My hubby

Have you ever loved someone so much that it hurt? Not physically, but it made your heart sick to be away from that person. After 6 years together you still get butterflies in your tummy when you see them. You still get excited to get to spend time with them? I have and I feel very fortunate to have experienced it and it scares me to death sometime when I am faced with the inevitable, the loss of that person. I have talked briefly about my hubby here before, but nothing in depth.

As I was ironing clothes last night for work and he was in the bathroom grooming himself in the mirror I had a horrifying thought. Horrifying thoughts seem to plague me more now that I am pregnant and extremely hormonal. Yesterday was especially bad for those thoughts. Anyway as I was ironing and talking to my husband a grim reality hit me, something that I try not to think about too often, but yet it creeeps in my mind still. My husband is a diabetic and has been since he was 11. He has battled with a malfunctioning pancreas most of his life. He will be 36 years old soon, which means that he has battled this dragon for 25 years. Diabetes is such a horrible disease that is completely controllable, but not curable. It is a silent dragon, it lays in wait, just waiting for the perfect time to strike. Of course you monitor your blood sugar and take the necessary amount of insulin to keep your body functioning, but it is busy doing it's damage undetected.

I wonder if my husband will be the one to lose his eye sight or a leg or his kidneys. Or worse yet, have a stroke or heart attack and never recover. I wonder if I will be a young widow of if we will have many more years together. I wonder if he will be here long enough to see his children graduate from high school and give his daughter away at her wedding. I try not to think about these things too often, I try to just enjoy our time together, but these things have plagued my thoughts lately. I do not discuss these things with my husband because as soon as he brings it up I turn into a bawling mess. He always says that he has been lucky so far and he is waiting for the other shoe to drop. The other shoe being a complication caused from this disease. I know it has to be a constant in his thoughts, yet he hardly ever speaks of it. When he does I just reassure him that I love him and I married him in sickness and in health and if the sickness comes I will be right by his side to get him through it.

Christmas in July

Okay is really July 25? That is the date on all my calenders and the weather here certainly feels like the end of July. Yet when I get to work this morning and turn on my radio they are playing holiday music, CHRISTMAS HOLIDAY music! I listen to the light rock station at work because they play "safe" music for the office, but c'mon people Christmas music in July, WTF? Get with the program people.

What I did on my summer vacation

As promised, what I did on my summer vacation. First of all let me give you the specifics. My family including me, hubby, child, mother-in-law and sister-in-law renting a condo near the beach, not quite in walking distance this year, for a week. Well it was in walking distance if you like to walk very far carrying beach chairs and a cooler in the blistering hot sun, but that is beside the point. Last year we were much closer to the beach, but we did not go the week of July 4th and we did not wait until the last minute to book it. It is a great little stretch of beach along 30-A in beautiful south Walton County, Florida.

We had planned to leave at 10 on Saturday morning. That would have put us in our condo about 4 that afternoon depending on how much the pregnant lady (me) had to stop and pee. 10 o'clock came and went and in-laws were no where to be found. Finally at 10:30 they call, only 10 minutes away, yippee!!! That only puts us nearly an hour behind. Well they get there, we get ready to go, house is all locked up, cars all packed. Away we go! Well after we stop for in-laws to get gas and ice oh yeah and Dunkin' Donuts, can't leave for vacation without that. Needless to say hubby was pissed and pouting, which makes for a great fun car ride. We drive for hours and of course hubby and I are getting hungry because we didn't want anything at DD, believe it or not we had eaten breakfast while we were waiting on them to get to the house.

We go through Columbus, sister-in-law calls to see if we want to stop. We tell her yes that we are hungry, lunch would be nice. So they just keep driving. An hour later, we call them back and tell them that we have to stop somewhere because I have to go potty. So they stop at this dirty little gas station and I go potty and get some chips because I am STARVING, I know I might have mentioned that earlier but just stay with me. Finally about 30 minutes after the gas station we get to another town and stop there to eat at McD's. Apparently everyone else going to the beach stopped there also. I have never been to a busier McD's in my life, the food wasn't good, but I was so hungry I barely noticed. All aboard, next stop condo near the beach!

