Preggo!

Found out about a week and half before Thanksgiving that I was pregnant! Seriously, a huge shock for both the hubby and I.  We had removed the "goalie" and were not trying, but not preventing for a few months, then I started tracking my basal body temperature to determine when I was ovulating. Things got a little more serious and we had to turn into rabbits to make this thing happen.

Well, I was of the sentiment that it would take me at least six months to get pregnant at my age, which is not old, just older at 32 years than when I had my son at 19 years old. Anyhow, it only took one month to get pregnant! To summarize how we felt for the first two weeks: in shock and shaking with surprise.

Our preliminary due date is July 21, 2010. We told our families on Thanksgiving day at the dinner table. We went around the table with the intent to tell them about the baby and had everyone say what they are thankful for. My husband started us off and said he was thankful for his old family, his new family and his new family member coming next summer. It was wonderful. His mother started crying, his Dad was happy, but my son was completely shocked! He's better now, but having a hard time dealing with that he'll have to share his Mom & Dad.

The neat thing about this is I was twelve years old when my little sister was born so I understand those feelings he is experiencing. We're talking about it a lot and I'm trying to keep my emotions in check about it all, which is hard... let me tell you!

The pregnancy has gone well so far, I've had some bouts with morning sickness and mainly I'm dealing with fatigue. Extreme fatigure. I could sleep during the day at my desk at work, I can go home at 5 p.m. take a nap, get up cook dinner and go back to sleep again and never feel rested!

Oh well, this little bun in the oven will be well worth it!

How to be perfectly miserable

Got this from a friend today and it was exactly what I needed to hear. 

 

HOW TO BE PERFECTLY MISERABLE: 1.Think about yourself 2. Talk about yourself 3. Use "I" as often as possible 4. Mirror yourself continually in the opinion of others. 5. Listen greedily to what ppl say about you. 6. Expect to be appreciated. 7. Be suspicious. 8. Never forgive a criticism. 9. Trust no one but yourself. 10. Do as little as possible for others. This recipe is guaranteed to be infallible!

Tuesday morning happiness

"When everything goes to hell, the people who stand by you without flinching -- they are your family. "
— Jim Butcher

• Coffee, especially strong coffee with good holiday creamer.
• A good book. Currently reading Julie  & Julia. Great read.
• Writing in a journal. This is something I find great therapy in.
  

Not a sports Mom...

My twelve year old, in junior high, has taken an interest in basketball and is on the "A" team for his school. By the way, he's 5'10'' which is quite tall for his age so he gets a lot of attention for it.

He has played two games and a total of about three minutes from both. He is so nervous/anxious/excited that he doesn't know what to do when he gets on the court. In fact, he puts his hands in his pocket while he's playing his position. Poor guy. So last night after his one minute span of playing in the game we decided to sew his short pockets shut. NOW,  I am not a seamstress in any capacity, so it took me an hour to complete by hand. My husband thought it was funny when it took me thirty minutes to sew up six inches. Oh well. If it will keep my son on the basketball court, that's all that matters.

Anyhow, I realized last night I'm not a sports fanatic. Reason being, a woman I sat next to who grew up with my husband also has a son on the basketball team and he happens to be very good. They were very much into the game yelling appropriate sports phrases out like "re-bound" and "shot clock" and all this other stuff I'm lost on.

So, I'm going to do my very best to be a great sports Mom. I don't know much about the dynamics of basketball, but I know about being dedicated to something you enjoy doing, I know about team work, I know about not giving up and focus with determination. So those nuggets are what I'll be passing to my son, not necessarily what he should have done at the last possession of the ball.

 I am very proud of him. Here's hoping he will get to play longer with those short pockets so beautifully sown up! :)

I don't have to.

I'm so glad I don't have to be super skinny to be loved and for me to love myself! It has taken me a long time to feel comfortable in my skin, but glad I finally finished this journey. I have tried to lose weight lately, and not really succeed. The older I get the harder it is for me to lose it. Not that I'm old, I'm 32 years old but still. I'm happily married, should I really say more??

I have evaluated how I am treated now that I'm about fifteen pounds heavier than I was when I started my job two and a half years ago. I feel I am respected for my intelligence and what I have to offer my department rather than what I was wearing that particular day for my boss to gawk at me. Ass. I really don't like him.

Anyhow, it's nice to have curves and feel like a woman without having a size zero waist. Size ten is perfectly.... well perfect!

Is it better to keep your mouth shut?

Is keeping your mouth shut from blabbing your opinions about things going on around you better for your health? That's my question of the day.

Lots of crazy things are happening in our office due to this lady being fired Friday (see previous post) ... basically I feel one lady is trying to take over the office with her controlling, manipulative ways. Eek! But instead of announcing my distaste in snide remarks. I choose to keep those comments under wrap. And say nothing. Do you know how hard that is for me? Yeah, very difficult.

But I'm gonna shaddup and carry on with focusing on my job and getting it done well and right! Holy crap this is hard!

“They always say time changes things, but you actually have to change them yourself.” - Andy Warhol

Oy! a lady at work got fired on Friday. Even though this person really deserved to get fired a loooong time ago, I still feel sorry for her and her son. She's a single mom, but I'm pretty sure she's hooked on prescription drugs. She falls asleep at her desk, has slurred speech most days and when speaking with her it's like she's three or four clicks behind. Some days she comes to work bright eyed and cheery, but most days you're not quite sure which version of herself will walk through the doors.

I feel especially bad for two reasons. We started the job the same day about two years ago in the same entry level position. I accelerated into the public relations aspect of the company and she pretty much stayed where she started. Not sure if she didn't want to move up, or I'm over ambitious. Second reason I feel bad... our company is nice enough to pay for lunch for each employee that celebrates their work anniversary at a local restaurant. The lady that got fired, obviously went on the lunch with the rest of us Friday. She literally was falling asleep at the table, seemed drunk, almost fell over a step and couldn't walk a straight line. Not smart since a higher ranking supervisor also shares the same anniversary month and promptly e-mailed our boss of her behavior... not only that, but she sat right next to me! OY! It was horrible. The lady is so messed up she burns her hair at the office while trying to light a cigarette! Tell me... if you mess up that bad, you have issues!

On the other hand, I am somewhat relieved the office drunk is gone. She brought a level of white trash to the office, she cussed incessantly and was just down right gross most of the time. Not a classy lady at all.

I just felt the need to post about it because my boss was upset about having to fire her and expressed some of those feelings to me. I felt sorry for the guy, even if he is a pompous manipulating person.

Oh yeah and to top off that fab news about the lady getting fired, my car's check engine light has been on for a while... well today it started flashing and the car was shuddering. Back to the shop we go on a car I owe way too much for and that's not worth fixing. Such is life, eh?