Some Satisfaction, Finally!

Wednesday, hubby was not home as anticipated. He had a previous engagement and had to leave shortly after I took the little one to dance class. When her class was over, we stopped at Burger King and picked up dinner (some appetites were going to be satisfied!). The next day, my department had a presentation at a lodge in Heber, Utah called StillWater. It's absolutely beautiful, nestled next to the Jordanelle river, surrounded by a breathtaking mountain terrain. Talk about a great place to have a retreat!

Anyway, I came into the office first, then my coworker and I headed up the canyon to the lodge to do our presentation and booth set-up. It was a good day, but very tiring. My phone didn't have service where we were, so I received no calls. Once we were back in Salt Lake, I answered a few emails then took off. My phone rang as soon as I left the building:

"Is there a reason why you haven't been around to answer or return any of my phone calls?" (in a somewhat suspicious tone)

"Um, yeah. I told you I'd be in Heber today. Our service doesn't work in Heber, you know that."

"Oh, yeah. I forgot, honey." (tone completely changes to the I'm-an-idiot-and-I'm-so-sorry tone)

"Well, isn't that interesting," I thought. I can't believe this is the same man that was treating me like I had the plague, two nights ago. All of a sudden, he's trying to find me. We then decide to talk a bit and I tell him about my frustrations with him and his fear. He promises he'll work on it, and agrees that his fear has effected our intimacy. Once I got home, I crawled into bed with him and made him remember why he's married to me. He was none too disappointed at my approach and both our modes changed for the better. I wanted to say, "See? Now was that so hard?"

He is working for the next twelve days and I'm sure that's going to drive me nuts. Supposedly, we're going to do stuff together on the 9th, while my girlfriend watches our little one. I'm hopeful, but not planning for it. Who knows what could happen between now and then. After the twelve-day stint, he'll be traveling to Vegas to test. I'm really nervous about that, but there isn't much I can do. He wants me to stay at my mother's while he's away, just in case something happens. You know, I really don't want to. Not that it wouldn't be nice at my mother's. I just would rather sleep in my own bed with my own stuff, you know? I'd have to bring the dog with me if I went so, added chaos. I'm still deliberating.

Tonight, I want to take my daughter to the Corn Maze/Trail of Doom. I kind of "hyped it up" for her, so she would see it as fun instead of a potential breeding ground for nightmares. We could just do the maze, but this seems like a fun way to get the season started. I just love the scary season.

Hot, Hot, Hot!

...and I'm not talking about the temperature outside. My hubby was off last night, so I had him all evening to myself. You'd think the fireworks would be going off, seriously. We watched a movie and then started in on another one. Fifteen minutes into it, he fell asleep. Well, I couldn't fault him for that. I know that he's probably so exhausted from the hours he's pulling and this was the first time in a long time he got to sleep at night. It was easy to forgive the nod-off. This morning, I was ready for him to make-up for it so, I'm nudging the hell out of him, trying to get things going (you know, strategic stroking and caressing) thinking, "I know this will get him. He can't possibly turn me down." I mean, talk about an easy lay.

When I notice he's awake, the following conversation takes place (I didn't want to conversate, if you noticed):

Me: "Hey don't you want to?"
Him: "Yeah, honey, but I gotta get up and get ready in a few minutes" (Please! That's never stopped him before)
Me: "Are you afraid?"
Him: "Well, I'm a little hesitant. I just don't want to do anything to put the baby in jeopardy"
Me: "The baby will be fine, honey. She's in the most protected environment there is."
Him: Well, I'm just thinking about last night and the past few nights. She (the baby) has been so busy and you've been so uncomfortable. I don't know how we can without it being too difficult for you.

The sentiment is sweet, but hell! Let me decide if I can or can't. Lord, I'm in need! Like I said, this is a new experience for me. During my last pregnancy, I would have been happy to have him stay as far away from me as possible. This time, I'm ravenous and it's really starting to get on my nerves that he's being so fidgety about our intimacy. Granted, our positions are very limited, but we can still get it on without too much difficulty.

Hubby is an oral fanatic, so he's been thrilled that I'm so sensitive and receptive to it, lately; however, I want it all! Call me greedy but, dammit, things are getting way too frustrating. He's off tonight too and I think I may have to rape his ass, if it comes to that. What do they say about denying pregnant women food? I think the same is true of all appetites.

