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Getting sick.....SUCKS!
I hope it's just allergies or a quick passing. I can't afford to get a cold. I'm already emotional and tired. I don't need a runny nose too. I think part of it is stress, so I need to cut this shit out, seriously. I did rest already tonight and once I have dinner, it's probably back to bed for me. So much for writing....

Hail To The Spirit of...Lady Gaga??

In case you've really been in the dark here, I was in marching band in college. And I still follow the happenings of my band, whose name is "The Band of The Hour." Imagine my surprise when I find out today that 3/4 of the first half-time show will be a trio of Lady Gaga songs (Pokerface, Bad Romance, and Just Dance). 

Hmm....I mean, I'm not saying that our rendition of Justin Timberlake's "Rock Your Body" was that great, but uh.....well....yea. Either way, I'll still support it. I'll try at least. I just hope that my successors will make up some awesome alternative lyrics to some of these songs.

Infant Architecture

Benefits of having an architect husband?

He designs a crib and then places possible furniture in 2 different rooms in a design software (Sketch-Up) in our apartment to show me what it'll look like so we can decide which room to use as the baby's room. He measured the rooms and built the rooms in the software so there is no guessing how much space there will be.


Yeaaaa.....back off bitches. He's mine. ;-)

Found My Way To Relaxation

The last few days of this week have been filled with mounting frustration and anxiety. So much, that Thursday evening I spent most of it crying. I cried Friday morning because my bra didn't fit anymore, and then I almost broke down into tears at my desk at work because I didn't feel like getting up again to get my second juice box (thank you Jared for getting it for me). So ManLosch told me, "I'll do whatever I need to do to make you happy and sane this weekend, you just let me know."

So ManLosch found me a beach! I told him that it'd been too long since my feet had felt some sand, so he drove me around until we found an acceptable beach. My biggest gripe? It fucked up my hair, but whatever. And people just smoke on the beach (hmm..not a Miami thing, THAT'S for sure...). Not cool. But it was nice out today. After that, he paid for me to have a pre-natal massage. I told him afterwards that I think I may have fallen in love with a woman because my massage therapist was great. I will be booking more appointments with her to keep my shoulders from locking and to keep my back from getting all tight. She said now that all my weight is being shifted to the front, plus sitting at a computer all day, I'm going to really need to work on my back.

After that, we spent our last volunteering evening with the kitties. I can't help as much as I used to (can't do the litter and have to watch the kitty tushies) so we figured that it's only going to get worse. We had a great night; there were 3 kittens there tonight who were absolutely amazing. With the kitties being taken care of, we left to pick up dinner. ManLosch made me a steak dinner while I got to put my feet up and relax. He then brought me ice cream and rubbed my belly.

I've not cried once today. ;-)

Frustration

My frustration today comes in many forms. I'm not sure where to start with it, or even if I should blog about any of it. I did realize though, that part of my frustration is writer's block. Or maybe no motivation? I keep thinking about it and wanting to write; I have pieces that are half written, and pieces that I've started and just stopped. I felt this wave of emotion and frustration while walking to my car after work and I feel like my brain was moving with words, and I had the urge to write, but it was almost like I didn't know how. It was strange.

I question whether or not this is something I can try to force. I might. I miss it. Especially after a day like today.

Beginning of the Updates

I had my monthly visit today and met the OB/GYN for the first time (I usually see my nurse practitioner or the ultrasound people). She is tons of amazing and I love her and will do something strange like invite her over to dinner or something. So as we're talking, she basically gives me a new due date. I'm due Christmas Eve now, which was actually my original due date. What a great little Christmas present. :-) We heard the fetal heartbeat and it's very strong, so Peanut is chillin in there, growing and continuing to give me gas.

Part of all the early pregnancy shtuff involves blood tests for abnormalities, etc. Luckily so far, I am low risk for everything possible, which is great. The only thing they want to test is ManLosch for the sickle cell trait (just in case). I knew I had it and it came up in my bloodwork, but only the trait (more common in African Americans). Since we're having a little mulatto Oreo, it almost makes it safer, but just to check, the doctors wanted to test him too. ManLosch despises needles but I told him that if I could fill up 9 vials of blood everytime I went, he could fill up one for me. So after the visit, he goes to register to get his blood taken. He says, "So will this test determine if I'm black or not?" I said, "WHAT?!" He said, "You know. Maybe I'm black or something and didn't know it. Wonder if the test results come back and the doctors say 'We have good news and bad news. The bad news is, you have the trait. The good news is, you can play for the Chicago Bulls.'"

