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Well, I survived - barely. J left me home alone with his mom for a few hours while he went out with his dad to the (brace yourself) - MOOSE. I just have such a hard time warming up to her and she spent about an hour pleading the case of her other daughter and why I should like her. See, this is one of the big issues I have with J's family. Just because they are family and can't see any negative in any of their personalities, I do not have to like them as well. Their one daughter just has remained under my skin from day one and it didn't help that I found out that she was telling J he shouldn't marry me, even on the day of our wedding. One of these days I will lose my marbles and let her have it about that one.No new news on the job front. Yesterday may have been a big bust, more to follow.... maybe.Cpt J suggested that we check out yard sales for a stroller, etc. He is alive - barely. Insert foul language about his mother here. J has been leaving the house about 4 AM all month. Unfortunately I have been waking up and not going back to sleep. I am tired of being tired - hey, but good news - I can still fit in to my suit pants. Not for much longer, but yay!The bird has discovered his bell. The bell will be going in the trash soon.Cpt J's wife can't wait to pop a baby out and get back to work
The outlaws are coming for what was to be a one day visit, for two days. If you remember, I am convinced my MIL tried to poison me the last time she was here and she is again bringing dinner. I can't imagine that she would poison a pregnant person, but you never know.Thank you to the supporters of my "anti-nursery" idea. I almost fell in to the trap, and you helped remind me that it is for other people, not me or the baby. So, our registery consists of diapers, butt goo, and other NECESSARY items. My husband has found drama. This is the dude that tells me I am a drama queen and that he can't be bothered. He claims to avoid gossip. WWWWWEEELLLL....... He has two work buddies that may or may not be sleeping with the same flight attendant. Both guys are divorced, one has a child he supports... blah, blah. Well, both guys are in their 30's and this chick is in her early 20's, obviously looking to bag a pilot. J has taken on the task of confirming weather this girl is indeed cheating on the one she is supposed to be "committed" too. Alright buster, who is the drama queen now? Just give me 5 minutes with the.... ok, sorry reel it in missy. Anyway, DRAMA QUEEN!!!I have a great lead for a position doing-what-I-was-doing at another property on Monday. It will be a great opportunity if I can convince the boss lady to hire a 5 month prego-hormonal-still peeling from her burn 2 weeks ago-desperate for employment woman. More to follow....J has messed with his schedule next month so much that God only knows if he will actually be flying or not. The kinda screwed him with some time issues, so he decided to take some PTO... what does this mean you ask? That unless I find something to do during the day when he is home we will kill each other after the first week or so. Two strong minded individuals in the same room for too long, recipe for disaster!Cpt J's wife wishes she knew why her bird makes the noises it does
I really despise unsolicted advice. Obviously when you put your words out there for people to see, their natural reaction is to give their opinion. Ok, I get that. But, when I am just talking randomly to someone - do not interrupt me with your "experience." The best ones are the ones that OBVIOUSLY have never been in your position, i.e., pregnant. I don't care what your neighbors-sisters-coworker-church lady-doctor-psychic says. Blech.Apparently I am a horrible mom-to-be. I don't not see the sense in spending an astronomical amount of money on a nursery. Honestly, will my son even know the difference? After registering the other day, I shared my excitement with some "mom" friends and they were appalled that I am not painting, color-coordinating everything, etc. WTF people? Yes, Hayden will have a proper crib, changing table, brain stimulating mobiles... I don't REALLY intend to have him sleep in a drawer, that's just a JOKE! I think that diapers and butt cream are far more important than his name in wooden letters on the wall. If you don't know his name, then you are not allowed in his room. HELLO!!! IMO, these expenditures are better left for when he can understand and enjoy the pleasure of his very own room, with his very own things. Enough said.And no, I would not feel differently if he was a she.I am very lucky to have the husband that I have. Well, with the exception of his obessions with FOX news, outerspace, aliens and the end times. Who needs GOOGLE? Anyway, unless he is agreeing to keep the peace, he has been right on board with my rants. We are going to be WONDERFUL parents (repeat, repeat). He did take issue with the fact that I am spending the $ to have the mobile pet groomer come out to give the beast his bath. Priorities, um hello.... I can shoot him with the hose, but it is nearly impossible to clip his nails, clean his ears, and shave his "hygiene" area. I can justify just about anything. And, I have agreed to watch the Bristol race with my "radneck" viser (yes, RADneck).Who do I need to talk to about creating some consistency with the weather? Cpt J's wife off to eat a bowl of fiber
