Who wants to read my journal? You people scare me.

OK I'm a lot bummed. Andy is still sick, his dr sucks giant donkeys, and he is working tonight.

So my last night as a non-mom is spent cleaning and sulking.

Actually my mommy came over and cleaned my kitchen and made my bed for me. So I am loved, but she left a while ago.

POUT!!!

I am looking forward to 8:30am, when I get to meet BB. I hope that the drs don't get to upset that Andy is so sick. I don't know what they will do about it, if anything.

I'm nervous and alone, and that bums me out even more. I guess I'll take a bath now.

Ok, so today was pretty productive. I had a Dr appt, and she thought it was funny that 2 days before BB is going to be born, I feel better than I have in more than a month.

Then I had lunch with a friend (he might do NaNo), went to bed bath and beyond for space bags, had some guy from highway saftey properly install our carseat, and went to the grocery store. I also did some sewing, and stuffed all my space bags.

Andy has a dr appt in the morning. I'm going with him, so that the loser LPN will get that Andy cannot be sick on friday. (I'm not sure what magic they will use to make him better, but they better pull something out of thier ass).

and then something really funny happened. caution TMI may follow...

So since Andy is sick and I'm enormous we were taking a warm bath. Spooky cannot resist bathtime, and so she was playing around the tub. She then got very distracted and her tail fell into the water. We thought she would notice, but she didn't. It wasn't until she turned around that she realized her tail was sopping wet. That was when the fun began. She first tried to twist around and chase her tail, but then decided it was more fun to dip it in and out of the water. After that novelty wore off, she hopped onto the toilet and the proceeded to chase her tail until she nearly fell off. At which time she hopped onto the floor and continued to chase her tail, until she was so dizzy she walked into the wall.

I guess you had to be there.

So today was an adventure in toddlers. A friend came over with her 16 month old and her 3yo and they are quite the handful.

Poor Spooky, the younger child would pet her nicely then hit her with a book. Then her mom would put her in time out, but Spooky is so sweet, she would go to the crying child to comfort her, then Spooks would get hit again and the toddler would laugh. Her poor mother was so upset that her child was abusing my cat. In the meanwhile the 3yo is dismantling my scooba. Spooky is just so confused by all this.

I strongly suspect that one will be quite enough.

spooky has no idea of what is about to happen to her, she just loves all the new cat toys, and cat beds are so comfy to curl up in. I hope she will take the idea of sharing well.

And Andy is getting sicker. His cold is worse and we don't know if the hospital will let him be around BB. I hope he feels better soon, that way it won't be an issue.

So by the end of this week, one adventure will be over, and another will begin.

I finished BB's bunny quilt. I'll post pics later.

Andy has cleared out the remaining crap from the nursery, and it looks really cute. He hung the moon night light, and the only thing that remains is hanging the crystal stars and painting the glow in the dark stars.

And of course we have to strap the bookcase, and chest of drawers to the wall.

I have been anxious about money the last few nights, but we'll be OK, I think I'm just worrying for the sake of worrying.

MIL is coming Monday night, and will be hear for 2 weeks. I hope that her broken foot is significantly better than it had been, and that her dog bite on her other leg is healed up.

But she isn't the only decrepid one. My mom has a hernia and it requires surgery. She hopes to get it done this week, so that she can be healed up to play with the baby. Right now she cannot lift anything because it hurts too much.

On the upside, GO ZINC!!! My cold is on the mend.

Spooky knows something is up, not only does sleep on anything BB related, but today she crawled inside my shirt and went to sleep. I don't know what that is, but DOH-KAY.

I'm feeling uber crafty these days. I figure that is the nesting. And I don't even feel like crap any more!!!

So today I sent off my FMLA forms, only about a month late(hee hee oops). but it's done and that makes me happy. I did have to convince my dr office that I didn't quit my job and that they did write me a note to stop working a week ago. fortunantly I can be very convincing. and I had a copy of the note.

that success powered me through cleaning the bathroom and some other light cleaning.

I really like how clean bathroom look. they make me happy!

So obviously my body just isn't going to cooperate with itself.

stronger more frequent contractions + nesting hormones + non-progressing cervix = insane chick.