As we got closer, the traffic got worse. We were eventually sitting in barely moving traffic only about 20 minutes from our destination, but it took us more than an our to get there. Hubby was beginning to get ill and I was restless. I hate riding in the car for a long time, it just makes me crazy! Finally we get there, the condo is great. You park underneath, then have stairs to walk to the main level, then stairs to the bedroom. Stairs are not a good thing for a pregnant woman, an older woman with bad knees and a severely energetic 8 year old child. Not to mention we packed like we were moving and hubby had to carry all that stuff up 2 flights of stairs.

Yeah that was only the beginning. The rest of the week really wasn't any better. I will give you a quick rundown. Sunday, our first full day of vacation. We slept late then went down to the beach and I sat in my chair at the edge of the water reading my book, peace at last. Peace that is until later that day when my poor feet began to hurt and swell because of the severe sunburn. I think I had like third degree burns on my feet. It has been 2 weeks and they are still red and itchy! The agony of hurting feet was just horrible. I cried nearly everyday (mostly when I was by myself or with hubby) and I really don't think anyone understood how bad my feet were hurting, especially my hubby. It hurt to put on shoes, it hurt to walk, it hurt to sit still. I sat in the condo with them propped up most of the week. By Tuesday afternoon I was ready to come home. I wanted to go to my doctor and have them make the pain go away. It made the entire rest of the trip awful. I also realized on this trip that I need to be on medication to keep myself sane and to help the others around me survive on a daily basis. That will be one of the first things I do after I birth this baby and wean him from nursing.

Tuesday I went out to the beach for a little while, feet still hurting of course. We had a tent that I sat under so it wasn't as bad. Wednesday tropical storm Cindy came through that morning. It blew the patio chairs up against the windows and rained like crazy. The sky was angry, but by lunchtime it was gone. The ocean was extremely rough so we did not even go to the beach that day. The storm also blew our tent down and broke it, so there went my shade for the rest of the week. I spent the afternoon shopping with the in-laws while hubby took the child to play mini golf and ride go carts and play arcade games. I did enjoy that afternoon. I got some new clothes and shoes. That always makes me feel better, new stuff for me!!! By that night the swelling was going down in my feet and they were not hurting quite as bad.

Thursday we took a little cruise over to an island that is undeveloped. It was beautiful! White sand, shells, birds, dunes, just the way a beach should be. It was surrounded on one side by the gulf and the other side by this lagoon. We picked up lots of shells and had a picnic lunch. We also saw a seahorse that had washed up on the beach. A real like seahorse. He was still moving so after we snapped a few pictures of him hubby scooped him up on a seashell and tossed him back into the sea. On the cruise over and back we saw dolphins!

Friday we got up and watched the weather channel, everyone was keeping an eye on Hurrican Dennis. The in-laws were already at the beach so we got dressed and decided that we would go for a bit, since it was our last full day. We got there and they had changed the flags to red, meaning no swimming. A fireman met us on the beach access bridge to ask us to please leave the beach and the area. A voluntary evacuation had been issued for the area. The hurricane was expected to hit the area on Sunday morning. WHOOPEE! So we proceeded to walk down to the beach and get the in-laws and all of our beach stuff and head back to the condo to pack up and prepare to leave. We went to get gas before going back to the condo, we waited in line 20 minutes at the gas station to get gas and of course they were out of regular unleaded we had to get the expensive stuff. I am just glad that we got gas then. We had planned to eat in Panama City that night, which was about an hour from where we stayed. So we kept with our original plan and headed to PC to eat before we go on the road back home. We were extremely lucky that we did go to PC to eat, which put us on a different highway leading home. A less crowded highway. By the time we got on the road, most of the gas stations were out of gas.

After 2 stops to potty and plenty of nodding off at the wheel we got home, it was 3:30 in the morning on Saturday morning. I have never been so happy to be home. After a few hours of sleep I was up and unpacking. We are still not completely unpacked, maybe I can finish that grueling task this weekend. Around lunchtime on Saturday my bestest friend brought my dog home. I missed my dog, but I don't think that she missed us. She has been sad and mopey to be home. I think she misses her other family, with their dog and small child and farm.

So there it is in a nutshell, my summer vacation. I can't really say that I had a great time or even a relaxing time. Next year will have to be better. Maybe I will be back on the meds and it will be just wonderful!

