Boring

I've discovered that I really am quite a boring person.  Seriously.  This is why you haven't heard from me for so long.  Life just keeps going.

I go to work, Hod goes to work, we come home.

Sometimes I'm a good wife and I make dinner.

There is a gremlin who is in my house stealing my undershirts.  I need to find him and kick him out, cause it's causing problems.

My sister L7 introduced Hod and I to a new restaurant. (Ok, she mentioned it, and we decided to go by ourselves, cause she's out of town.)  I'm obsessed.  I just need to be rich so I can go.

Our apartment is on the second floor.  Luckily, this is too far up for big bugs to come join us.  I think they are too lazy.  But the little bugs seem to love our house.  No matter how clean I keep it, I find at least one little bug a day.  It's really annoying.

Hod and I are both growing.  I'm looking more pregnant every day, and Hod is getting taller.  Seriously.  My handsome hubby is going through a growth spurt.  Good thing I like tall men. :)

The Dr thinks I may be ... I don't remember what it's called, or how to spell it.  Basically I'm burning too many calories, so I have to eat more often.  All I do it eat!

I've gained 5 whole pounds this pregnancy!

Hod bought me flowers the other day.  Just cause they were pretty.

We still aren't unpacked.  I should work on that.

I got a lot of my favorite ice cream for super cheap yesterday, cause the machine at work exploded.  So happy.

I had a dream the other night that I had a pet unicorn that could talk to me.  I was sad when I woke up and it wasn't real.

And... that's about all.  Thanks for coming!

Logic... It's a Great Thing

Ok, so I've admitted that I have pregnancy brain.  As a result, I sometimes do stupid things.  Hey, I'm pregnant. What's your excuse?

Let me explain.  At my job, I work Tues and Thurs, and the other secretary (who is a dear friend) works the other 3 days.  She has one of the CUTEST little girls, and she is allowed to bring her to work.  Many of the customers enjoy seeing this sweet little girl.  I can't blame them.  I mean, really, her smile and giggle make your entire day better.

However, she is not my child.  As a result, I don't bring her to work.  To me this is logical.  And yet, at least once a week a customer asks me where the baby is.  I don't really look much like my friend, so people should be able to tell us apart.  It's like they think the baby comes with the job.  Along with being a secretary, we also have a baby-sitting business! Or something like that.  But they just keep asking.  My response is normally, "Well, she's with her mom."  And, I kid you not, I've had people ask me, "Why?"  WHAT?  Are you really asking me why the baby is with her mom?  Yes, I think she's cute, but I'm not going to bring some other lady's daughter to work.  Maybe I'm a mean person, but... I think I'd rather work without the cute little girl.  (Ok, I actually always bring my baby to work too, and she is also a cute little girl.  However, she doesn't really interfere with my job much.  She's pretty low maintenance.)

It's special.

Oh, and in other news, this week, I have found two places that I can no longer eat at, for at least the duration of my pregnancy.  It is a bummer.

Losing Brain Cells

I can't even tell you how glad I am that Hod got a new job.  Because I NEED him!

Pregnancy brain is such a real thing in my life.  Because Hod has been working at least 60 hours a week, I have been taking care of everything in our apartment.  And that's fine, because I've only been working around 10 hours a week.

However, it seems I have given all of my current brain cells to baby girl.  Let me give you some examples.

I did a load of whites, and they came out smelling gross.  I had been a little slow getting them from the washer to the dryer, so I blamed it on that.  But it really wasn't that long!  However, we have one of those high efficiency washers, so maybe I just needed to clean it?  I don't know.  Because we have a top loader, it's not supposed to get gross very fast, like I was told I should clean it 3-4 times a year.  And we only have had our washer for a month.

We couldn't figure out what it was.  Then, while Hod was changing cloths, he realized that his shirt smelled like a mix of Jolly Ranchers (remember this?) and of him.  But I was no where to be found.  Do you see where this is going?  I forgot to put laundry soap in the washer!  I have been doing my own laundry for SEVENTEEN years, and I have never forgot soap!  Who does that?  Pregnant ladies.

I've been demoted, so now it's Hod's job to wash and dry the laundry and I just put it away.

Along with this... I tried to burn down the apartment.  Ok... not on purpose, but still.  Here's that story.

I have this super fancy hair straightener, that I got from a friend in TX.  But the power button is crazy sensitive.  I've had this straightener for 3 years, and I just learned early on to always put the power button towards the counter.  Then I couldn't accidentally turn it on.  For 3 years I've been doing this.  And yet, on Sunday, I forgot.  Monday, when I went to go get in the shower I tossed my clean cloths on the counter.  After my shower, I reached for my cloths, and they were all hot!  My pants (and I only have 2 pairs of maternity pants) were burned.  It's not horrible, the average person probably wouldn't notice, but still, I burned my pants!  If I had taken a longer shower, I would have started a fire and burned down my apartment!

