A little clarification for "Can't live with her, Can't kill her"

I think my most recent blog had some misinformation in it. I am going to have my baby on Tuesday, April 7Th. The doctor is going to induce at 5am. Yes, there is a 5 in the morning too, and you do not have to stay up all night to get to it. So I will be in class on Monday but not Wednesday. Also, my sister read my blog, and it hurt her feelings. So to Amber: Yes, you drive me nuts sometimes, but I love you. I am so grateful you are here. I would want you here even without the baby part. You are not an inconvenience at all. Please don't take what I said the wrong way. I heart you. I would never lock you in a dumpster unless you wanted me to.

Can't live with her, Can't kill her

My sister is driving me CRAZY!!!!! She flew in last week from the Virgin Islands to be here when my baby is born. Since she has been here, I have done more walking than I think any one person should ever do. We have literally gone shopping 4 out of the past 5 days. I understand that she is only here for a short time, and she does not have access to many of the stores we have here. But I'm big, pregnant, and TIRED!!!! Not to mention, she is a size three. She is trying on clothes saying "how does this look?" It looks like she needs to eat some bacon! Then she will find something and go "here is a size ten for you." I know it was just hormones, but I actually teared up as I couldn't get the size ten skirt over my legs. I do not know why I even tried it on. I knew it wasn't going to fit. I am not upset about my size. I am pregnant after all. Two days away from giving birth is just not the time a person wants to go shopping. Also, my feet hurt (that was my whiny voice). She is kinda nuts. She says she is on a diet, but all she has eaten since she has been here is fried or fast food. I don't care, but why is she saying she is on a diet? She doesn't need to be on a diet. Then, last night, I was getting an ice cream out of the freezer. It was one of those delicious great divide bars. You know, chocolate on top, vanilla on bottom. MMMmmmm-GOOD! So I ask if she wants one, and she says no. I sit down and start enjoying mine. All of the sudden she wants a bite! Let me just say that I am a bit of a germaphobe so this whole bite thing really grosses me out. I won't even eat after my boyfriend, and we are having a baby together. I said to her that I will get up and get her one. Nope, she just wants a bite of mine. I finally break down and give her one. Then she wants a bite of the vanilla part too. So I give her one. Then she decides that ya, she will have one of her own. I wanted to scream!!!! Plus, her and her daughter's things are strewn from 1 end of my house to the other. I would like to blame the mess on my 2 year old niece, but it is not her. It is my 28 year old sister's fault. On top of all that, she keeps using my stuff like my deodorant. She messed with my computer settings. She even used my razor!

I know my hormones are all out of whack, but I am pretty sure these things would get on any body's nerves. That being said, I am so glad she is here to annoy me. I would not want to go through this whole "having a baby" thing without her. And she did give me a foot massage last night. I guess I won't lock her in a dumpster just yet.

Ready or not!!!!!

I am so excited! I went to the doctor today. I go every week now. So he tells me that if I am still pregnant next Thursday we are going to discuss scheduling my baby's birth for the following week (I am going to try to schedule it around my classes to miss as little as possible). I can finally see an end in sight. An end to this part anyway. My mom says then the real work starts. I know she is right, but I don't see it as work. To me it is a new adventure. I was really scared for awhile, but now I am ready to meet this challenge head on. It is crazy how my feelings have changed so much. When I first got pregnant I was sad that I could not do some of the things I could before. For example, during the summers, I used to love packing up my bag and heading out on crazy road trips. Sometimes I wouldn't even have a plan or a timeline. Now with a baby, I can not do stuff like that. I can still go on road trips; they will just take more planning. I was also afraid in the beginning that we would not be able to afford a baby. They are really expensive! Now I just have faith that everything will work out. Yes, I probably won't be shopping as much (or at all for awhile), but that is OK. The truth is that when I go into a store now, I head straight for the baby stuff anyway. I'm not upset about losing my precious sleep time anymore either. I am looking forward to sitting awake with my little sweetie. Just me and her watching infomercials. It sounds nice to me. So life as I know it is about to drastically change, but I am looking forward to it. Bring it on! Let the party begin (just don't invite the strippers, there are children in the room)!

Procrastination is BAD!