Looking the part

Okay so I officially look pregnant. I have thought that I looked pregnant for a while now, but you know how some people just look fat and it leaves you wondering. Well people wonder no more about me. It looks like I swallowed a soccer ball! It almost happened overnight. One day I just looked pudgy them BAM, I began to look very much pregnant. I am carrying my baby very low, so my belly isn't propping up my boobs! I haven't gotten big enough to pop out my cute little belly button yet, but I have a feeling it won't be too much longer.
I can really feel the baby move now. My hubby got to feel him move while we were on vacation. It is such a wonderful feeling. He usually really starts moving after I eat and sit down to relax. We are talking and reading to the baby and playing music for him.

Now that we know what he is, we have to pick out the nursery theme. We have picked out some really cute ones that we like. I will let you know as soon as we decide.

I think I have finally gotten to the good part of my pregnancy. No more nausea!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm back from vacation

Rest and relaxation...was not what I got on vacation. Instead I got stress and anxiety and SEVERELY sunburned feet, despite the gallon of sunscreen that I bathed myself in. I had a miserable time, probably because of the pain in my feet. I find it hard to relax and have fun when I am in excrutiating pain. Not to mention the fact that I am pregnant and moody didn't help the vacation at all. We arrived on Saturday and by Wednesday I was ready to come home. I will give you the details of all the fun things we did later! Just know that when I say that I am glad to be back, I really mean it.

Rest and relaxation

I am so excited. It is finally here, VACATION! We are leaving in the morning and will return on next Saturday. I will not have access to a computer or the internet while I am gone, so I will miss you all. I hope you will miss me too. I will be relaxing on the beach with a great book and my wonderful family. Have a great July 4th and an even better week.

Want to know what the baby is?

Well today was a monumental day in my pregnancy. I had my ultrasound this morning. My hubby and child were there, which was wonderful. I was so nervous. I started having bad anxiety last night about something being wrong with the baby. It was something that I had thought about before, but last night was worse. I cried during supper, and hubby assured me that nothing was wrong with the baby and even if it was we could handle it. We snuggled up and went to sleep last night, both of us anticipating today.

We had to take 2 cars because my doctor is in the town that I work in and I had to come to work after the appointment. Hubby of course works in the town that we live in so he had to go back there. I got to the office and he was already there with his child standing in the hall looking out the window waiting for me. I wanted to cry when I saw them there. Hormonal tears get the best of me sometimes. We went into the waiting room and waited for what seemed like an eternity, finally the Ultrasound technician came and got us and led us into the room.

It was a nice quiet, very dimly lit little room. It has been so long since I have seen an ultrasound I had forgotten what they really look like. She looked for a while and did some measurements and typed some stuff in and printed some pictures. Then she turned the screeen around so I could see it. It was magnificent! I could see my baby moving all around. Then she asked if we wanted to know what it was, very excitedly we answered her, "YES!" She isolated part of the anatomy and asked if we could tell what it was, immediately I could. IT'S A BOY!!!! I am so excited, I cried a little bit. I could have cried more, but I hate to be a blubbering mess. I have pictures and I have been showing everyone. My family is so excited, we have no boys, so mine will be the first. I can't believe that I am gonna have a son.

Eight legged hysteria

It was a very uneventful night last night, just snuggling on the sofa watching TV with my hubby. I guess it happened around 10 or 10:30. The dog needed to go outside, like she usually does, so I got up to let her out. I opened the door, attached her collar to her runner and closed the door. Nothing abnormal about that. All of a sudden something catches my eye, something on my shirt crawling! I started screaming and hitting myself and jumping around. My hubby was looking at me like I was crazy and screaming what's wrong, what's wrong. I knocked the crawly thing off my shirt and got a good look at the huge 8 legged arachid. I then proceeded to grab a shoe and beat the daylights out of it. When will spiders learn not to scare pregnant women? In all the commotion of trying to knock the thing off my shirt I scratched my face. I think I had a small heart attack. It scared the life out of me. Note to spiders and other creep crawlies: STAY THE HELL AWAY FROM ME! YOU SCARE ME AND I WILL KILL YOU IF I CAN! Maybe they read my blog and they will get the message.

Something is eatin' at me...