Because there was no real harm in this, I can laugh a bit about it, but it is still a bummer!

Our Goings On

Oh life.  How you keep trucking on.  Because I think that I'm interesting enough that you all want to know the every day stuff in my life, I thought I'd fill you all in. :)

I am working part time at an Ice Cream manufacturing plant.  I work 2 days a week, for the most part.  The other secretary is a long time friend, and I pick up shifts for her when she needs a day off for one reason or another.  And it's a blessing.  My job ends around Labor Day, but if/when my friend needs a day off she'll still call me!  So that's cool.  For the next year I am quite likely going to have some random income at random times. Oh, and even after baby girl is born they will let me take her to work.  Pretty much the perfect situation?  I think so!

Hod is a working machine!  Because we don't want me to work after baby is born... well except for a random day here and there, Hod has been working 2 jobs to make enough money to support us.  Between the 2 jobs, he is at work for around 70 hours a week.  Yeah, sure, he's clocked out for breaks for part of that, but he's not home.  It's been rough.  I miss my hubby!  But then, something exciting happened!

Hod applied for a manager job with a different company a few months ago.  This would be a training job, where they teach you how to be a head manager, train you for a year, and then move you to some random part of the country where you are in charge of your own store.  During his first interview he was told that he would be given a call for a second interview in about a week.  After a week, we heard nothing.  This company e-mails you to give you the bad news, and we didn't get the e-mail either.  We waited, and waited, and Hod applied for other jobs, and we waited a bit more.  Then almost 2 weeks ago, Hod was called in for a second interview.  We were shocked!  We had given up on this job.  He went to the interview, felt it went well, and was told that he should hear back by Wednesday if he got the job.

During all of this, he has been miserable working his full time job.  It is not a good job.  It is lousy, and they are not nice people.  He had given up hope of ever getting out of there.  While I am so grateful that he is willing to work a lousy job to support us, it has been hard watching him be so miserable.

Wednesday came and went.  No call, no e-mail.  Then Thursday, while we were on our way to go see Hod's sister he got a call!  He was offered a job.  Not quite the job he had applied for.  We are a little bit nervous.  This current job is a little bit special.  It doesn't make quite enough to support us.  However, it is kind of a 30 day audition.  Because Hod has never worked for this company (which has some commission type stuff, which Hod has never done) they want to make sure he's the right fit for the manager training job.  Hod is pretty amazing, so we're not super stressed about him not passing the audition.  But if he doesn't, then life is going to be really hard once I stop working in September.  But when he does, he'll be salaried!  SALARIED!  We don't have to stress every time he needs a day off because that includes a pay cut.  AND he'll be back to working only 40 hours a week.  I get my husband back!

Baby is doing great!  She is measuring right on schedule.  Both ultrasounds she has been super active, but then again... I drank some juice so she was probably on a sugar high.  Everything with my pregnancy is looking good.  I have this random infection that you are either born with or not, so I'm on an antibiotic.  It's not a big deal, but if it is left untreated it can cause pre-term labor.  I take a pill twice a day, and it's all good!  I have an anterior placenta, meaning it will still be a while before I can feel regular movement.  This is also not a big deal at all, unless I need a c-section.  Then it can cause complications, but not really, because you're already in surgery, so any complications would be somewhat expected and they will be able to fix them all.

Hod and I are very excited to have Baby here!  And now it's fun that we can start getting the nursery ready.

Overall, life is going great!  We are happy and life is only getting better!

Did You Notice The Change?

Hey, friends!  Just a quick update.

Did you notice my ticker change?  It has multiple changes.  We are now comparing baby to various food items.  Also, my due date has been moved forward!  Yep, I gained almost a week.  I feel really good about that option.  And the last change is... IT'S PINK!  As in, Hod and I are having a little girl.

I'm pretty happy!  I originally wanted a boy first, but when we found out that she is a girl, I wasn't disappointed at all.  This is going to be great!

It Makes Me Hungry!

This post may have a little TMI.  Just go with it.  It's nothing that bad.

When I was a young teen, I had the unfortunate-ness of having ... shall we say more potent sweat than the average girl.  For years, I used this super expensive deodorant that fixed the smell, but had no antiperspirant.  It was no fun.  

While I was in college, someone I knew with a similar problem went to a dermatologist and was told to use Arrid Gel Extra, Extra something like that.  I joined the ranks and was in LOVE!  Finally a deodorant with antiperspirant.  The only problem: it was mostly for men. Most scents made me feel like a man.  I had exactly one option that made me feel girly.  But I was happy.

Then they took away one of the Extras.  It seemed to be pretty much the same thing... so I kept going.

Then they got rid of the only Extra left.  This was becoming problematic.

Then they stopped selling the one girly scent in stores, but I could find it online.

Alas, it is no more.

