHOO. .. Check our E. Van Lowe's blog. He started the H

Tuesday, May 17, 2011

Sweet. I'm going to be in the west wing. :)

Sunday, February 6, 2011

Creating Our Future

Sure, I still have no idea what we were thinking when we decided to begin the house buying process at the same time as our due date, but the good thing is, we have a big goal to work toward.

Both Aaron and I grew up in the Bronx and as much as we love the borough we call home, we don't want Baby Girl growing up here. The area has changed so much from when we were little, and the school system, well, it just doesn't come close to the area we're most likely going to be moving to. Not to mention, I want her grow up having a back yard.

So yes, we're very close to closing on the house. God willing, we'll be closing in March. We'd like to have it closer to the end of March, but who's to say. At the moment we're waiting for the new contract to be drawn up with all the changes we want, and waiting on the mortgage. We've done the inspection and the appraisal is supposed to happen this coming week.

I have to say though, the whole process is daunting and exciting. Aside from the fact that we're very like to going to be moving into our new home in just a few weeks, we're going to be taking on a whole new set of challenges. As if we didn't have enough on our plates, right? HA! Ah well, it's all for Baby Girl so it's all good.

Luckily, the fun part has been the shopping. We've started looking onto the big items we're going to need. Namely, furniture and the few appliances. I think I may have to see the place one last time before we make a final decision on the items we're going to get.

Monday, January 31, 2011

My Favorite People in the World

Thursday, January 27, 2011

The Baby, Ten Days Later



Yaaaaaaawwwwwwnnnnn... so very sleepy, but happy.

Ever since the Baby Girl came into the world, I have been on a strange roller coaster. I go from being completely elated, to about to pass out from exhaustion, to crying my eyes out after wondering what she's dreaming about. I am SO not kidding. But behind all of this is the Baby Girl, who is absolutely more perfect and lovely than I could have ever imagined.

Tuesday January 19th: I woke up at 5:00 am to start getting ready. We were told to show up at the hospital at 10 am. Pretty much as soon as we got to the hospital we were moved into the prep room. I got strapped up to baby monitors and poked full of holes. They couldn't find my friggin vein for the IV. It took them five tries before they gave up and got a specialist. She got it in one shot. At about one-ish they moved me to the OR, the epidural wasn't as bad as they said it would be. I felt a pinch, pressure, heat and then my legs went. So odd. I started getting a little anxious when I saw my doctor come in with his doctor posse and no Aaron. I outright told them we couldn't start without Aaron. Luckily he was just getting his scrubs on outside. He sat in a stool beside me the whole time. After he sat down I heard them say they were starting. Everything went smoothly from there. I asked the nurse to give me an alcohol pad to breathe since the smell of burning skin was making me a little nauseous.







The, just like that, I heard the most wonderful little sound in the world; Baby Girl's cries. I went from a kind dream-like state of mind to being so overjoyed my eyes immediately filled with tears. I couldn't focus fast enough. All I could do is scan the damn room till I got a quick glimpse of her. I think if I could have I would have gotten up from the operating table and walked over to her right at that moment. Aaron held my hand like he said he would. Then it happened, he got an unfortunate look at what was happening on the other side of the blue curtain. As they were putting me back together, they tilted the OR table back a touch so when he looked over he said he just saw parts that belong on my inside. He thinks he even saw my liver. I kind of felt bad for him. I saw the look on his face and even though his face was partially covered, I knew he was turning new and exciting shades of green. They called Aaron over to cut the cord, he hesitated a bit but did it.

They brought her over to me and I was done. I'd like to say I remember seeing Aaron's expression but all I could focus on was her. I remembered Aaron saying, "Here she is." But beyond that, everything everyone said was a blur. I know she reacted to my voice. As unhappy as she was to be out of her former home, she did stop crying and fussing for a moment and looked around when she heard my voice. They took a few photos and then took her to clean her up further. I told Aaron to stay with the baby. After he left, my doctor told me about a few things that happened and what they were doing. Blah, blah, blah.

Aaron followed and stayed with her as long as he could, then came back to find me in the recovery room. While waiting in there, I got to hear a little bit of what was going on during a vaginal birth from one of the delivery rooms down the hall. Now, till this point I wasn't exactly sure how I felt about having to have had a c-section. But after hearing the lady screaming her head off, yeah, I'm cool with having to deliver this way.

So that was the delivery. Exciting ain't it?

Once in my room, room 644 in Lawrence Hospital, I got to relax and feel nothing for a little while. I was kind of out of it for a little while but anxious to see the baby. Once I got to see her, I just couldn't stop staring at her. She was just too damn cute.




Every day since then has brought something new. She changes ever so slightly every day and it's just amazing. Her smell is the best thing I have ever experienced. There are times when I will just sit there smelling her while she sleeps. Aaron occasionally takes one of her blankets or outfits and puts it on his head to sleep.

Sigh... I never knew that love could actually get better. :D

Sunday, January 16, 2011

"The Waiting is the Hardest Part"

So here I am, a few days away from what is most likely going to be THE big day. I swear all of this, while becoming more and more real, is still such a foreign concept. Aaron and I are going to be responsible for a whole other person. And just in a, 'sure I'll watch the munchkin for ya,' kind of way. Nope this one's going to be ours, all ours, and there's no giving her back. Trippy.

So yes, while I am as prepared as I think I'm going to get, I'm now kind of getting a little anxious. Not that I seriously think it'll happen, but what if I turn out to be bad at the whole Mommy thing. Or what if I botch something up? What is she doesn't like me? What if I turn out to be a worse parent than the Lohans? or worse yet, the Simpsons (Ashlee and Jessica's freaky-ass parents) Cripe!