Andy insists I continue to rest.

We even got to have a non-stress test to find out we are non-stressed.

The Dr was excited to find out about the contractions, until she checked my cervix. Then she scheduled my appt for next week. ARG!!!!

I think I'll get a pedicure tomorrow.

So the time is slipping away. very very S L O W L Y.

I have been having contractions all day, stronger than I have had before, but no timing to the deal. But they seem to be persistant, so maybe they will organized themselves.

I have a Dr appt first thing in the morning, I hope that I'm progressing. I would hate to think I'm suffering all these cramps for nothing.

Andy and I have been very sweet to eachother. BB is a different story. She has taken to squirming hard against the contractions and that is not so sweet. I try to gently move her away, but really where is she going to go. OH YEAH. She could always come OUT!!

I have to call frontier airlines and find out how much it will cost to change MILs plane ticket. It has finally been determined that she does want to be here for the birth of her first grandchild.

Why don't people just say what they want? If I ask you about something, then I want the real answer. If I didn't want her to be here, I would't have asked, I just would have bought the tickets for when I wanted them, for like thanksgiving. OK it isn't that I WANT her here, but she is allowed to be here when her grandchild is born, after all my whole family will be here, so Andy's should be allowed too. And anyway the hospital is very strict about visitors so I'm not too worried about her trying to be overly involved. If I have had enough I can always blame it on the nurses.

Not a reproductive one, but I got a bunch of stuff done.

We went to walmart and walked around a bunch, took a nap, met with our pediatrician (I like him, I think he will be a good one), bought a drain stopper and went to the bank. Andy also decided that if I immediately take a warm bath afterwards, it is ok to... well you know. We shall see if it works, or if the baths thwart me.

I fear this little project is going to get repetitive, unless I pop sooner.

So it has become clear that Andy isn't going to help this little tot come any sooner. And little does he realized that after the tot is here, I'm not going to help him out much either. At night he won't even try to cuddle because he fears it will lead to something. I guess after months of fearing labor, he isn't convinced it is ever a good idea.

( bad pictures of good handmade gifts )

So we have less than 2 weeks. Today we checked off "have kitty checked out by vet" off the list of things to do before BB is born. Spooky is perfect. She got her booster vaccines, and got a physical. the poor thing had such a rough day. First stuffed in a bag, then put in the car, then poked by vet, stuffed back into a bag, and put back in the car. She doesn't really want to talk to me today, but it's OK.

Last night I played in the BB room and did BB laundry. I think it is the last load until she is born.

Andy has been working a lot lately and he is afraid that he wont be able to get to the hospital in time, if I go into labor while he is at work. I don't know how to comfort him on this one. I try to rest bunches, but I'm not convinced if things are going to happen, that resting will postpone them.

Not to mention I'm so bored, that if I don't give birth soon, I'll start cutting myself.

So the good news is I'm on maternity leave now, the bad news is that if I don't want to be in constant pain, I have to rest on my side most of the time. It turns out that the baby has dropped and my bladder is pissed about it. I thought I had a UTI and was expecting to get run of antibiotics and I would be feeling better in a couple of days. But no. No infection means no antibiotics means stabbing pains and cramps until Sparky is born. The LPN suggested that she might come early, but since I seem not know what labor is, I would just rather wait until the C/S.

FIL will more than likely not be joining us for the birth of his first (and probably only) grandchild. Why? You ask. Because they are having car trouble and they cannot find anyone to take care of the 5 deer. MIL will still come, probably after BB's born, and stay for 2 weeks. This is fine. But Andy is PISSED. He knows it will be better without his dad, but really his dad needs to be here.

I worry that Andy won't be able to forgive this one.

a complete aside, watching Andy try on baby carriers today at Babies r Us was the sexiest thing I have ever seen. And then he pick out his favorite swing. It was too cute.

We have been busy little bees.

( the BUCK stops here... )

And a little Kitty Porn...