So, I decided I would have to just smell like a man.  It was better than smelling gross!

My trip to the store was very disappointing.  They didn't have ANY Arrid at all!   What was I to do?  However, in my many years of Arrid use, most of the other brands have come out with "prescription strength" options.  Looks like I better try one of those.  I found a powder fresh option, cause that's my fav, and went home to try it.

And it works!  I'm quite happy.  However, there is one thing..... it makes me smell like Jolly Ranchers.  Watermelon Jolly Ranchers to be exact.  I thought I was crazy, so I asked Hod, and he totally agrees.  Now I walk around smelling like candy.  Do you have any idea how susceptible a pregnant woman's cravings are to suggestions?  I've even started dreaming about Jolly Ranchers.

I don't think deodorant is supposed to make you hungry. 

You Have Not Been Missed

I've had a lot of jobs in my life.  I guess when you move every 6-12 months, you are bound to have to get new jobs.  My last two jobs didn't deal with the general public.  It was blissful.  Seriously.  What is it about the general public that causes such a strong struggle?

I work at a factory that makes ice cream type products.  I'm one of the secretaries.  I get to share the job with one of my best friends.  She works 3 days a week, I work 2, unless one of us has a need to have an extra day off, then we cover for each other.  It really is a great situation.  Along with basic secretarial duties, we also have a small store where we sell our product.  I am the cashier.  Normally, that's fine.  I see lots of people some are great.  But many, many are not.  Let me vent a bit.

We sell seconds.  SECONDS as in, they have issues, so we won't sell them at full price.  However, if you are just after flavor, and not looks or perfection, then they are great.  (I'm all about the seconds, personally.)  The seconds are super popular, because they are $.10 - $.23 cheaper a piece.  Because we are a business, we don't try to make mistakes.  We always aim for firsts.  This means a few things.  1st - you CAN NOT order seconds. We don't have an employee who's job it is to work in the back and mess things up so you can buy them at a cheaper price.  That would be stupid, and said person would probably be fired.  2nd - Because these are mistakes, we can't promise to have a certain amount, a certain flavor, or anything like that.  Sometimes we run out.  If you wanted them, you should have gotten here sooner.  Not my fault.  3rd - When I tell you that we are out, we really are out!  I'm not some mean person who enjoys toying with the public's ice cream needs.  Sarcastically offering to go in the back to check for me just makes you a jerk.  4th - We sell seconds individually.  This means, you need to count as you are throwing them into a bag.  You see, I work in an office.  I have about 1 foot of clean space on my desk, because we had to make room for the cash register that is about as old as I am.  Passing me 2 bags full and saying, "why don't you count them" once again makes you seem rude.  Ok, so a lot of places don't trust their customers.  We do, and we'll let you count for us.  You had to put them in the bag, why didn't you count a little?  Could it be because you are wearing shoes, so you couldn't look at our toes to help you?  Ok, that was mean.  But really, when you have 45 in a box, and you hold the box up, do you really think I can magically count them just by looking?  This isn't a carnival game, where we get a prize for the closest guess.

Our store is small.  As in, I'm not exaggerating when I tell you that it is about 8ft X 8ft.  And this includes 3 chest freezers, 2 chairs, and a small table.  On top of the largest freezer, we have a bunch of plastic bags.  At least 3 times a day, I have someone ask me if we have bags.  PLEASE open your eyes!  Really, you have 64 square feet to look through.  Can't you glance around?

We sell about 10 flavors.  10.  Not 1,000, TEN.  So, WHY does it take you 20 minutes to pick one?  Heck, we even have 2 different multi-flavor packs to make it easier to be indecisive.    AND if you're indecisive, please don't come in 3 minutes before we close.  Some of us have family, who have to leave for work 10 minutes after I get home.  I would like to see my husband.  If you really are sorry, then make a choice!

Don't get me wrong, I am very happy to have this job.  I just sometimes wish the general public would be a little bit easier to work with.

I Don't Think That is What They Meant

As many of you know, it is a common thing for pregnant woman to be slightly unaware of their bodies.  They used to fit through a spot *this* big, and now they need a spot *TTTTHHHHIIIISSSSS* big.  Because this happens so quickly, we tend to be a bit klutzy as we adjust to our every changing bodies.

I haven't had too much of a problem so far.  Then today I had a crazy klutzy moment that hurt!  But not what you think.

My pierced ears have become quite sensitive since becoming pregnant.  As a result, I need to normally wear my very high quality earrings.  These tend to be quite expensive, so I only own one pair; my studs.  I put them in, and forget about them, wearing them for weeks at a time.

This morning as I was combing my hair, I caught my earring and ripped it out of my ear with my comb.  I've had my ears pierced for a year, and I've NEVER done something like that.

I would like to blame it on my ever changing body that I can't keep track of... but I'm pretty sure pregnancy hasn't changed the placement of my ears.