I am drained yet I have the desire to get rid of everything in this house. I don't use half the junk I have cluttering up my brain. Perhaps I want to move and don't want many boxes. Perhaps I am happier with less material things collecting dust. Perhaps I am crazy. Perhaps I am nesting. Any which way you put it I am too tired to really do anything about it...

Yesterday we had a scare. Our cute little cow looking cat managed to sneak her way out and some how landed in a tree and perched herself just out of reach from our porch roof. Eric had to go across town to get a ladder and grab her up. Poor little bastard!

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So my fabulous friends threw me a Jack and Jill baby shower. Boys, girls and beer! I of course didn't partake but I am glad that everyone else did! The food was fantastic and there were no frilly storks and chickadees.

We even had a little after party at the house and fried chicken and mac and cheese for breakfast! All in all it was just fantastic. The crib is set up. The sheet and blankets are washed. Most of the clothes and towels are clean too. The room is almost put together... just a few more finishing touches. Hopefully by next weekend we will be set!

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I am completely petrified about giving birth. And in addition, I am freaked out about having postpartum depression. In happier news, it was nice to have a weekend off and even nicer to be able to bbq with a few good close friends.

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Wow. What a freaking week and its only Thursday. I cannot even explain what the freakiness was all about Tuesday. Everything seemed fine and dandy on the way to work. Hell, I even got good news that Katie was going to come in to help with the load of shit that was piled on this week. I say hello to everyone that has already been there for a bit because there is a show at 10am. I sit down at my desk and try to turn on my computer. There is a horrible circle of hell that brings me through safe mode, yada yada mode, and NOTHING WORKS. Its just the same hell-ish cycle. Okay... I can use KP's computer but she sort of needs it too. I try to print my time sheet but the printer doesn't seem to answer anymore... Busted thing number two?

Okay... so I let reported my fun computer deal to the appropriate parties. I figure I could get a jump start on the 180 item mailing that needed to go out thaat day. I test two copies to see if I really know how to make the copier sort. Perfect... good to go and make the other 178. I fiddle around upstairs waiting for my copies. I finally grab them and they are BLANK.

I go to the bank to get change and return to the box office to tell everyone of the great blank news. No worries, Katie will take care of it when she gets in. Alright. I sit at KP's computer to open the box and her phone only works half the time and the first call I get is an asshole that wants to give the least and get the most. Then I jam the ticket printer. Yep, that was the second printer that told me to fuck off.

Now I have to move to the last dummy ticketmaster only terminal. I have to answer the phone at my desk because sometimes KP's phone cuts out. I am in complete freak out mode as of now. KP finished letting in the first show and comes to my rescue. She fixes the ticket printer so I can move back to her desk. Blah Blah some crazy calls and customers continue for the afternoon. There is another show and Katie arrives to make the copies and stuff the envelopes.

And we still haven't done anything about the Richard Thompson show because we still don't have any answers. We are able to take care of the 150+ Richard Thompson letters yesterday by some insane miracle, could have been Maria. Anyway... back to Tuesday's hellish events. Okay so five o'clock finally hits and Katie walks out with me. I call my mother who is hanging out with my puppy and kittens. She tells me to stop at the store if I need to she is in no hurry to leave my house (it rocks!).

I wasn't going to stop but I figured we could always use another half gallon of milk. I sort of want some strawberries and as a pregnant lady that sort of could turn into a real NEED. And I have to pee anyway. I get milk, strawberries, kitten food, and frozen pizzas for Eric this weekend. I get to the car and run my toe over with the mini-cart. OUCH. I get into my car and turn the key. NOTHING. nothing. NOTHING!!! What the hell. Its been a really long fucking day and I can't get my car to start.

I call my mom and ask her to get me. I call Eric, who is in Washingtonville, and beg for something. I call Mary to waste time while I wait for my mom. I call Julie, she is at work. I call Kathy & Katie to tell them of my continued fucked up day. I call Jesi to see how she is because its been a fucking year since I have talked to her. I sit in my car doing nothing but knowing my milk is not in the fridge and its finally 65 degrees outside.

I get home and start bringing in the laundry before the dew hits it. Eric walks in the front door and I cry. I have tried to not be the crazy crying prego but what the fuck!? This was the day from hell. Three minutes later George arrives. George and Eric head out to Hannaford where my car sits. After peeing again and changing my shoes I follow in Eric's truck. The boys try to jump my car. Nothing. (I had power, I could have listened to the radio, I rolled the windows down and up.) George then grabs a hammer and crawls under the car. After a whack or two Eric starts the car with no problem. FINALLY, a good thing - sort of. The jeep started but it might not start next time. I need a new starter and thank George, he will be putting in a new one for me today.

Tuesday continues: So after much drama, my mother drops me off at my grandparents house around 8:30pm to obtain a car for Wednesday. This 6.5 month prego doesn't want to risk taking the jeep again. I tell my grandparents about the day I have had and my grandpa insists I take his car because it will be easier for me to get in and out of. I get back home close to 9pm and start to make dinner. FOOD.