Here it is, Thursday already. Spring break is almost over, and I do not feel like I have accomplished anything. I planned on using this time to get ahead on some school work and make some final preparations for my new addition (my baby is due soon in case anyone hasn't been keeping up). I always say that I work better under pressure. I think that is a lie. Now I am starting to freak out a little. I have so much to do that it is overwhelming me. I am getting less accomplished, because I am so worried about it. I have a 6 page research paper (single spaced! YIKES!) due on Monday. I am ashamed to say that I haven't started yet. Guess what I'll be doing for the rest of my time off. Thank God I am not behind in any of my other classes. I don't know why I keep doing this to myself. I want to say I am just tired, blame it on pregnancy. I am not sure that is true though. I just dread writing this paper, because the topic is so boring. It is on universal health care in the U.S. The topic was assigned; I didn't pick it. I'll get it done though. I always do. My problem at home is that I have a hard time delegating tasks. I want to ask my boyfriend to help me with stuff, but I know exactly how I want things done. It seems easier to do things myself than explain it to him. Also, when it comes to cleaning the bathroom or doing the dishes, I do a much better job than he does. When he folds clothes, they look so sloppy! I think he does bad on purpose so I won't ask him to do it again. Is it really that hard to fold all the tee shirts the same? In his defense I am kind of anal about stuff like that. I blame my Mom. So it is crunch time. I guess I will get to work. One of these days I am going to learn to just do what needs to be done. No more putting things off until tomorrow, because eventually I run out of tomorrows.

Super Powers

Did you ever wish you had a super power? I know I do. It would be neat to be like those witches from the television show Charmed. To be able to orb to wherever you wanted, whenever you wanted to would be cool. It would save a lot of money on gas too. Or to have the power to freeze time would be useful. Then on those days when you have more stuff to do than time to do it, you could just freeze time and accomplish everything you needed to. This would have been a handy power to have when I was a teenager. I remember when I would come home, and my grandma would ask me what I had been up to, knowing it was no good. I could have just froze time right there and thought of some good story. Instead she got lame ramblings that usually fell apart as I said them. I do not think the power to move stuff with my mind would be good for me. I would be really lazy. Instead of getting up to get a drink, I would just bring the drink to me. Or whenever I lost the remote to the television (which happens a lot) I would change the channel with my mind. I think I would gain a lot of weight with this power. Although, now that I think about it, I guess I could use it to make myself exercise. I could just think of leg lifts and suddenly be doing them. Now the power of premonition would be fun. I could use it to win the lottery. I think the best power would be mind control. That way when my boyfriend was torturing me with racing on television I could just will him to change the channel or give me the remote. I would make him do stuff my way, since I always think my way is better anyway. Ya, having a super power would be really cool. What power would you want?

Happy Birthday To Me

Happy Birthday to me! That's right. Today is my 26th birthday. The funny thing about a birthday is that it is supposed to be your day, but shouldn't the day be to celebrate your Mom? I mean, she did do all the work. She went through the pregnancy and the labor, not to mention the day to day job of taking care of you. I know with me, that was a hard job. I know moms get Mother's Day, but that doesn't seem like enough. Another funny thing about birthdays is that the more you have, the less important they become. I remember when I would anticipate my birthday for months. All year actually. This year it kind of snuck up on me. It was a nice day though. My good friend called me at 7:30 am to sing Happy Birthday. That could have waited until after lunch. Later, I went to my Mom's house. She helped me do my laundry, and we watched soap operas. The best part of the day was when she made me this awesome chicken salad that I love. Then she put a candle in a cupcake and sang to me. It was sweet. We don't do whole cakes anymore, because they just go to waste. After that I had to come home to study. I had a big marketing test. As far as presents, I couldn't think of anything I really wanted. My mom ended up paying my phone bill for the month. That is actually better than anything she could have went out and bought. My boyfriend bought me this dresser I wanted for my baby. You know, so she can have her own space since, for now, she doesn't have her own room. I did have a baby shower last weekend where I got all kinds of presents, so I wasn't expecting anything really. Oh, my boyfriend also promised to take me to a nice dinner on Friday. That will be nice even though I could get that anyway. Friday is our date night. At least this week he won't have any say in the restaurant. Maybe I can get him to try Greek food. So all in all, it was a good birthday.

Please control your child lady!

I don't know if it is because I am about to be a parent or if I am just less tolerant than I used to be, but I am noticing how some parents just let their kids do whatever. I was in the doctors office earlier this week. I had a fever, a runny nose, and a terrible cough (turns out I had the flu). Anyway, this women came in with her little daughter. She was probably 3 or 4 years old. The little girl started talking to me. I was trying to be polite, but I felt awful. I just wanted to be left alone. She came and sat by me. She took over the magazine I was looking at. She started digging in my purse. The whole time I was hoping the mom would say something to her, but she didn't. When I moved my purse to the other side of me, the little girl started crawling on me. No joke, right on top of me. Here I am, 7 and a half months pregnant, sick as a dog, in the doctor's office, and this little girl is using me as a jungle gym. Her mother never said a word to her. I would have thought that a mother would not want her kid that close to a stranger, much less a sick stranger. I was ready to yell at the mom. I was so relieved when the nurse called my name. I would have hated to be rude, but the situation was sending me to my boiling point. So to all you moms out there, don't let your kids bug sick strangers.