I feel like I really need to write something today so here goes. Being pregnant is such a wierd experience. It goes through so many phases. In the beginning I was so nauseated, yet I had to eat every 2 hours or I would feel worse. Now the nausea is gone and I am starving. I eat and a few minutes later I am hungry again. I was so hungry this morning that I ate my lunch of a honey roasted turkey and provolone cheese sandwich at 10:30 this morning. I normally start getting hungry around 11:00 or so and I go to lunch at 12:00 so most of the time I just wait it out, but this last week I have been so hungry. So anywho, I had errands to run today at lunch and on my way back to the office I went to the store and bought a pint of Strawberry ice cream, made with real strawberries, not just artificial flavoring. I got back to the office and ate a little bit of my ice cream and put the rest of it back in the freezer for a yummy afternoon snack. A co-worker called me after lunch to tell me that she had an extra baked potato left over from her lunch still wrapped in its little aluminum foil sleeve if I wanted it. So I gave in around 2:30 and ate the potato. It was a very big baked potato with lots of butter melted on it's yummy starchiness. I am staring at the remaining potato carcass thinking I could really have eaten 2 of them, if I had more butter I would eat the peel too. I think I need to get my ice cream out and finish it off, maybe that will satisfy my hungry stomach for a little while. I have been so proud of myself up until this point, trying to eat only healthy things and watching my weight gain, I have a feeling thatl if this keeps up I will be watching my weight gain alright. I need to go buy some grapes to keep at work so I can munch on them as I sit at my desk and work, ar at least pretend to.

We bought the farm...well not literally

Well it is official, hubby and I are now the proud owners of a four bedroom two and a half bath house on a three quarters of an acre double lot. We closed on the house yesterday. The best part about it is that we don't have to move. We have been living in the house since November of 03 and the owners decided that they wanted to sell it and we had first option to buy it. I love our house, it just feels like home. There is plenty of room for us to grow. Now we can paint and redecorate and take down the ugly blinds and have everything the way we want it. Ahh home ownership, it feels good.

Tuesday therapy session

Have you ever had something to do that you just keep putting off and never end up doing it. I do that so often that it makes me seem like a bad friend or family member. My mind is just filled with all things baby and our lack of finances that I have little room for other things. My family came to visit me 2 weekends ago, 2 of my sisters, my mom, and one of my neices. This is the first time that my oldest sister has been to my house, we moved into it in November 2003. Yeah I understand that it is an hour from her house and that she works and has three kids, don't get me wrong I do understand. Anyway, this sister and I were very close at one time in our lives. Many things have happened since then to drive a wedge between us and open my eyes to things that I had always just accepted. Since I moved away from my family and anyone who really knows me, I have learned to rely on my husband for many things. He is my best friend, my partner, my lover, he is the first one that I want to call when things happen, good or bad. For the first time in my life I am independent of my family and all their dysfunction and I must say it is nice. Anyway I get this call last Thursday at work, no less, from my oldest sister. She just doesn't know where she fits into my life, she doesn't feel like she knows me anymore, blah, blah, blah.Oh yeah and she was crying her eyes out. Now don't get me wrong, I have shed many tears for the lost relationship with my family, so don't think that I am just a cold hearted witch, because I am not. Anyway I was at work when she called and there are too many ears around most of the time for me to get into a heartfelt discussion with anyone on the phone, so I had to cut her short and let her go. I did not call her back that night or since then. It really pissed me off that she chose a day from hell to call me at work. I've told everyone that I cannot really have personal phone calls at work, most of the people in my life abide by that rule, trust me it isn't my rule, but I have gotten in trouble more than once about personal phone calls. I digress, I started writing her a letter that night, which I have started and stopped so many times that I don't even feel like writing it anymore. Why can't people just accept you the way you are and love you for it, instead of wanting you to be what they think you should be? The truth is that my sister doesn't know me anymore, she hasn't known me in some time. She hasn't taken the time to know the person that I have become, I have grown up tremendously over the past year and 1/2. How do you say the really hard things to someone that you love? I don't want to hurt her feelings, but I will never be the same person that I was 5 or 6 years ago. If she wants to feel close to me then she is going to have to take the effort to get to know me and establish that relationship with me. I think that this had turned into rambling, so I will end it now. Thanks for listening.