Yes. That is my husband. But at least he's doing everything he can to keep me sane. :-)

Otherwise, everything is going well so far. Just hungry all the time. Anyone wanna UltraFeast with me??

Don't Be Nasty

I normally try NOT to blog about work.....but....


Dear Ladies of Our Office,

Please flush once for the bulk and twice for the remainder. And to think, I used to think it was those women at the other company when we shared a restroom before our office move. Now that we don't? I know that it's ya'll. And ya'll are actin' REAL dirty. Let's get it together please. Because with restroom behaviors like this, you can't ever say ANYTHING about men being gross.

Sincerely,
LaLosch

Tales from Diamond Nails

Since bending over is becoming a little more difficult now (that's what she said), I opted to go and get a pedicure today rather than try to paint my toes myself and be completely out of breath by the time I was applying a base coat. There is a nail salon right across the street from my apartment, so that's where I went.

I walked in and they took me right away (good sign). But then 2 of the women who worked there looked at me and laughed a little. I shot them a look and struggled to get in the chair but got up just fine. Just paranoid. The women proceeded to do all the pedi actions and while cleaning up my cuticles, SHE KNICKED ME. I yelped a little and looked down and there was blood. I shot her a look like, "BITCH WTF JUST HAPPENED?!" and she giggled like she was Sailor Moon and said "Oh, I sorry! OMG I SORRY!" Sorry doesn't cut it whore. But apparently you do. Giving me a pedicure without cutting me would have been great.

She gets to the part where she massages my feet, which did feel nice. But then she pulled out some Mr. Miyagi moves on the bottoms of my feet and thought she was fuckin' Muhammad Ali using my legs as punching bags. I again shot her a look and decided that every time she domestically abused me, a little bit of her tip went back into my wallet.

When my toes were done, I decided too that I looked like I was growing a yeti above my eyes, so I got them shaped and waxed. As I got up to go to the room, the same 2 women who laughed before laughed again and this time, mentally deducted the tip instead of shooting the "don't go there" look. The woman who waxed my brows? She got wax IN MY HAIR and ripped a few strands out and didn't seem bothered by it. Not even when I was almost in tears and had my hand in the wax in my hair, trying to reduce the pain. Tip is now almost at $0.

Luckily, she finished quickly and my dog was done at the groomers, so I let my nails air dry. I paid the exact amount and for both those bitches, I left $5, which I felt was being generous after the shit parade they put me through. I'm not sure I'm going back there, but I think I'll be able to find another nail place with no problems, don't you think?

Lord of the Pants

What will I be doing this weekend you ask?

Looking to buy more maternity pants. Because they are the best thing to happen to me. Ever. Well besides ManLosch, the dog (who I now affectionately just call "Animal"), and the little one. Maternity pants are pretty much up there. Way up there. So I decided while eating an italian ice and letting it all drip onto my belly, "Dammit, I'm gonna buy another pair of pants!"

That is all.

What Did You Eat Before Bed??

• ManLosch(while watching tv during breakfast at the hotel): Is that Lady Gaga?
• Me: No, that's not Lady Gaga. Duh.
• ManLosch: Hmm. Isn't she dead?
• Me: WHAT? Whaaaa? Lady Gaga is not dead dummy.
• ManLosch: Oh. Well maybe I just dreamt that she was dead. Ah, oh well.

Vacation!!!!

Vacation starts tomorrow! And it's well deserved. After a trip to the ER Tuesday night/Wednesday morning and just having a rough week overall, I'm very excited to head to

Seattle!!!!

ManLosch and I are leaving LoschDog behind and headed to Seattle for a week. We're going to Vancouver for a few days too. I had to go for work so we decided to just actually take a little vacation around it, before I'm not going to want to go anywhere! LoschDog is in good hands with my friend Joey, even though I get sad when I leave his little pup face. But this was a well earned vaca. Super excited.