Women should be warned, that when pregnant, the virus that is thriving in their abdomen, can and will make them completely and utterly stupid. I have never felt so brain dead in my entire life. The simplest of tasks, like taking my vitamin, remembering to refill that ladies diet coke at table 5 within 20 minutes, or remembering to post things on the message board so people don't worry, is just beyond my mental capacity as of late. I don't know exactly when my last two brain cells had their argument and decided to part ways and leave my cranium all together, but it has happened.
So, both baby and I are fine. Beau is fine. We're both alive and kicking. At this stage in the pregnancy I am almost 18 weeks. Will be 18 weeks on Friday actually. I have had several doctors appointments, all of which we have had a wonderful little heartbeat (when the baby doesn't hide from the microphone thingy). My next sonogram appointment is on the 16th of this month, and hopefully those wonderful little pictures will determine whether I'm having a girl lump or a boy lump.
I am really freaking fat. Well not fat, it's all baby and organs and stuff, but it is still quite a big difference between what I am used to, and what I am now. Every day it seems my belly juts further and further out, and it's almost depressing, until my wonderful loving husband just comes up to me and starts rubbing said extended belly like it's lucky, or I'm the Buddha. I haven't felt the baby move yet, but I am assured that within the next few weeks, I will start to feel it. I am waiting for revenge, in the middle of the night, pressing a rather rambunctious baby belly up against Beau's back and letting it kick kick kick away for all his tossing and turning that nearly punts me out of bed.
I can't sleep worth a damn anymore. I'll get a few hours of solid sleep, and then I'll wake up every half an hour or so. Part of this is due to wrestling with Beau for the covers/room on the bed, fighting with the cat because she insists on sleeping between my legs when I need to move and change positions, living on the a busy street, living across from a gas station, and last, but not least, my favorite, not being able to get comfortable because this lump presses on everything!!!
Work so far is okay, it still however, puts a lot of strain on that pulled rib muscle of mine (which still hasn't gotten any better). My feet have begun to hurt a bit more (I would guess because I'm about ten pounds heavier than what I am used to). Lots of changes at work, and each time they change something, they piss me off, but I only have to last three and a half more months before I can go on maternity leave. God..work sucks.
We've been spending a lot of time with our closest friends as of late. Dinner every Wednesday, and we spend on average about 2 or 3 other nights over at their house, because lets face it, after March 7th (due date by the way) we won't have a lot of hanging out time left over to spend, so we're trying to get it all in as much as possible now, while the getting is good.
Any other time not requisitioned by work, sleep, and friend time, is spent together between the two of us, which translates to, we both sit on our respective computers, have conversations, and play neopets together. We're addicted, which also explains why neither of us have been seen for some time. I'm sure we'll get bored and be back soon to regular online and rp times, we shall see. The slots on neopets require little brain power, and that seems to be all the brain power I have left in me.
Let's see, what else? Oh, my dad's dog died. -sad look- She was a bull mastiff named Lucy. She had just had surgery to fix a twisted stomach, and after the surgery, had developed a blood clot which the vet didn't catch because it had already moved to her legs. My dad brought her home, she moved in the middle of the night, and the blood clot shifted, going straight to her heart. The vet was magnaminous enough to say he wouldn't charge my dad for the cremation, but my dad still owes for the surgery. What...a jack ass. My dad has the worst luck with pets. It's not his fault, it just happens to be his fate and misfortune. So kudos to Marty, his 11 year old german shepherd/rottweiler mix for lasting 11 years in my fathers care without getting hit by a car or contracting some strange disease.
Uhmmm, my brother has asked his boyfriend to marry him. And he said yes, so there will be some strange wedding thing going on on October 31st 2009. I don't know exactly how that's going to work, because Iowa still hasn't passed the whole gay marriage thing as of yet, so...I guess I'll know more details when the time gets closer.
Other than that, I think I'm doing okay, despite my disappearing, and I apologize for disappearing, I didn't mean to, it's just that, quite literally I would mean to post, and I would forget to do so. Hopefully, I can remember to check the boards everyday and make a post once a week as to what is going on, if not make it into some rp rooms at some point in the near future. I miss all of you and hope to see everyone soon!
Amber