Inhale... Exhale...

So yes, things are finally beginning to get real, while at the same time, I just can't wait for Tuesday to find out what's actually going to happen.

But on the less confusing side, let's talk real estate... I think Aaron and I found the house. We spent most of yesterday looking at houses. We started off at a house we put a bid on and lost. The seller has since dropped the price on the place and so we're considering putting another bid on the place. But first we wanted to look it over one more time to be sure. The problem is, we REALLY liked the place. So much so that when we went to the other places we had lined up, nice as they were or had the potential to be, we just didn't care. We just kept thinking back to the first house and the things we could do to it to make it our own. I suppose that's a sign. Maybe?

Saturday, January 8, 2011

My Head Almost Exploded

I feel very accomplished today. I got up nice and early to run errands and to get some baby stuff done. I don't have a whole lot left to do, mainly wash clothes and organize them.

But in the process of the laundry sorting, I kept having to stop and stare at the itty bitty socks. I swear my head was going to explode form the tiny cuteness. I mean, they may as well have been baby mini-lop bunnies staring at me. My voice reached a whole new pitch detectable, and very likely painful for most dogs. I almot feel bad for the pain I inflicted on any poor animal within a three mile radius, but then again, those socks are too damn cute.

Wednesday, January 5, 2011

Getting Tired

I've accepted the fact that I have come down with the adult version of senioritis. I have a week and two days left before I go on maternity leave but I want to do absolutely nothing. Don't get me wrong, I have a ton I need to get to including a presentation and I still have to set up a checklist of things that need to get done. I just don't want to do any of them. Blech.

Honestly, I just want to get to all the stuff I have waiting for me at home, and sleep.

Tuesday, January 4, 2011

It's Worth a Try

Today Aaron and I got some baby news. We had a sonogram and as it turns out that while the baby has dropped a touch, she is breech. Everything is prefectly fine with her and all, it's just that she's kinda stuck head up. Figures.

The doctor told us he's still going to monitor her progress but since she doens't have a whole hell of a lot of room to shift, he doens't think she'll turn herself around. So the c-section is scheduled for Jan. 19th at 1:00. I'm okay either way as long as there's nothing wrong wth the wee one. But I am going to try one seemingly wacky thing. A friend told me that she tried playing music for the baby and that made her turn. She had these things called belly buds. Basically headphones for the belly. She said she started plahing music for the baby everyday. This made him follow the sound till he was turned the correct way. So not sure if this will work, but I decided I'd give it a shot.

I didn't get the belly buds but I do have nifty sounding skull candy, DJ-style headphones. So I put those low on the belly and I'll see what happens. I think I'll only do this when I know she'll be awake. I don't want to completely disturb her.

Luckily, I have a good amount of Ozzy on my ipod. Believe it or not, she does seem to like the Ozz-man. Every time I play him in the car or anywhere else for that matter, she seems to go nutty moving around. :) I think it's cute.

Monday, January 3, 2011

Well, Looky Here

Aside from being cranky most of the day, I also noticed I've been kind of uncomfortable sitting down in my char no matter how far back the backrest was. Didn't realize the reason till I got home and Aaron went to say hello to the belly...

The baby has dropped. And Aaron is now a even more convinced that the baby is going to be making a much earlier appearance than originally estimated. The funny thing is, I've been so preoccupied with everything and half asleep that I hadn't even noticed how much better I've been able to breathe, and the fact that I only needed to take Tums once this morning! Duh. That should have been a dead giveaway.

So yeah, I'll have a much better idea of what's going on tomorrow during my appointment, but I do belive Aaron's right. It's a good thing we've really gotten a move on getting things organized for the wee girl. :D

Preggo Rant

Pregnancy so far, has been pretty pleasant. Sure there have been moments that I wouldn’t wish upon anyone, particularly the random vomiting for no good reason at the beginning or the odd bodily aches. But now that I’m pretty much at the end of the pregnancy, I’m finding that along with the unpleasant swelling in my hands and feet, I’m also becoming mighty short tempered. I mean, really short tempered. Like, fully believing that flinging a good sized or jagged rock at someone’s head is a perfectly reasonable way to make them leave you alone— kind of short tempered.

Case in point, a person who is not someone I report to has been sending me emails informing me of how to do my job. My initial thought was, “Go f*** yourself!” But I took a second and thought, perhaps they are just trying to be helpful and wish to send me a friendly reminder. I doubt it, but still… then I got subsequent emails with these so-called, “helpful reminders.” And of course, the more I received, the more violent my wishes for the rest of their day became.

Now, I hesitate to blame this solely on the preggo hormones. I’d say a lot of this also has to do with the lack of sleep I have been getting over the last few weeks. All the changes ranging from loosening of the ligaments, infinitesimal bladder capacity, carpal tunnel and, oh yes— new to the lineup— restless leg syndrome (yippee), I have slowly become an ├╝ber cranky biotch with a diminished measure of self control. Imagine if you will a sleep deprived toddler with unlimited access to potentially dangerous objects (yes rocks, but also things like keyboards, computer screens, staplers, books, coffee mugs, phones, thumb tacks, big clips for TPS reports, etc.) and the knowledge of how to use them. :D

Meh. There is one nifty thing I’ve discovered; certain people aside, the bigger I get, the more people tend to stay out of my way. They also become a lot more forgiving when it comes to the total loss of control and temper. It’s actually kind of fun.

But yeah… That’s my little rant for the day.