The past few days have been a whirlwind. I feel like I have been sucked in to a tornado that just spit me out. I think we have told everyone that Hayden is a boy. Although I am sure I have left someone out that is going to get bent that I didn't think that they were important enough to tell. I am so over Cpt J's family and their nonsense that I am considering running for the border once the baby is born. They are just so.... what's the word? STUPID! By the way, the border would be Georgia, so that won't be too much help for my escape.Slowly but surely, I have heard from my previous coworkers. The two official bitches have not contacted me, BIG SHOCK. Whatever - cows.Today I am going to "unofficially" register for some baby stuff. I need to get out of the house on my own and feel like a mom. My ass is hurting from sitting on the couch watching the likes of Maury, Judy and a Baby Story.Cpt J is off for the next few days and as much as I love him.... I am tired of looking at him. The bird and the beast have finally gotten used to each other for those who have asked =)Cpt J's wife has ass calluses
Well, EVERYONE was wrong! Even the OBGYN's prediction was wrong! We are having a boy!I am still in such shock that I am actually going to be someone's mom, never mind the fact that I am going to have a son. Yikes!Cpt J's wife absorbing the shock
I got sunburned on Satuday. Let me just say that while I love being tan, I also got the Scots-Irish skin gene from my mom and not the American Indian skin gene from my dad. It takes a lot of work for me to maintain a healthy glow throughout the summer, which includes the initial start of season burn. Yep, I have had a ton of moles removed and a check up for skin cancer each year. I am one big freckle, so I keep an eye on these things.So, where did I burn you ask? On the inside of my knees!!! Insert your grimace here.I have to venture out soon and buy a bathing suit tent. I mean, a maternity suit.Cpt J is off the the annual airshow with his dad this weekend. So, I am left alone with the beast and the bird and a couple of DVD's. Last night we watched "Boy In The Striped Pajamas." While I don't give it a 10, it's a good watch.Ok, so... our neighbor is a helicopter pilot. He runs a flight school and is a bit of an arse if you ask me. When we first moved here he was busted for landing his helicopter on the golf course... well, it happened again the other day - don't know if it was him or not, but the HOA is looking for clues. I am bursting to tell someone to talk to him, but I won't. I can't. I want to. Alright, I won't.Cpt J's wife has become a stay-at-home peaker through the blinds
Just returned from our OBGYN check up. Baby beat is strong, strong, strong! I have gained two pounds and my uterus feels like it is up around my neck.The weather is back to being awesome, the bird and the beast are starting to get along, and Cpt J is off flying most days.Life is good.Cpt J's wife can't find anything to bitch abut
I have pimple on my cheek. It is one of those God awful ones that is under the skin and is attached to every nerve in your face. I loves me some Grape Soda Pop!!So, we adopted a bird (we don't advocate buying pets from the store or breeders). He is a grey cockatiel and he is REALLY mean. Cpt J had a cockatiel growing up, so you know he is a bird expert. Well, the bird can't stand him. If I hear one more time, "well this worked with Mona," I am going to knock him out. I knew he had finally met his match when he asked me for some bandaids and the perch is spotted with J's finger blood. Mr. Bird seems to like me enough, but then again I don't stick my hand in the cage and pester him into submission. I feed him carrots with a chop stick and talk to him in a sing-song-sweet-voice everytime I walk past him. We have come to the conclusion that he is used to a woman's voice. I may also have J convinced that Mr. Bird hates the smell of cigarettes on his finger. It is like a zoo in my house whenever there is a siren noise on the TV. Mr. Bird screeches and the beast goes on a barking, whining-fest. My mom suggested that Mr. Bird may have lived in the ghetto at one time, no, seriously she said that. Lord, give me strength.I pee all the time and I wake up in the middle of the night craving pop tarts. I can't wait to go to the doctor this week to find out much weight I have gained. The a-hole that had a hand in my layoff, emails me EVERY day. Wow, guilt is a powerful thing. I still haven't inquired as to why my Muslim sector partner is still there... at this point what is the worth in knowing?Phony-phonerton is moving back to Florida. Crap.It was 85 on Saturday and tonight we will be under a freeze watch.Cpt J's wife, bird whisperer
