21 weeks!

So I’m officially over the half way point now. I’m getting restless and nothing seems to keep my attention for long. It really blows because I’m not usually like this. Normally I can space out on the internet for hours and never get bored. I guess I should start the nesting process and get shit organized and cleaned up (I’ve already done my kitchen and bedroom) but I just don’t have the energy to do it.

I am feeling Derek moving around now, no kicks for him, he keeps head butting me in the pelvis. It’s kinda cool, every once in a while I get a good solid thump, and last night I had my hand resting on my lower belly and I felt it from the outside. Too bad Bishop was playing a video game, he could have felt it.

I’m also starting to talk to Derek. Mostly about food since he seems to love my newest creation that is saved for Saturday afternoons. Make a box of regular mac and cheese, mix in half a tomato diced, a green onion sliced, about 2 tablespoons of mayo and about 2-3 tablespoons of worcestershire sauce. Then eat the whole thing, not sharing any, and hide the evidence….lol, I’m silly. But every time I finish a bowl I get a series of thumps and a very contented fat belly. I have half a batch left for after my nap, I just hope Bishop doesn’t get off work early and catch me eating it….

I’m also feeling him move more when I’m agitated or upset. Like if I’m fighting with Lindsey he will be thumping almost non stop, and when a bunch of DRAMA started up on one of my fave sites and I was trying to stop it he was going crazy in there. Crazy!

Lots of drama!

So this is going to be a bit of a vent/complaining post….sorry.

The drama around here has just been ridiculous! After a mostly quiet few days sis starts being a butt head to me. She had spent all day with mom and she and mom were over at our house for dinner. After she was done eating I reminded her nicely that it was 9 pm and that she needed to get into the shower. Bitch bitch bitch I don’t want to I don’t like showering I don’t do it for you bitch bitch bitch. I had text messaged Bishop earlier to tell him that I might have problems with her and that I would like him to come home early to help out but he wasn’t home by then. After arguing for about 30 minutes or so I text messaged him again saying “help!”. Well, he comes home, slams the door and yells at sis “what the fuck is going on?!?” This scared the shit out of her (in the year and a half she has lived with us this is the third time he has yelled at her and she is terrified of him yelling, she thinks he is going to hit her too even though he would never do that) and she goes to her room but doesn’t shower because she is freaked out. Wish she would react like that when I yell at her.

Today they went to the drag strip and I had to convince her to go. She loves going but he takes her and she is still scared of him and she told me that she didn’t want to go because of that. Well, tough shit, you are going so I can have a quiet day and you are going to enjoy it dammit! And guess what? She was having such a good time that she didn’t want to leave. Proves I’m not a total idiot, just a partial one sometimes.

Other drama: Granny was in the hospital again. Apparently she was in so much pain that she called the ambulance herself instead of waiting for me or mom to do it for her. She was admitted on Thursday and got out this morning with a script for antibiotics and no reason for her being so sick. So the last four days has been a flurry of activity concerning going to the hospital partially to visit with her but mainly to talk to the Dr. Thankfully the Dr knows me and remembers me from last year when Granny broke her knee cap so I would leave a message for the Dr to call me and she would and tell me what is going on.

My last vent of the night is about food. Breakfast I am really motivated, Derek must be hungry in the morning because I wake up and my stomach seems to be digesting itself. Ok, I can make and eat breakfast within 5 minutes of getting up. Lunch seems to be the same way, I’m doing so much crap that I kinda forget about eating and then I’m starving and I pig out. Dinner is the problem. By that time I’m so tired I just don’t have the energy to cook something much less eat most of the time. I usually end up snacking on something while everyone else eats, then about 11 at night I have a meal. Or at least a huge bowl of cereal. Plus some gummy bears, plus a piece or 3 of fruit, plus a glass of milk…….

Sometimes I’m amazed that I’ve only gained 5 pounds so far….

Introducing Baby Derek!

During the u/s he was moving around, bucking, kicking and punching, his head is down already, she said his length was exactly 19w4d but his weight was about 10 oz (he should be between 6.5 and 8.5) so he is already big. We got to look at all his organs and bones, everything looked perfect. DH and I are so glad that he is healthy!

And here is the butt shot, all boy, this one! LOL!

Strange days…

Maybe it’s just me but the last couple days seemed to be much stranger than most. I’ll try to sum up…

So mom and I got into it over the phone the other day(Wednesday), I realize that she is depressed and all that but come on, don’t take it out on me.