Never a dull moment

Everyday with me is like a new adventure. You just never know what to expect. Hubby and I have discussed finding a church to start attending since we moved a year and a half ago. We visited one and hated it, and have not attempted to visit another one until last Sunday. We ironed our clothes on Saturday night and had everything ready for Sunday morning. We got up and got dressed and I must admit, we do clean up nicely! We got there and things were going fine, the church seemed nice enough. We sung a few songs, listened to a few announcements. Things were going great, and then the pastor got up and announced that it was a baptism service. Awe how wonderful, someone is going to be baptized. The family goes up there and it isn't just someone it is a baby and a child of maybe about 3 or 4. So the pastor goes on to ask the questions that they ask and I am tearing up. Yeah hormones going full blast, not a good thing! So after the pastor is done he brings the children down the aisle of the church to show them to the congregation. Well seeing that sweet baby was just more than I could handle. All these things are going through my mind, pregnancy does that to you. It also hit me at that very minute that I am really having a baby. Anywho the pastor gets about 2 rows from us with the baby and I feel it, the real tears are coming. You know you can only silently cry for a little bit before it turns into sobbing. Well it turned into sobbing, one big horrendous noise escaped my body before I could shove my hubby out of the pew and out the door. It was so quiet in the church that you could have heard a pin drop, but instead they heard me sobbing as I ran for the door. We got outside and I think my hubby was in shock, I was still sobbing, I could not catch my breath, I thought I was gonna throw up. Then he starts laughing at me. I eventually calm down and blow my nose and regain my composure, and I started laughing too. We did not go back into the church, we left and got some lunch instead. I think we may try to go back next week, but only if there isn't a baptism on the bulletin. You see I told you never a dull moment with me.

Thursday tidbits

Updates...let's see where do I begin? I went to the doctor yesterday for my 16 week (4 month) check up. All seems to be well with me and baby. The heartbeat sounds great. I have not gained anymore weight, which is really good! I am feeling alright most days. I still have some times when I am extremely nauseated and gag at the least little thing, like when I brush my teeth. For the most part though I am feeling better. I have more energy than I did a month ago and I am able to stay awake past 9:00. Next month is the big sonogram! I can't wait to find out if the baby is a girl or a boy.

The office assistant search is over, you can stop sending the resumes. I was very relieved last week when a former employee called to see about filing the position. We worked out everything and she was to start on Wednesday. Okay she has worked here before so she knows how our boss is about things. He hates tardiness! He fired one of the assistants for always being late, and she knows this. I got here yesterday right at 8:30 and she wasn't here yet. I was a little worried, but I knew there had to be a good explanation. I tried calling her house to make sure that she had not overslept or something, no answer. The boss kept calling me asking if I had heard from her, well of course I had not. She comes in at 9:15 like it is no big deal that she is 45 minutes late and didn't bother to call on her first day of work! So I had to fire her, yeah that was not pleasant. I don't make the rules, I just try my best to follow them and if the boss says send her home, then I have to. It was really hard because not only is she a former co-worker, she is a friend of mine, but there was no excuse for her not to call and let us know she was going to be late. So then I was back at square one, with no assistant. Keep in mind that I have been running the ofice by myself all week, which means that most of my work has not been getting done. There was one girl left that I had interviewed that seemed to have her wits about her. She starts tomorrow, so here I go again having to train a newby! I hate training people, I just pray that she catches on and it doesn't take me long to train her on the basics.

I trust everyone was on the edge of their seats last night to see who would be crowned the next Amreican Idol. I know I was! NOT! I did watch it this season though, for the first time. I really liked Kerry and Bo, so I didn't care who won. Now I am a little sad because I don't have anything to watch on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. I guess it means that I can get off the sofa and do something.

One last thing, just want to tell my bestest friend Happy Anniversary today! She has been married 5 years. I was gonna send you a card, but hey, I can't remember every freakin' thing okay? I hope you have fun on your little get a way this weekend.

I think that about covers everything that has been going on with me, if I left anything out, leave it in comments and I will get back to you.

Ewwweee...gag........

Lately the least little stinky smell makes me want to vomit. It is really awful. I am one of those people that hate to throw up, not that I really know anyone who admittedly likes to throw up, but you know what I mean. Although lately I find myself gagging at the least little thing. My hubby farted in the car Sunday and I had to hang my head out the window as I was gagging. I know it made him feel bad, but honestly I can't help it. So I get here to work this morning and when I get to the top of the stairs it hits me, the smell! Now I don't exactly know what the smell was, but it wasn't pleasant. After I had been here about an hour a co-worker came into my office and asked if I had smelled the stinch. Well of course I had, it nearly made me sick. She then informs me that it was her trash can. Okay how could you not smell that funk in your tiny little office? She has scrubbed her trash can now and I think the smell is gone. I have ran through the office with a can of air freshner to at least momentarily cover the funky odor and hopefully prevent anymore gagging on my part. Is there a remedy for the gagging at the least little funky smell?

