*The kids said that soon I will get bad gas because that is what happens to pregnant ladies at the end of their pregnancy. I said that won't happen to me. So I will keep farting in class and blaming in on various children. Seems to work pretty well.
*I hate being mad and being an angry person but I have been feeling that way lately. Jeremy knows to just let me pout and throw fits. I usually end up napping, and then feel a lot better. My frustrations come from work, not Jeremy. I think I love him more now then I ever have before. The best thing with him is that I can tell him how I feel and we talk through things. I wish I had better communication with my coworkers because I probably wouldn't feel as resentful as I do now if I felt comfortable expressing my true professional feelings.
*Project for this weekend: Stain the shelf that my daddy-o made for Ethan. Never done that before but my mom said it won't be too hard. Must visit the helpful friendly faces of Lowe's first.
*Found this awesome restaurant (too bad it is 45 minutes away) that serves a teriyaki tofu toasted sub on french bread. So frickin good. They had so much for me to choose from on the menu! I'm not used to that. :)
*We are dog-sitting our neighbor's boxer, Lucy, and she is so sweet and blends right in here. However, she is a slobber machine and leaves snail trails around the house. Gross.
*I told the neighbors that I would water their flowers while they were gone and I did today and they looked pretty bad. I hope I didn't kill anything. I would feel bad. It has rained every damn day though, so that is why I didn't water them earlier........maybe I should have checked earlier.
*Love Libby for making a charitable contribution of $1 million dollars to the Humes Band. Not quite that much, but pretty close. She rocks.
*I am getting very uncomfortable at night time. I get up a minimum of 3 times a night to go pee. I'm still trying to find a good method for getting up out of bed, so far the best way is to swing my legs out and rock my torso up, using my hands as support.
*Now, when I drop things, it seems like the end of the world. I have to seriously assess if the dropped item is worth me bending down to get. I fed the dogs this morning and missed Zoey's bowl. Jeremy came home, saw the mess and pieced together exactly what happened haha.
*Someone leave me some damn comments. I want to know if you can leave comments anonymously. I thought I enabled that feature but I'm not sure. So leave me a damn comment.
I used to make my students pick up the stuff I dropped when I had a big pregnant belly- once I dropped a huge deck of flash cards and my favorite kid picked them all up for me so I gave him chocolate :-) There's your damn comment!
ReplyDeleteAwwww....of course I adore your statements on how much you love my son! I had to laugh on your struggle to get out of bed. When I was pregnant with Jeremy we had a bed that stood HIGH off the floor and it was a waterbed to boot! Talk about a struggle...LOL... Maybe that's why Jeremy likes going out on the boat and having a rocker recliner. He got to love the motion of the waves! :-) Post some new pictures of you Emily. I haven't seen any Ethan shots in awhile and I miss those and you!
ReplyDeleteLove, Mimi (P.S. Here's your damn anonymous comment!)
thank you very damn much!
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ReplyDeleteI seriously laughed out loud when I read this. And if it makes you feel better this is how Nick behaves ALL the time.
Let me get this right...you fart a lot, you're grouchy as hell one minute, feeling unappreciated the next, can't bend over (in a good way), which means you have dog-snot trails all over the place. Be careful!. Another hazard: A hormone-laden, bitchy, pregnant woman doesn't have immediate access to her favorite restaurant...very unsafe! Love the visual of you rolling out of bed! I found it easier to just roll, allowing the feet to hit the floor first. The worst pregnant day for me was a week or so before you were born. It was the hottest day of the year with 100% humidity. I sat in the middle of the living room and just cried. We had one fan in the house, so I stuck it in front of me, drank water, and chewed on ice. I put a bucket of cold water and a wash cloth next to me. Erin wasn't even two years old, and she thought playing with a bucket of water was the coolest thing ever! Stay cool and hydrated my sweetie!
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