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So, I'm either 14 weeks today, according to my doctor, or 14 weeks 5 days according to the sonogram... either way, I'm seriously showing. I went to the fair with Monica on Saturday, and she claimed I had gotten bigger while we were there. But.. she is insane, so I don't trust her... but I definatly am showing now.. it isn't just bloat.... Which, is good, but at the same time, sucks because I can't button any of my pants, and I just don't want to buy maternity ones... the bella band is good, but it just isn't as comfortable as I thought it would be. But, the good news is I don't have nausea anymore... the bad news? I feel like I'm going to pass out all the dang time now! I did on Saturday at the fair, and then today while buying a new phone, I had to run into AE so sit in their chairs, because I was about to pass out, and that just isn't fun. Thankfully, I knew the girl working the Verizon stand, so while it was awkward to say " um.. I might pass out so I'm going into AE" and then coming back in 10 mins, it was better than saying that to a stranger...But I didn't explain that I was going there to sit, so I think she thought I was insane. Lesson learned, eat and drink a ton of water.

Today, I went to my moms house, and talked with her and my MiL about the baby shower, and they had some cute ideas, and my little sister and her little friend are decorating, which, is cute. I just hope this baby shows me what the sex is. While I still think and hope its a girl, I think I can deal with a boy. My MiL brought me to a bday party of these adorable little triplets and they were ALL boy.. running and jumping and being insane. One became my BF for the day, and he was hilarious, so I think I might be able to like being a mommy to a boy.....but I still want a girl! :)

2 more months-- that is exciting! Two months until I move back with LJ and have a somewhat normal life, and I'm quite excited. Even though he's a HUGE butthead- he's the best. <3 I'm so freggin excited.

So, I'm going to try and figure out this phone, and once I do, I'll be posting belly pictures. I would do it with my camera, but it's such a POS it wont come out correctly if I do it in the

13 week check up

Everything went really well today with the doctor. I've gained 2lbs, baby's heart beat is amazingly beautiful, and I could listen to it all day, and then the drop this crap on me..." we need to test the baby for downs syndrome..."

I don't really know what to think of that. What I do know is that even if the outcome of the blood test is positive, there are a lot of false positives.. then they have to jab me with a needle in my stomach... and then they'll know for sure. But, even if that's the case... it's not like I'd get an abortion, so I really don't know if I want to or not. Although... if it IS positive, I'd at least like to know what to prepare myself for--thankfully, LJ and I are on the same page about this, so I think everything will be fine. I mean, I'm 23. The chances of that are slim to none... So thanks vagina doctor, for freaking me out. Because that's just what I needed after my craptastic day at work. My stupid boss is making me hate my job. I love interpreting.... I love it more than ANYTHING.... so, this she devil is making my life miserable. Apparently, I need to work on making other people "feel good" and for that, I say "screw you Pam. I do a great job interpreting. I could care less how you feel."


And that's all for that topic...

I hate not sleeping with my snoring husband. I mean, I hate sleeping with him while I'm there because I got kicked in the face, farted on, and snoring took place in my ear like, every night.... but on the flip side, he's so cuddly, and also? Really really ridiculously good looking, even when he's sleeping (mostly, except when he's mouth breathing with his HUGE mouth open..it makes me want to go Deaf. I hate it more than ANYTHING). So, thanks to Bill and JerrieLynne for making a smokin hot man for me. :)

I wrote out the list of guests for my baby shower, and I've come to the conclusion, that I should have made more girl friends -- because I can't invite the boys to my baby shower.... well, I could, but I doubt they'd go.

I keep having this dream, where I deliver a girl, but she looks like LJ, like.. as an adult, and I wake up freaking out. I do not want a man head on my little girl's body. No thank you to that. OH! Speaking of girls, or boys.... I am going to see the sex of my baby on May 8th officially, but I'm going to try and see if it's possible to get it some time before that, just so I can know for the baby shower.... and also... because I am getting very anxious.
LJ rubbed my belly and said "please be a boy" a million times, but I still feel like it might be a girl. Except when I'm bloated. Then I can believe it's a boy, because girls don't fart. It's scientific fact.

Stupid Army.

So, LJ was supposed to be off for 3 days... work 3 days, and off for 4 days while I was here. But... he got called in at like, 7 to be there for like a few hours. That was freggin 6 hours ago. I'm so so sooooo bored. I cleaned the entire kitchen on Saturday...and that was GROSS. Stupid slut should have been doing it while staying here, but no. I was mopping and had to change the water before I was done... because the water was black. GROSS. Plus, because they all smoked inside for like what.... 5 months? 6 months? When I cleaned the windows, the paper towel was black. it was seriously more than I bargained for. I thought I'd have to tidy up a little, because I hate nastiness, but I wasn't prepared for this crap.