Feeling Better...cough, cough, cough

Last night was the first night I actually slept soundly without waking up to run into the bathroom to cough up buckets full of phlegm (how's that for a visual). I'm still coughing and will probably cough for the next week or so. It's just like I said in a post earlier, as soon as things quiet down and everyone's expected to listen attentively, I start in with my old man coughing.

Yesterday was our all-staff meeting and the beginning of our week-long, faculty colloquium. These yearly meetings are always a mind blower because so many of our staff work across country. This is the only time we get a real visual of just how many people work for our University. Anyway, there are about 200 of us now (I remember when there were only 30 of us) and I was working really hard to try and remember name's to faces. I eventually gave up. My coughing started during the heart of our president's presentation and didn't stop until he presented the 5-year watches (my boss received his). Then, he presented a new award for "excellence" (there were only two handed out). Guess who got one of those suckers? I was totally blown away! A crystal weight with my name engraved as well as two, round-trip tickets to anywhere in the United States! Man, I must be living right. I was so excited! After that shock, we went to eat and "play" at Boondocks Family Fun Center.

Despite being preggers, I bit the bullet and drove the go-carts. That was more fun than I remember (I think I was a kid, the last time I did that). No Bumping signs all over the place (the only rule for the event) and what happens? Some rat-nosed kid bumps me. The only pregnant woman on the track and he bumps me (lil' .......)Afterwards, we played "Ice Ball" and won tickets for crap only a kid could love (all of which I gave to my daughter, once I got home). We then got accosted by every well-wisher hugging and (yes) even kissing me, before we finally headed out of there at 6:30 pm last night. It was a good day.

I got home expecting to find an empty house, but when I pulled into the garage, I saw my hubby's car. What the....? Well, turns out Mr. Fabulous overslept (again) and missed an appointment with a guy he was supposed to train. When I tried to get him to talk, he was so loopy that I could barely get anything out of him. He did congratulate me on my awards, but I don't think he really "got" it until this morning when he called to congratulate me again. He's been so tired and crazy, lately. I keep waiting for the "sleep doctor" to call with news on what he should do about his apnea. It's really starting to effect his life in a bad way.

I started work on part of my Halloween costume, Saturday. I am by no means a seamstress (totally self taught), but I do okay. I figure I should be done with the cape by this weekend and the great thing is, it's multi-functional. I can wear it during the winter, since my belly will probably not allow me a comfortable fit in my winter trench coat. The cape is super roomy.





The rest of the costume is in need of a dye job. It's lipstick red (purchased from eBay) and I will be dying it black (again, hopefully this weekend). I'm still trying to "construct" the idea of who I am in this costume. We always do it up big here, so I don't want to come off looking crazy. Last year, I did the disco diva thing, complete with sequined hat and halter top, black satin pants, platform heals, lots of gold chains, huge gold earrings and bangle bracelets, big Farrah-type hair with gold accenting spray and a gold chainmail belt to accentuate the effect. I was looking pretty good, but only a few people "got" it. (Utah: they're so clueless)

The pregnant lady is hungry, so I'm going to find some substanance quick and in a hurry.

I am soooo sick!

Yep. You read the time stamp correctly. I've been up hacking for hours! I can't find a comfortable position to sleep in and the only way I stop coughing is if I'm sitting straight up. What a nightmare! I've already called into my office and said I wasn't coming in. I think it truly blows their minds when they get a call from me at this hour. They all know how I like to go to bed.

My sides are so sore from hacking and hacking. Then, the baby thinks it's party time from all the movement. She hasn't slept either. She also keeps jabbing me in the bladder, so I'm running to the bathroom every half hour too. Sounds wonderful, don't it?

I sat in the bathroom and ran the shower for steam for about fifteen minutes. It helped, but I still can't freaking get to sleep! I'm going to take some more Sudafed (yep. I'm really starting to miss my Nyquil) to try to help with the "drip". I hope I can (if I do doze off) get up in time to take my daughter to my mother's house so that she can take her to school. Of course, hubby would be working overtime, so he can't take her. Ughh! What I wouldn't give for a really strong shot of something right now. And, tomorrow's the first day of dance too. The other dance mommies are going to love meeting one of he extras in Night of the Living Dead tomorrow. Maybe I'll sign autographs.

