Monthly Archives: September 2008
If you can’t blog something nice…
If you can't say something nice
yeah. Um. Let’s see. About 30 minutes after my last post I started contracting and cramping again and had to lay down for another two days.
Got our financing in order only to have the market continue to tank taking our down payment with it.
And the person we are trying to buy the house from decided that he is not willing to negotiate the price because “other houses where selling in the neighborhood last year for more then this.”
Yes. That was last year.
DaddyO is still trying to figure out how to swing it financially and asked if I would consider going back to work in the tech industry. Um. WHO is going to hire someone who is 18 weeks pregnant, has been out of the work force (very hapily I might add) for 7 years and plans on leaving it again in a couple months.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues.
Eye Openers
AKA: How to super boost that stress level. You know. Cause, there was nothing really going on in my life.
I had my amnio on Monday and learned a couple of things. First. It’s a boy! All but one of the names we had picked out were girls names, so I guess we were asking for that one. Second. My gas bubbles where strangely synchronized (ala Wizard of Oz and Dark Side of the Moon) with the little monkey’s kicks. I had figured I was too early to feel as much activity as I was feeling. Nope. Apparently not. And not only that, the technitian said I was lucky because my placenta is in the front protecting me from the brunt of it.
This, combined with the fact that he was disco dancing the entire time she was trying to measure him – exactly like he was during the last ultrasound, makes me worry for the third trimester when I will be bruised from the outside from all the blood thinners, and the inside from my little gymnist. Oh boy.
Filed under Knocked Up
In the eye of the shit storm…
In the eye of the shit storm
at the intersection of Oh Shit and What Next.
I don’t even know where to begin. The last couple weeks has just been .. fascinating with news. I keep starting a blog post, then some other development pops up. Basically, they boil down to two main issues, but as any time you have two issues, every other little bump in the road seems to be much bigger and irritaing then it should be.
First, I guess, is that I was diagnosed with MTHFR. A rare genetic blood clotting disorder. I don’t seem to be affected too badly, if I was, I would have had miscarriages and other troubles conceiving, aside from the idiotic marriage, pregnancies and resulting tubal when I was barely old enough to vote. It seems I’m just blessed with the ability for my blood to clot in the inside. Like, of my viens. In my legs. Awesome. So, after being off the fertility shots for a whole 6 weeks, I’m now taking daily shots of Lovenox. Lovenox is a blood thinner which makes you bruice. My growing belly looks like it’s been in a car accident even with all the icing and such that is suposed to keep the bruicing down.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues., Knocked Up
I have decided…
to eat nothing but It’s It’s, Raspberries and KFC for the rest of this trimester, if not the rest of this pregnancy. Since I managed to gain 15 pounds in the first trimester eating nothing by lettuce covered in balsamic vinegar, this does not bod well for me.
Filed under Knocked Up
Lights, Camera, Action!
Lights! Camera! Action!
Would you ever consider having your life taped for a reality show?
Nope. I’ve been asked several times to be on Jerry Springer, HBO’s Real Sex, and the like because of the whole Dominatrix thing and politely declined each time. I never ever want that much publicity in my life and I NEVER want my dirty laundry (which there is a considerable amount) aired for others amusement.
Hence, I also turned down John McCain’s offer for the role of Vice President.
Filed under Issues. We All Have Issues.
