Friday, July 17, 2009

Taunting Little Ticker

I cannot wait to remove that annoying little "baby countdown ticker" staring at me over there on the right hand side of the screen. It looks at me, taunting me, "your still not there sweetheart!!!" I know I could easily remove it with a click of the button, but it has become like a badge of honor. I think it started at like 209 days or something insane like that when I first put it up. There is no way that I am giving into it now, not with 17 days to go.

I know that I am being totally impatient, that I still have this magic 17 day number to reach, but I don't know how much more I can take. I think I got my hopes up when I found out that I had GD that they would most likely want me to deliver early. Well, leave it to me to keep my sugar under control and actually lose weight. Can't do that when I am not pregnant, what's the deal man?? So, we go for an ultrasound on Tuesday to see what the little bugger is up to. I think he is just smart and isn't ready to venture out in to this 100+ degree weather -smarty.

Cpt J got his schedule for August, it rocks. For those of you rowing in the same boat, try to keep hubs from using FMLA. What a pain in the ass. J let company know a few weeks ago about my "condition," and they have been great (knock on wood) about working with him to use sick and PTO to avoid the mounds of paperwork and lack of actual income from FMLA. It works like short term disability... you get paid jack crap. Personally, I paid in to short term disability for years and would have only received a teeny-tiny portion of my salary. Works out, it is about as much as unemployment. Thank you to the State of Florida. Anyway...

J will be able to be home for at least a week and then works nights the duration of the month. Yippee!

Why does my cockatiel only jump off his perch when J is not home? Little nut case bit the bajeezus out of me scooping him back up. That damn bird sits on his shoulder ALL DAY long and never busts a move. As soon as I am alone and turn my back on him, he's on the floor... walking towards the beast who is ready to pluck him feather by feather. It's a conspiracy.

Cpt J's wife sitting and waiting and waiting and waiting and waiting