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Boredom seems to have paid off. I’ve figured out how to put titles on entries. I know you are all just thrilled.
Archive for August, 2003
Holy crap I’m bored. I’ve seriously done absolutely nothing today. The library had volunteers today that did my work so here I am, bored bored bored. I’ve read the paper and readers digest. I’ve read online newspapers. Every blog I read plus every blog on everybody elses blogrolls. I’ve surfed the net, checked my email, checked my voicemail, did a bit of online shopping, added to my Pottery Barn Kids registry. Seriously people, I’m about to shoot myself in the foot so I could leave. Bleh. This sucks.
Okay, with impending ultrasound just two weeks away, I decided to do a baby poll to see what people think. It will be open for a long time, but I want to know boy or girl for the ultrasound. If you would like to play just leave a comment and I will email the game name to you. 
Well, I had Friday off. The electricians came and ripped a hole in my wall to put in a circuit breaker (that box was bigger than the old fuse box) so that resulted in plaster falling, which made them have to do some drywall repairs. Of course it looked awful, so I had to paint. We went to the store on Saturday and picked up the paint and such and were painting by 1130. The kitchen is now a “butter” yellow as I like to call it and the cabinet doors are a nice minty green. It really is beautiful despite how awful it sounds. I’ll post a pic later tonight when I am at home.
Saturday evening we took a break to go eat with E’s friends in Muncie. Afterwards we all went to a free John Anderson concert (not that Erich and I had ever heard of John Anderson) but it was fun. We came back home and stayed up until 1am working on the kitchen.
Sunday morning we woke early to finish up since E’s older brother and wife were coming over for lunch. We actually had all the painting done (wow! it was quite a big room) and only needed to put up cabinet doors. We lunched on steaks and baked potatoes and ice cream sundaes. We had a nice time too.
I ended up finishing the changing table. I need to post an after picture of that too. It has all the hardware and such. Now all I need is a changing pad and some baskets. I think I will look tonight at Target for the baskets. yippee.
Ella went to the vet on Friday afternoon, then spent the rest of the evening on the couch. The shots seemed to make her really sleepy. We bought her heartworm medicine and he gave us samples of this pill to give her if she gets fleas. It kills the fleas within a half hour after you give it to her. She didn’t have heartworm, but she suffered enough when they drew her blood to do the heartworm test. Apparently, she has veins that roll and it made for a hard stick. She just sank her head into my belly and cryed. It truly broke my heart. She did the same thing when he gave her the shots. They must have stung. 
The vet made the comment that she is very kind and gentle and not very hyper for a weimrainer/jack russell terrier mix. I said I was lucky to have such good dogs like Gracy and Ella. He said it wasn’t really the dog, it was the “parents.” He said he could tell who trained their dogs to be respectful citizens and who just let the dog run wild. He said cared for dogs in general were a lot better because they were loved, received plenty of attention, and were happy. That made my heart swell with joy. It also made me realize that we love this dog way too much.
The vet also talked to me about my pregnancy, how it will effect Ella, and tips on how to get her ready. He thinks she will be a great protector of the baby and that Ella and baby, as long as we nurture the relationship, will have a lifelong love for each other. yay.
Usually when I come home from work, Ella is there to greet me and plant a kiss on my hand or cheek to tell me shes happy to have me home. Lately, she also sniffs my belly and occasionally gives it a little kiss. E swears that she knows there is another baby in there, he says she can smell baby. I think it is a bit funny. E’s friends dog did that to me the other day too. Weird, huh?
Erich is getting more and more into baby. We are starting to get excited and others are too. I’m feeling almost constant rolling and last night when E had his arm around my belly, he swears that he felt “bubbles popping”. When we were at Target yesterday, he bought a bib that says “I Love My Daddy.” He’s just too cute.
This is a virtural candle **flame** for Rachel. Here is hoping she has a baby today! ( I’ll light a “real” candle for her tonight when I get home from work.)
Okay I must find something else to do.
Oh, and for your amusement and mine, go visit this. I’m going to hell for laughing at this, but truly it’s hilarious.