So, today, because the slut and the boys like, live on the couch, I cleaned it. Again, had to change the water midway, because it too was black. But, now its clean and smells nothing like an ashtray, so that's cool. And the room mate? Wouldn't stop smoking in his room. Good thing that's the guest room and not the baby's room huh? And my husband just lets this nonsense happen, because he wants everyone to be happy. (Apparently, everyone but me and the dang baby)

Then, I did the master bath, and I want some kind of prize... and I cleaned the room. So, I'm done. I'm not venturing into the barn room, and the babys room isn't going to even be touched until the room mates moved out, because the couch in there needs to go into the barn room.

The good news, -- well, as long as it lasts this time anyway-- is that the Slutty McBitchy and the roomie broke up, and LJ made her meet him at lowes last night to get a new door. And ps? Who leaves a douche bag at a boyfriends house? wtf?!??!

We registered at target--but I need to add more. It's a small target here... but I'm still glad we got some of that done, and that LJ could be involved, even though he could have cared less about that. I just thought he should be involved a little. I just feel like these next 2 1/2 months are going to fly by and then I move back here for good....and then it's freak out time. My MiL is coming in June to bring all my crap, and to help with the baby stuff before it comes, and to obviously see us, so that will be good, but I still want just as much done as possible.

We went to Home Depot, and picked out the hallway color, and laundry room color... we just need to wait for roomie to move out, and we can do the others. And, at Walmart, ...if it's a girl.... I found the PERFECT wall decals-- they're brown and pink circles! totally perfect.

What's not perfect, is me watching "a baby story"...I wanna puke. I want every drug I can get to make this baby's delivery as easy as it can be. Call me selfish, don't care. I dont want to go through that. And also? I hope by baby dosen't come out purple with white gunk on it. I dont remember LeAnne and Alan looking like that. I was a kid... but I can't remember it. I think they should wash it off first, because really? Yuck city.

Six hours in, and it sucks.


and? I'm inside not smoking. guess where MAH is? yeah..... smoking.

Well well well... looks like tomorrow is it. I'm getting ready to go to ky -- which is so lame. I hate getting ready to travel. I love to fly and love road trips... but uuugh. I hate it. But the good news is, I'm eating viva, no one broke in to the house like I assumed... apparently the dogs were pushing it out, when I thought a big scary man was pulling it open or something... whatever.Point is... things are going smoothly so far. Which is good, because I freak out before a flight. not because I'm afraid to fly.. my father would kill me if that were the case... but because all my life I've flown standby, and not knowing always kills me. Now that I've bought a ticket, it's on SW so... I dont know where I'll sit. I hope to God it's not by a stinky fat man, a smelly old lady, or an Asian. I'm not racist towards Asians... but they tend to puke on the plane... and so... no thank you to that.

My little baby hasn't been moving much lately, but it is a-growin. I can't really button any of my pants anymore. I dont look pregnant.. I look fat, and it's saddening me... to the extreme.

Also? everyone besides the 2 other interpreters at work are making me want to stab someone in the neck. Like seriously, I hate this crap sometimes. I love my job... hate the politics of it!


In other news- my dog hasn't had an accident, or eaten a couch this week, so I bought her some prizes for when she's at my mothers. I hope she sneeks into their room and cuddles with them. To see my dad's face if that were to happen would be totally worth the screaming for 3 days. :)

it's always nice to hear that you're a nagging bitch, and that a specific someone wishes that you weren't pregnant right?

I just don't even want to go to Kentucky anymore.

crap..

I still just can't understand how I'm so in love with this baby already. ...


I also can't understand why it's such a big deal for LJ to not have that skank in the house while I'm there. it's putting a lot of stress on me-- to the point where I don't even want to go there if she'll be there.... and I just don't get it.Every time we argue about it, the baby freaks out.. like, it's a fluttery mess when I get this upset.

I wish one day could go by with out stressing out about the trip, and I know I'm "allowed" to be emotional about things right now... but this is pushing me to my limit, and I'm really tired of it.... really really tired of it. I suppose I should feel bad for disliking someone this much, for reasons that are simply second hand stories to me... but she DID ruin the house.. and she's rude to me. And, my MiL didn't even like her, and I'm pretty sure that woman tries to like everyone.

I know that just because I'm pregnant, it's not all about me. And, I'm aware that the pregnancy doesn't hit the dad until later, but quite frankly, I'm sick of the shit, and lack of understanding.

Sweet Baby Jesus, we agreed.

So, after many lengthy arguments about our "son's" name, we've decided to go with Christopher Andrew. I hate the name Andrew as a first name, because it's bound to be shortened to Andy.... I just can't have that.

Christopher is a beautiful name, I wanted Christopher Joseph, but my little cousin is that, so... :( bummer, but LJ really wanted Andrew. Plus? I couldn't keep track of the AJ, CJ,LJ thing, so this is perfect.

And, for the girl, Sophia Marie. So perfect. :) So, basically, I just need it to be a girl. :) I don't know how to play with a boy! I like barbies, and dress up, and nail polish and make up.... Not so much a fan of the GI Joe... unless it's barbie's boy friend. haha....

And... it's 10:15p... Work is going to be a SUCK FEST tomorrow with our meeting, and I might just have a bad case of morning sickness if things get crazy. Oh the joys of being pregnant!