The next day (Thursday) sis woke up with chest pain and difficulty breathing so we ended up at the hospital. Oh, joy, what a fun time that was. My bladder was screaming the whole time even though I must have peed 10 times in the 6 hours we were there, my stomach was growling the whole time even though I pigged out at the hospital cafeteria, my back ached from sitting in a hard plastic chair while sis got to lay down. Oh, yeah, and my mind wandered in all new directions while I waited for her to get blood work, x-rays and a cat scan to make sure her chest pain wasn’t a clot.

During all this agony I called mom and let her know that we were in the hospital. Somehow the 3 hours of waiting with me in the hospital seemed to make her feel better because by the time we left she was in a great mood again and making plans like nothing had happened. Oh, yeah, sis is fine, the Dr thinks she pulled the muscle around her bronchial tubes and she is supposed to take Tylenol. What a waste of time…

Friday (yesterday) Bishop goes to work with the promise that I will be home for his lunch break so we can trade cars. His brother is up visiting and he has to drive 100 miles to see him so instead of taking his big ass Chevy truck he is going to take my little Honda. Almost twice the gas mileage, it’s worth the discomfort of cramming his 6 foot frame in a car made for 5′5″ Japanese men. Right after he leaves for work my aunt calls me, she is up visiting for a couple days and wants to know if me and sis will come over and have breakfast. Sorry, hun, you called about an hour too late, I ate as soon as I woke up. But we end up going over there anyways.

After about 2 hours of chatting I realize that it is 11:30 and that I still need to go grocery shopping before Bishop gets his lunch. Flash~we are at the store, flash~record breaking fast grocery trip, flash~home again before he gets his lunch break. Whew, made it. And I even got a couple minutes to relax.

So, he comes home, I make him a sandwich, he takes my car and goes back to work with the warning that he may not be home until after 1am so don’t be worried and don’t stay up for him. Ok, will do. After he is gone I drive the truck back to my grandmother’s house where my aunt and uncle are staying. This is actually only the second time I’ve driven the truck, it’s a stick and while I can manage one, it’s been years, but I do all right. The only problem is that I’m so short that I have to move the seat up until my belly is touching the wheel so I can reach the gas pedal and even then, I have to unbuckle and scoot down the seat to push the clutch in all the way so I can get the damn thing started. Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be driving it much until after the baby is here.

We get to granny’s house, hang out, chat, go to dinner, come home, drop sis off and threaten her to get in the shower while I take mom home, take mom home and as I’m driving back from her house the truck starts acting funny. The speedometer stops working, the parking break light is on, the radio turns it’s self off and the check engine light goes on. Oh, crap, I broke it. I end up hyperventilating the remain 1.4 miles back to home thinking that he is going to kill me.* I get home and I turn off the tuck, put it in neutral, put on the parking brake and then reverse the whole process. Suddenly the radio comes back on, all the lights and gauges are like they were before and I get to sigh a huge sigh of relief.

(* Last time I drove a clutch I broke the u-joint in it by popping the clutch in our 81 dodge van. It took a great deal more money to fix the thing than the van was worth and Bishop never lets me forget it.)

So I’m home now, sis is out of the shower and I fall asleep about 11:30. I have no idea when Bishop came home, only that he kissed me on the cheek, told me not to get up, and said something about my car breaking down and the fuel pump breaking and spraying gas all over. I’m not too clear that he actually said that, I’m anxiously waiting for him to get up so I can ask him about it…

Today we are supposed to meet my aunt and uncle and go to town for the oyster festival. I’m not looking forward to all the walking around but oh well, it’s exercise right? Something my life has been lacking. There is a reason for that but that will have to wait for another post….

Oh, the boredom…

So my appt for Monday was put off till tomorrow, my big u/s is next Monday and I’m going stir crazy. Nothing seems to entertain me for long, I’ve been going through my games for the computer and not finding anything to hold my attention. I even downloaded the Sims 2 game on my cell phone and what do you know, I’ve already gotten past all the goals/wants on it. No fun there anymore. I even have taken to surfing around looking for interesting blogs to read and although I’ve found one, I’ve already read the last 4 months worth of entries and I’m caught up. Oh, I hate boredom…

Mom and I had a huge blow-out today. And although she did this last Christmas, and that time was partially my fault, this time none of it is my fault. She is blaming me for “forcing” her to do something. Yeah, like I have enough power to force a grown woman to do something that she doesn’t want to do. No mom, this one is all on you and you can be pissed at me if you want but it has nothing to do with me. Grow up, get your life together. I know the last year has been really hard on you, first time living alone and all that, but get your act together and figure out what the hell you want to do and stop piling all this shit on me, I’ve got enough to deal with without your crap gunking up my mind and screwing with my plans.

Sorry, vent over….