(  because she likes it... )

X-Posted at craftgrrl

a new sprayer (to replace the one we already own)...$19.99
2 floor scrapers (when we only needed one)...$9.99 each
Texture Paint (that we couldn't use when impatience prevailed)...$23.00
Texture Rollers (that were ruined when directions weren't read)...$15.00
Joint Compound (that we couldn't use, See Texture paint)...$15.00
Texture Brush (that we couldn't use, See Texture paint)...$8.00
Spatter Gun...$66.00
Light Joint Compound...$9.99

Having your marriage intact and getting rid of popcorn ceiling...
PRICELESS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

So I just did the math. If you count only weekends (when we will actually have time to do stuff) we have 28 days (at best) before Sparky makes her grand appearance.

As of today we have managed to get rid of our spare bed in the guestroom, agreed on a crib, and signed up for a registry (we have yet to actually register for stuff).


DH suggested we take the popcorn off the nursery ceiling, if we don't do it now, it won't be done for the next 20 years. He's right. But we don't have time. The nursery isn't even empty. If we redo the ceiling, then we will redo the floor, this will bring us into september.

I really hope instinct kicks in after Sparky makes her big appearance. Otherwise they will come and take her away.

So I had a Dr appt today.

I also had a lot of questions, I haven't been sleeping well, my joints have been achy, my scar tissue has been tearing, and apparently I'm having contractions.

Contractions at 21 weeks = very bad news. So this means I have to be a responsible adult now.
1) I have to eat regularly, Ok I think I can handle that. I seem to barf less, and
2) I have to drink at least a gallon of water a day. the more the better. Ok. I thought I was, but I'll drink more.
3) No sex. Ok...
I suggested that maybe if I did 1 and 2 that 3 might be ok. The Dr lady shot that idea down.

I also get a referral for an orthopedic because of my joint, it is probably just hormones, but just to be sure (of what? I don't know). For all the pain I cannot take alieve, but I can take vicodin. I guess I'll be sleeping much better now.

The best news is that Sparky has a strong and healthy heart beat. All the blood tests are perfect, and everything with her is great, and wiggly. I just have to get my ducks in a row.

19 more weeks. I can do it.

I'll post BB pics later, but I have info.

BB is perfect. All critical measurements are exactly where they are supposed to be.

And we are a wiggle one. the tech would find an angle she liked and someone would wiggle away.

then when it came to the personal views, someone wasn't willing to move some very cute little feet.

but then SHE did.

Everything is perfect and we know. Andy just wants to wait until tomorrow to tell.

I can say someone is in trouble. And it is not me. HAHAHAHHAHAHHHAHAHAH

I also posted this at craftgrrl. I thought yous guys might want to see how it worked out too.


This is a really easy pattern that turns out pretty cute. I'm not a great knitter, but I really like this pattern. My grandma gave me the pattern for baby gifts, and it really is the only think I can knit.

My co worker is having a summer baby, and it is nice pattern for the heat. Just enough to take the edge off of air conditioned rooms.



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If anyone has any tips on making a brim for hats on kniffty knitters that don't involve snapping the yarn I would really appreciate any help.

So I figure I haven't posted an update on the the cutest little blobby ever. (at least I think so)

We had out second Dr. Appt last week and got to listen to "his" heartbeat again, but only for about 4.2 seconds. Our appt was late in the day and our Dr was not in any mood to hang out. But we did get to sign a form promising not to go into labor. I said eloquently, "Duh, OK."

Then I ask her about a slight pain I have been having for several weeks now. She said, "Are they cramps?"
I said, "No, more like stitches from running, but smaller and short in duration."

I was then informed that after two invasive abdominal surgeries I had lots of scar tissue. The pain I'm feeling was it tearing apart, since it doesn't stretch. Furthermore that if I can feel it now, it will likey get much worse. But the good news in it is more likely to be unpleasent, than dangerous.

And I think that I felt the blobby the other day, but it might be too soon, and I did have to pee.

I'm pondering renting a fetal heartrate monitor, but then I think "I'm not that neuratic." But then I realize I am. And it may be cheaper and more gratifing that peeing on sticks when I want to confirm this is still real.

I can't wait to meet the little tot.

As far as I can tell the second trimester is way better than the first. I can eat, my boobs no longer hate me, and I have pooched out (although I think it is more fibroids than baby, but I'll take it). I have been having strange dreams too (No Jodie Foster, this is NOT George Clooney's Baby).

I think it is all good.