I’m 17 weeks pregnant! It feels like every week is a milestone jumped. 23 weeks to go, hopefully. I really don’t want to end up like poor Rachel. Of course it will be January in Indiana so we may end up having this kid at the house if the January before is anything of a prediction. I’m not sure we could make it the twenty minutes to the hospital in a blizzard. We all laugh at my stepdad though cause he swears he will be sleeping with the keys to his 4×4 in his pocket. My guess is that since they live an hour from us (hour and a half from the hospital) they’ll start staying here closer to the birth, but we’ll see. Anyways, 17 weeks. I feel flutters a lot now, constantly when I am laying down and baby is awake. Only 16 days untl the ultrasound on the 8th. I just want to know everything is OK. And what we are going to call this baby! We have both names picked now, so its up to baby to show us the money!
Remember the movie “Meet the Parents” ? Well, they are making a sequel to it called “Meet the Faulkers” where you meet Ben Stillers parents. Robin Williams is supposed to play Stillers dad. Should be funny.
Anywho– I’m going to bed. Amazingly tired, and I still have a killer headache I can’t seem to ditch. Electricians are coming tomorrow to change the fuse box into a circuit breaker. Power should go off at 8am so no blogging until evening. I have to take Ella to the vet tomorrow too. Hoorah, there goes my money. Feh. I’m off to bed, I’ll get up and check to see if Rachel is in labor and then disappear for the day. I’m sure you won’t miss me.
I have something waiting for me at home. I’d like to leave right now, though that is impossible. Time passes amazingly slow around here. This place irritates me. Today is payday though, so that is an upside. I’m sure it will be just as disappointing this week as it was a couple of weeks ago. boo.
I’m truly missing my dad right now. Not sure what triggered it, but nonetheless, it’s here. Sometimes my mom says things about my dad– the way he was, what he would have said, something he once did. She has truly moved on, found a great man, and has all of these memories. Sometimes I feel like my memories are few and far between. Sometimes it feels like I imagined him. And here we are, Erich and I, bringing a baby into this world. Naming baby (if baby is boy) after this spectacular father that I have a vision of in my head, and baby will never know him. Never speak to him. It makes me sad. I’m passing one of those milestones that he should be here for. There is a list now. He should have taught me to drive, should have harassed my first date, should have seen me walk in graduation. He should have moved me to college the first time and pulled out naked baby pictures when Erich met him. He should have been there to shake Erichs hand and congratulate us when we got engaged and he should have walked me down the aisle. That is a big one. He should have walked me down the aisle. It should have been such a joyous and happy occasion yet it was bittersweet because he was not there. And in a little over 20 weeks, he should be there to hold his first grandbaby, but he won’t be. I don’t know who to be mad at, him or life.
A Motivated Mom
Wow. How did I get to this point? Last night, I washed all of the dishes, put them away, and shined the sink. I vacuumed the carpets and cleared the DR table. Today, I washed the breakfast dishes, started another load of laundry, and I feel like there is nothing else to do. I need to give Ella a bath and keep painting the changing table, but that has to wait until my mom comes and goes for dinner break. This is amazing. Without Erich here in the morning, he went back to school today, the house stays the same as when I leave it at night. I miss Erich, but I could get used to this!
I’m home now. My head is killing me. I’m eating a pizza from my favorite pizza place, bought with the $20 I found. That makes me sorta happy. After this I think I should rest a bit. Sounds like a plan, right? Oh, and will someone please come and kill the two flies that have seemed to get into the house. They are driving me mad.
Well, I filled all of the copy orders. Checked in all of the journals. Put away a most of the journals. Shelved all the books on carts (about 40 or 50). And filed the checked out cards. There is nothing left to do. Oh, and the girl that works with me, she sat and made a long distance-personal phone call to Russia and then read a magazine while I did all this. I hate my job.
I found $20. I guess that makes me a bit better to be around, but not really. Is it 12 oclock yet? Nope, 11:23. Feh.
I really hate my job. I’ve been going back and forth to the batheroom to throw up all morning. I feel like crap. Feels like a migraine. I have trouble sleeping, which is probably what is upsetting my head. It can’t be good for baby if I am wretching every five minutes. I hate this. And ya know if I go home right now to take it easy lay back and see if I can eat, I’d get fired. Amazing, huh?
This place is a royal pain in the a**. They want me to go to the doctor to get another note just restating that I am under physical restrictions and cannot meet my “regular” job requirements at this time per my physician. How ridiculous is that? So I have to leave work (the perk of it! heh) and go to the doctors office to get the note to bring to them. I’m not coming back today. Sheesh. I’ll just bring it in tomorrow. So short work day. Woot!