I’m going to post a longer Bean update but until then, here are pics of my 19 week belly taken today. And yes, I’m wearing the same shirt as the last pics.
More later, I promise.
Archive | February, 2008
although we’ve come to the end of the road….
22 FebOhmygoodness, Boyz II Men is on “Don’t Forget the Lyrics”!! (Which is the only reason I’m watching this show I assure you.) I was IN LOVE with them back in da day.
Ok, now I am awash in adolescent memories….forgive me while I dust off my yearbook and go tease my bangs.
oh, that makes much more sense now
18 FebI just figured out that Rihanna is saying “Please don’t stop the music” instead of “Measles got the music”. Doh.
week 17 doctor appointment
16 FebThis was the first doctor’s appointment I have gone to so far where I didn’t have to get stuck with the needle of death and have vials of my lifeblood taken from me. So a bit “woot” to that!
I saw a different doctor this time, Dr. S. They told me that my regular midwife lady was having surgery so I’d see Dr. S. But I think they are going to start having me see a different person every visit at some point anyway so I will be somewhat familiar with all of the possible lucky folks who might be on call when it’s time for Bean to come on outta there.
Dr. S was ok. I can’t complain. We listened to the heartbeat and it was determined that Bean was still in place. The ka-thumps were at 140 bpm, which is apparently normal and good. I was kicking myself because I forgot to ask how much weight I’d gained since the last time. I didn’t even notice what the scale said, I was so oblivious and excited to lay on that table and listen to the ka-thumps. I’m a complete ditz sometimes. Most times.
What I did remember to ask was if it was ok for me to have nitrous at my next dentist appointment. I completely stumped Dr. S with that one. He looked perplexed and said “ya know, nobody has ever asked me that question before”. He had to look it up on his Magical Medical Computer and according to what he found, said it was ok. He even wrote me a note to give the dentist in case they are hesitant But honestly, I’m not sure if I feel good about that or not. I haven’t been able to find out much information about getting nitrous while pregnant and I’m not positive I’m going to. Anyone have any opinions or input on this subject? I don’t want to endanger Bean just because of my tiny lil’ phobia of the Devil dentist. So we’ll see. Seems like I did read somewhere that they use nitrous in Britian during birth or some such? I need to find that article and buy my plane tickets immediately ’cause I’m all about that! I also asked Dr. S about flying at about week 29 to Baltimore. I thought it was ok and it is. Dangit. Don’t ask.
The big news from the appointment is that on March 6 we will have the BIG ULTRASOUND and hopefully be able to find out the gender!!! I’m gonna go ahead and call a boy right now so we’ll see. I’m excited to know if we’re going to have a Baby Accountant or a Baby Finn so I can actually go buy some baby stuff of the appropriate cuteness.
Speaking of shopping, today I went to a local consignment store I just found out about (thanks D!) and I bought two maternity shirts for less than $12.00 total! I am all about the bargain maternity clothes shopping. What I really am hurtin’ for though are maternity pants and believe it or not, bras! The undergarment situation must be remedied in the next few days or all blood will cease to circulate to my lower half due to constriction of the torso. But you probably didn’t need to know that huh?
mary sunshine says take a hike
16 FebSome people continue to amaze me with their lack of thought. Do they really think this is all there is to my life? That I know no other people? That I talk to no one else? That I would even consider allowing what they assumed I would?
Wow.
i just wanna hoot ‘n holler, is that too much to ask?
11 FebI’m in a funk so this will not be the most uplifting blog post you’ve read all day. Why am I in a funk? Here are some reasons:
Because I need to learn either time management skills or I need to drop some obligations. Let’s see, what obligations can I diss? It has to be one or more of the following – work, school, Bean, husband, dog or household – that about covers it. Of those six, Bean is here to stay, as is hubs and dog. Household…I don’t really do much on that one anyway when it comes to housework, cooking or other domestic duties so perhaps that one shouldn’t have been on the list in the first place. However, work and school are definitely negotiable. But since I’ve already paid mega bucks for school I suppose that one has to be dealt with.
So that leaves work. Yes, I’ve solved my problems! I will go into the office tomorrow and pull a David Allan Coe or Johnny Paycheck, whoever it was, and tell The Man to “Take This Job and Shove It”. That, my friends, would be a glorious day in the life of Finn.
I don’t usually write about work but this has to be said. Over the past, oh, few years, I’ve become a master of apathy in the workplace. I should win an Oscar for this shizzle I got going on yo. I go in most days acting like Miss Mary Sunshine, sitting at my computer plugging in numbers, running queries, doing the data data data thing all day and no one, except my poor chosen friends who I feel comfortable enough telling my true feelings to, are the wiser. People, I am telling you that I could walk out of that place in a quarter second, never look back and never regret it. Not for one iota of an instant.
Not caring about what you do for eight hours a day, five days a week is not a very happy place to be. I don’t loathe it, most days anyway. I just don’t give a white rat’s booty about it one way or the other. The Man could come in tomorrow and tell us our department is no longer needed and I would hoot ‘n holler like He’d just given me a $5000 raise. Then I would get in my Elephant, turn the radio up to that “Apple Bottom Jeans” song by Flo Rida and beebop my ever expanding hiney down the interstate to Sonic for a slushe and tip the carhop at least $20.
From all this you can probably gather that I failed miserably in my completion of weekend tasks. Yes, I know, sitting on my tail with the laptop is not helping get my reading done or that dratted room cleaned out. But you should know that I have been immersed in the fascinating world of Deconstruction and Literary Criticism for hours all weekend and am still not done! It is a hopeless endeavor I tell you. I turn the page and there are 50 more pages after the one I just finished, just taunting me with the fact that they need to be waded through as well and why is it taking you so long to read that one paragraph? It should be a simple matter to comprehend what sentences like “The text provokes certain expectations which in turn we project onto the text in such a way that we reduce the polysemantic possibilities to a single interpretation in keeping with the expectations aroused, thus extracting an individual, configurative meaning” are getting at, you moron. But I asked for this, right? So I shouldn’t complain. And I think, in smaller doses, I might could get into it a bit better but dang, after 100 or so pages of sentences like that, I am just tired of reading the same thing over and over at least ten times to finally feel comfortable with it. And then there are those next 50 pages staring at me with more of the same.
I guess I am afraid I will become apathetic to this new thing I’m attempting too. I mean, how many different things, new things, can I try and not like? Try and fail at. And I’m not failing at this mind you, but I’m not hootin’ ‘n hollerin’ about it and beebopping to Sonic over it either. And that’s all I want, something that will make me hoot n’ holler and tip carhops $20 because I’m so excited about what I’m doing. I haven’t found that yet and it’s weighing me down.
That’s it, I’m going to buy a lottery ticket right now.
crazy bloggers will post just anything won’t they?
9 FebI just dropped my favorite ink pen into the toilet.
Good thing I’d just flushed.