Taking some time off

I have decided to take part of the day off today. No I am not sick or anything, I just have some things to do. Oh and no one else knows that I am taking this time off. You see, I am here at work. As a matter of fact I am even at my desk. I was running late this morning so I did not have time to put on my face. I also had to leave my house a little early this morning to run by Burger King and get a croissant-wich, I was really craving one today. So after I got here I remembered that I had bills to pay (today is payday for me!), so I wrote out checks for them and got them ready to be mailed. Then I decided I might as well put my face on. When I was looking in the mirror, I realized that I really needed to pluck my stray brows. So I got out my trusty tweezers and plucked away. Then I put my face on. I think I am going to paint my finger nails next. I don't usually do things like thia at work, unless I am at lunch or something, but you see with my office assistant leaving next week and me having to train the new person, things are guaranteed to be chaotic for a few weeks until the new person catches on. Oh yeah and I basically worked yesterday by myself, my office assistant was off and my boss left early, and I had all my regular job duties as well as hers and I interviewed 6 people. So I think I deserve a break today. I am sure that I will get to work soon, as soon as my nails are dry. I wish I had the day off today. My hubby is off at field day with his child and my best friend (Well Fed Pheonix) is in town getting her hair done and shopping. I am having lunch with her, so I have that to look forward to. I hope everyone has a nice relaxing Friday and a great weekend.

Driving a car

Am I the only one left still driving a car in a SUV world? I am the only person at work who still drives a car. When we go to my child's school or ball games ours is the only car there usually. Most people either have a SUV or a mini-van. I really don't want a SUV or mini-van. I have always swore that I would never be that mom. You know that mom that drives her kids and everyone else's everywhere in the mini-van. You know your typical soccer mom. If you are that mom I apologize to you up front. A mini-van has never been a dream car for me. I know they are practical when you have a basketball team of children, but we all know that I am not a practical person. I am about somethings, but not about a freakin' van. Now there are some SUV's that I would not mind owning, if someone gave them to me. You see the thing is my car is paid for and I love my car. We have been through 2 marriages, a divorce, 6 neices, so much together. My car is a great car, we have many miles left to travel together! One of the downsides to having a car now is that you can't see around the larger than life SUV or van in front of you in traffic. I think they should have a special lane on the freeway for cars and only cars. No SUVs or vans allowed. Another thing about a SUV or van is the gas mileage. With gas more than 2 bucks a gallon who can afford to drive them? Well I know there are people who get paid more than peanuts, but still, you have to admit that 8 mpg is not a good thing! I feel like I am becoming one of a dying breed, a car driver.

Help wanted

My office assistant informed me last week that she was leaving. She is moving back to her home town to help her parents. They are in their late 70s or early 80s and need someone to check in on them and help them with tasks such as grocery shopping and cooking, you know those pesky things that we must all do. So the last full week of this month will be her last week. She gave me a nice big notice and for that I am grateful. Now comes the really hard part, finding a replacement. The ad for the job was in the paper yesterday and it is posted on Career Builder on the web, so I have been skimming through resumes all day today. You would not believe how many people do not proofread their resume. I am sorry but I am not going to hire someone who can't use the spell check or make complete sentences. Just because you put a period at the end of a phrase does not make it a sentence. I was going to post some examples on here, but knowing my luck they would find this post and sue me or something. Just know that it is bad, very bad. It is so bad that my head is hurting. It hurts like I want to rest my head on my desk and start over.

I hate trying to hire a new person, especially now. I need someone really fast because my boss will be on vacation next month and I will be on vacation in July. Oh yeah and the whole maternity leave thing,, yeah this whole hiring a newby is stressing me out. Not only do I have to interview and find just the right person, I have to hire them and then train them. I think I have weeded out a few decent resumes to call for interviews. Something else I hate, interviewing... Yeah it sucks, big time. As much as a person hates to be interviewed, I hate to interview them. I am probably more nervous than they are about the interview. My interview lasts about 15 minutes, because really I don't care about most of the shit that they ask in interviews. I just want to know if they mind coming to work and putting in 8 hours and then going home. You can't ask some of the more important questions because they are considered discrimination or some crap. Wish me luck in finding a new office assistant, I certainly need it!

