Of interest:

  • My feet are swollen a lot lately.
  • I’m really looking forward to not being pregnant and summer time with Cheeto.
  • I’m solar powered, cloudy weather isn’t my cup of tea.  However, I really like rain.
  • I’ve been eating a lot of chicken sandwiches lately.
  • It turns out, I have ulcers.  That explains a lot, I have to find out tomorrow if I can start treatment now or wait until I hatch this kid.  We’ll probably hatch the kid first.  But, I’ve eaten more tums in the last week than I have most of my life.  That can’t be good.
  • I’m tired a lot.
  • I could sleep 14 hours a night if left to my own devices.  But, the kid wakes me up kicking (probably hungry) and there’s that j-o-b thing to get to.
  • I’m so glad I have my own office so I can veg out when I have down time.
  • Speaking of work, I have a bonus check that has been lost since early November.  I’m trying to have a good attitude about it, but really? How do you lose a check several times between departments?
  • I still love my job.  I realized the other day that this is the first time I’ve worked someone and have liked everyone I work with and feel good about what I’m doing. 
  • We have everything set for the kid. Last night we (Michael) rearranged the room and got the rest of the clothes put away. We also ran into another stash of diapers, I have no idea who brought them or when, but thanks people. 
  • I’m looking forward to the baby shower next week, it’ll be nice to visit with people.  We get out, but lately it’s a lot of running errands and family time-it’ll be nice to see some friends.
  • I want to cut my hair.  Michael gets freaked out by it, he’s not fond of very short hair on women.  I think it’s some weird reclamation thing.  I’m hoping it passes.  Normally when I feel this way I dye my hair or get some new shoes.
  • I still can’t believe in about 6 weeks or so we’ll have a baby.  I can’t wait to meet our son.  He’s already got a little personality-he doesn’t like anything restraining him.  When I’m driving and the seat belt tightens he’ll kick the seat belt.  Or if I put anything on him he’ll kick at it.  I imagine he’s saying, “dude, get out of my space, geez.”  He also doesn’t like it when I lie on my right side, he’ll kick and kick until I move.  (I think I may have mentioned that before.)


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