You can take a look at the picture of took of the afore mentioned Sleeping Beauties here.

Oh and as a side note, I really miss Jennifer. I hope all is well and her craziness will end soon.

Everyone is asleep. My grandpa is asleep in the chair, Erich is passed out on the couch, Ella is laying in “her” chair, and Gracy is asleep by the door. Too cute. I’m still busy though. Cleaned the upstairs and cleaned all of the carpets upstairs. Made spaghetti for my grandparents. Just made two batches of brownies and there is jello setting in the freezer. I have more dishes to do and some more laundry. I’d also like to clean up all of the dirt and mop the floors down here (swept and vaccuumed last night) that Papa and Erich walked in. They built Erich a shed outside. I clipped the coupons and need to file them in my little thing. And then I think I might take a shower and lay down and take a nap myself. The dogs both need baths since they played in the dirt with Papa and Erich. So I’ll probably do that then take my own shower (to clean up the bathtub heh) and lay down.

I also cleaned out the pantry giving a lot of stuff to my grandma. Stuff that was left from my mom or was given to us that I just know we won’t eat. I’m trying to clean stuff up. I’m sick of it all. Back to my hum-drum life.

Well, you can see me and all of my glory here. 21 weeks and it seems I am really popping out! My tummy no longer looks fat, but pregnant. Yahoo! Right? Notice my belly button ring is still in tact, but no one knows how much longer!

That is what I will be shortly. I am beginning to think that this might help a lot. I find that my feeling bad revoloves around what I am eating and such. I think monitoring my blood sugar and working with the diabetic nurse to come up with a good diet for me will help tremendously. Though I am not really looking forward to all of the poking. It will be 5x a day. (morning, one hour after each meal, and bedtime) With about 132 days left of my pregnancy, that will be a bit over 500 pokes. Ouch.

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If you care, I’ve added a few links of people I’ve been reading. I found them off of other people blogrolls and wanted the ease and convenience. And they are very cool peoples.

You know, the more I read Allisons blog the more I think she is one cool chicky.

I know you must all be sick of this by now, but whining makes me feel better. I’m supposed to be staying away from stress but Royalpaininmyass does nothing but stress me out. Let’s recap what she’s done today:

walked in the door 20 minutes late

checked her email, read online stories

now she is putting on her makeup.

URGH. My day:

Gone to mailroom twice.

Shelved books.

Checked in journals, shelved.

Straightened desks/chairs.

Helped patron look for lost journal.

Answered questions.

Fixed computers/printers.

Copied about a zillion pages for supervisor.

Found online articles, printed off.

Taken article to MD three buildings away.

And gee, I’ve only been here 3 hours and 37 minutes. I hate no one, but seriously, I’m starting to hate her.

I’m not sure if those are the exact words to that song, but that is what I’m singing in my head. Why?, you ask? Well, that’s because my world is spinning, like it does everyday. The nurse called and said that she called in my glucometer, I’m to go pick it up this evening. She is making the appointment for me to go see the diabetic/ maternal fetal medicine nurse specialist lady. I hope this solves the spinning. It’s lunch time, baby girls favorite time of the day.

I understand that some people don’t like to wash clothes everyday, but please if you are going to wear a shirt twice, don’t wear it TWO days in A ROW! Please alternate thanks. Also, STOP BATHING IN PERFUME DAMNIT. WHEN YOU DO DECIDE TO COME IN, IT MAKES ME SICK.

Thank you,

Me

And why the heck do I have to show up to work EVERYDAY, and yet Royalpaininmyass doesn’t. They threaten to fire me, so why isn’t she out the door?????

I’m so tired of being sick. I’m kinda getting to a point where I’d like the baby to come out (only healthy of course) and just be in my arms. ugh.

Please please please! When you go to the batheroom, hang up the cell phone! It is irritating not only to the person you are talking to, but to other people who may happen to go in the batheroom also. Urgh.

Go to bank

Meijer –mousse, carpet powder, vacuum car

laundry — take clean up, bring dirty down, etc.

dishes– wash and put away

watch charmed at 5pm

vacuum main floor

sweep- run swiffer

mop hardwood and kitchen

1/2 bath

sweep downstairs (basement)

clean carpets — basement stairs (little green cleaning machine)

8:15 haircut

MK $$– get ready for deposit

9pm TLC Residents LIfe

call KV

pay capital one

Just received a call from the nurse at the OB. They are going to start checking my blood sugars FIVE times a day. OUCH! They are battling insurance right now for a glucometer. Boo. I don’t want to go on any stinking diet. (hopefully my blood sugars are fine and I won’t have to follow a diet. I’m telling you now, I’d be NO good at it.)

Okay I’m back to the perfume issue. Remember how I have a problem with my coworker, lets call her Royalpaininmyass. Well, today Royalpaininmyass is wearing enough perfume that I am sitting at least 25 feet away from her and can still smell her reek. On Friday, Royalpaininmyass didn’t show up for work. She works 10-2 (tough, huh?) and called in at 2 to say she was taking a PTO day. Since we are both down here in the library on limited duty I had half a mind to call our regular department (surgery) acting all concerned to see if she had called in. “Oh hi Lynn. I was just wondering if Royalpaininmyass had called in? Well, you know she is supposed to be in at 10am and it’s like 1:30 now and she isn’t here and hasn’t called. We are concerned, did she call you?” Then I’d hang up and laugh cause I’m evil like that (really I’m not evil,just I loathe this chick.) Her day consists of this:

10:15am finally show up

10:17am call her mom and yell in RUSSIAN AT THE TOP OF HER LUNGS IN THE MIDDLE OF THE FRIGGIN’ LIBRARY

10:45am go to Mail Room (five minutes away)

11:10am come back from Mail Room

11:15am print off 75 page short stories from computer

11:30 decides its time for lunch (uhm, do you get lunch when you work four hours? or is it supposed to be something like 15 minute break?)

12:45 come back from lunch (right.)

1:00 check email, call boyfriend, piss around

1:45 time to go home.

(every other day call in.)

Do you see why Royalpaininmyass drives me nuts? The only work related thing she does is go to the Mail Room. I shelve books, look for articles, copy, run errands, ship out articles to other libraries. Hmph.

**I did see her evaluation. It isn’t my fault, she left it on the desk. I got a 4 out of 5. She got a 2.5 out of 5. Oops.**

Anywho. I’ll leave her alone. I won’t even go into how she wants to stay home from work and let her boyfriend-husband person be teh sole provider (he works as a waiter at a restaurant, steady income huh?) and how she would quit her benefits paid job to stay with baby. Oh insurance? They would just apply for medicaid and WIC. I have no problem with these programs. I know ladies on them only because they HAVE to be and are looking for jobs etc etc etc. She wants to make this as a choice. The mind just boggles.