I hope everyone had a great mother's day, even if you aren't a mother. I know I did. I went to my mom's for lunch. She cooked homemade Lasagna. One word---YUMMY! I got to see 2 of my sisters and 5 of my 6 nieces, oh yeah and my Granny, let's not leave her out.. My mom has a new little kitten and it is so adorable. I had a good visit with my family. My hubby went to church with his mom and then to lunch with her.

I met up with them in the afternoon and we went to see "Monster-in-law". What a great way to spend mother's day. The movie was good. My hubby was bored with it, but his mom and I enjoyed it and isn't that really what counts. After the movie, we went to see his Grandmother. Then we went home, finally! All in all it was a great ending to a good weekend!

Let's talk about sex!

I think I need to have sex. I was awakened this morning by an orgasm. I had a very erotic dream and actually had an orgasm, without being touched! After I woke up I was left wondering was it real or not. Well the orgasm was real, but the dream unfortunately wasn't. My hubby and I have a good sex life, I think we do it more than the average married couple. Since I have gotten pregnant, things have just been different in our sex life. For one I am constantly tired and nauseated. I am asleep most nights by nine or ten o'clock. If we don't have sex as soon as I get home from work during the week, it just ain't gonna happen. There is no waiting until after supper or after we take the child back home. We have the child on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays and every other weekend, so that only leaves a few days open for sex. It is bad that our lives have gotten so busy that we have to schedule sex, but hey if it works, do it. We do have sex at random other times, but not as much as we would like. Hubby has also been tired and cranky since I have gotten pregnant. He has been doing most of the household chores, as well as grocery shopping and stuff like that. So he is tired too. He also thinks that I am too tired to have sex so he doesn't even try. I have told him to at least try, he will not be disappointed. Sometimes I am too tired to initiate it, but not too tired to take part in it. Does that make sense? Anyway back to my original thought, I think I need to have some sex. All I have to say is hubby better look out, because here I come!!!

Breathless moments

Do things like this only happen to me?

I had to call tech support for our software system this morning. As I am sitting on the phone waiting for this guy to fix our problem, which by the way took like 20 minutes or so, he is breathing into the phone. I thought I was in a wind tunnell or something. It was so annoying. Could he not hear himself in the phone? Has he never heard of taking his mouth away from the phone when he is just breathing? I just wanted to scream. If his breathing was sexy, maybe I would not have minded so much, but it was just like holding the phone in front of a fan on high. Do they not teach phone ettiquette in tech support classes?

Sword swallowers and court jesters

Welcome to Monday. I am tired, my tummy hurts, and I really feel like whining. Although I won't whine too much. I did have a great lunch today with my best friend. Thanks Well-Fed Pheonix for lunch and wonderful company. So far that has been the best part of my day. It has all been down hill from there, but what do you expect it is Monday.

My weekend was alright. On Saturday me, hubby, child, mother-in-law, and sister-in-law all loaded up in the car to head towards Atlanta to the Renaissance Festival. It rained all the way there! Not just sprinkles of rain, but torrents of rain. Big lightning and thunder accompanied the rain. It was a mess. So we finally got to our destination and it did stop raining. The Renaissance Festival is held outside, of course. So it was a huge mud pit of people dressed in all the fancy Medieval attire. It was not very crowded, which was nice. We really did have a good time. I will spare you the details of all the side shows and the sword swallower. I nearly threw up while we watched the sword swallower, my stomach is much weaker than it was before I got pregnant. This court jester took a liking to my mother-in-law and everytime we saw him he called out to her from where ever he was at and came over and talked to her. It was hilaroius! You would have to know my mother-in-law, all prim and proper, being flirted with by this man in tights and a costume. We always have such a good time. This is the third year that we have gone and we aren't all into Renaissance stuff or anything like that, it is just something different to do.

We walked for miles and miles Saturday, so Sunday I laid my big pregnant ass on the sofa and slept on and off most of the day. I just really vegged out yesterday. I did not even bother to take a shower. I did however manage to paint my nails. They so badly needed it. Even after all the resting yesterday I am still tired today. I need some energy!