While cooking I text Katie & KP to let them know I have a car. KP calls the house and Eric starts yelling. He was just about to hop in the shower and realized that there was a floating mini kitty turd. The perfect end to the perfect day. My husband - buck naked - yelling for help to get the mini kitty turd floating around in his hot shower.

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The kittens are getting mobile. This is going to be fun! And for some damn reason we seem to be totally willing to keep all of the bastards. I know, I know... Mary you definitely get one. I know, I know... I hate cats and have adverse nasal responses to them. But these stupid kittens are so damn adorable. I could sit for hours and just watch them fall over each other and slip on the bathroom floor. Who needs tv? This is real life.

Eric and I visited my grandparents on Easter. I feel for my grandfather and grandmother. She endured a difficult life while he drank. Now he is enduring her in her poor health and old age. They must have had some happy times at some point? Either way, it gives me something to work for with Eric. Although, I don't think "work for" is exactly the correct way to put it. Yes, you do need to "work" at a relationship - but in my eyes, its not really "work." It is all about fucking communication. Bitch at each other. Make fun of each other. Laugh at and with each other. Care for each other. And most importantly, talk to each other. Everything else should fall into place. Don't be a fucking martyr and and bottle it up. Speak! These rules apply to all relationships, damnit.

I am fucking pregnant! It is really starting to show and freak me out. I need to get health care for baby Alex. I need to pack my bags for the hospital. I need to fill out paperwork for the hospital. I need to take a Lamaze class. I need to stop eating ice cream.

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So I finally got Jen's updated information for her site, Jennuinehairdesigns.com. There are a few things that need to be tweaked but for the most part its all up and running, er, webbing.

I found the mystery charge at work for a woman who gave us her mother's first name and we misspelled the last name. That was a fun time because the woman just kept calling and it was during the "hell week" we all loved so much.

The kittens are finally starting to open their eyes. Those cute little asshole bastards.

The most important little action this week is my baby. He has been kicking up a storm in my belly ever since the Indian food. He was definitely moving before that but now he is just rambunctious. For the first time last night Eric finally felt one of his kicks. He also started talking to him to encourage more movement.

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The stray cat that Eric adopted is pregnant. It feels like she has been pregnant longer than me - an exaggeration of course. But when the hell is this kitten birth going to happen?! I realize that the likelihood of me being home for the event is rather low but it would be awesome if happy occasion does not occur during 8am - 6pm.

I didn't have to work today and Eric took my jeep thus forcing me to stay home. I really needed a day to do nothing and go nowhere. But I somehow did a lot of things. I finished the scarf I made for Mary that matches the baby blanket I made. I did two loads of laundry. I cleaned out my desk. I cleaned out some more of the baby's room. I watched several episodes of Anthony Bourdain: No Reservations. I played Call of Duty 4 with the boys. I relaxed. I cooked dinner.

Now I am going to continue to watch some exotic meals being eaten - for example Ghana looks like a really cool place to go! This baby of mine has been kicking up a storm a lot lately.

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My co-worker Donna has always known it was a boy. We went to the doctor on Friday and they confirmed the presence of a winkie!

I had watermelon. It was fantastic.

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I want watermelon.

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Alright, Mountain Jam is May 30 - June 1 this year. I will be eight months pregnant. I want to go. So, if I don't have to work and it doesn't rain and its not 100 degrees and I can get a ticket I want to waddle my prego-ass to the show. There are a bunch of "ifs" mixed in with this show. I realize that after the baby life does not end but - I can't remember the last show I went to and Eric is not going to want to take a little baby to a show. I am down as long as we get a hotel room and have a blanket and a sun shade and we sit in the back... well... in the back if its at the vibes. I don't think the Mountain Jam show is very baby friendly with that huge hill and all... damnit.

I just want to have some summer time fun! Damn you, Winter!

Labels: life, music, pregnant

It was really too cold this morning. I think I want to move to a warmer climate. I do love my friends and family in New York but the older I get the more I hate the winter. Don't get me wrong, I do love a good snow storm or two. I like the sort of snow that will keep you inside for the day and melt cleanly away from the roads by the next morning. Oh! And winter should only last about two months. Any cold snowy weather lasting longer than two months should go to hell.

We are finally going to brew another batch (or two) of beer. It will be the first of 2008. We haven't brewed anything since we heard we were prego. It is mostly because Eric wants to avoid that sort of thing while I want him to avoid that sort of thing... does my air-headed ramble make sense?

Speaking of being pregnant, I really need to get a few more prego shirts... and a pair of dressy black pants. Old Navy.com where are the bargains?!

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One of my last weekends alone... I am feeling the baby a lot more lately. It was great fiddling around the house and on the net. Eric and I spent time together and apart all day long. It was snowy but it didn't mess up the roads... the perfect snow.

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I have switched away from wordpress and am back to blogger once again. I seem to be a push button publishing whore. Now I have to re-do all the archives once again...

check out Baby News.

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My scanner has been out of commission (of sorts) for a while now. I finally took a quick snapshot of my last sonogram. I was 12 weeks pregnant. On February 15, Eric and I will go back to see the baby once again! Hopefully he or she won’t be shy and let us take a peek.

Working on a little side project.

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