Happy first day of fall!

A Few Changes

I changed the template and straightened up a few "problems" I had with the last one. I hope this is easier to read for everyone (including myself). I've also added a couple of links from my former blog, my email address and my "100 Things" for more info about yours truly.

My cold has "kicked in" and the stages have begun. I sneezed for half the day and now, the coughing has started. I'll cough and sleep breathing through one nostril for about three or four days. The cough will be the last to go (I expect to see it depart around early October). I'll feel fine, but hack like a 3 pack-a-day smoker. It's really annoying. I can remember getting sick during exams in high school (stress and lack of sleep every time) and hack through the entire examination. I don't know what was more distracting, my hacking or everyone asking me every two minutes, "Are you okay?" or "Do you need some water?". I always wanted to yell, "No. I don't need any water, you morons. Water isn't going to make the phlegm go away now, is it." Thank goodness for tact.

I'm so excited! I finally found a dance studio for my daughter. For weeks, she's been asking me, "When am I gonna dance, mama?" or "When's my next recital?" Her last dance class was offered through a studio that actually gave lessons to kids in various daycares throughout the valley. How convienient for us busy parent-types! She absolutely loved it and I was glad to give her that opportunity. When daycare ended and Kindergarten began, I worried that she might not be interested or, if she was, I wouldn't be able to find anything for her that was in a decent price range. She is and I did! She starts to tomorrow at 5:15, once a week until December, when she has her recital. That's the best part for the kids, in my opinion. I loved my recitals - putting on make-up (the only time I could, as a child), getting the hair all prettied up, wearing my costume and being a complete show-off, legitimately, all night long. Then, there was the flowers from mom and dad after each performance.

Hubby was home when I got home last night. We've been watching Lost on DVD for the past few nights and are absolutely addicted! We were up till past 11:00 (which is late for me) watching the episodes on disc 4. I've asked my mother to TiVo the new season for us, until we can finish up season 1. It's extremely well written, well acted and (go figure!) original. We were both exhausted and fell asleep holding hands (I kid you not!) I think we both had the loving in mind, but were too tired to do anything about it. Oh, well.

Love Those Nooners!

Hubby surprised me with lunch on Friday. I was so thrilled to see him! We ate, talked and laughed a lot (things I really miss, when he's not around). Of course, nooners are much more fun, when you're not pregnant (we didn't even try). After lunch, the day went pretty quickly and the weekend started off with the babe and I shopping at Michael's crafts (we're now in search of everything Unicorn for the baby's room). We bought a couple of those velvet pictures to color and she and I had a good time doing that in bed before I had to put her down.

Saturday, we all got up and prepared to run errands (hubby was planning another retreat). The babe and I went to Wally World, then to Mickey D's for breakfast, then to Home Depot, then to my mother's house to visit. Then, all the girls (including my sister) drove into Salt Lake to go shopping. That was about a two hour excursion, then back home. I fixed our lunch, then set about to fixing the bar lights in the babe's and the master bathrooms. Man, you don't realize how dark a room is until you fix all the lights. After that project, I put in a dimmer in the baby's nursery (proud to say, all by my lonesome). :-) Hubby was so impressed, the next day, he was sure we'd have no problem attaching the ceiling fan in our bedroom.

That night, after visiting a few more stores, I began to get a very sore throat. I sucked on some ludens, but it didn't help all that much. The babe went to bed and I sat up and put the massager on my back (it was a busy day and my back was reminding me that a pregnant lady can't take on the world). At around 1:00 am, my hubby climbed into bed. He had driven to Idaho again and was all checked into his room. He said that he went to Wally World, walked by a mirror and caught a glimpse of himself. He said he didn't like what he saw. He was alone and looked it...unhappy without his family. He said, he went back to the room, grabbed his stuff and hit the road (this was at around 11:00 pm). He stopped for gas on the way back and grabbed a lottery ticket (you know, priorities). He said he was so happy to be home and back in my arms and then it happened, finally. He said, "I realized that I don't need or want anyone else. I have these problems, that's trued and I don't know if they'll ever go away. But, all I want is you...my beautiful wife." If I'd been a bit more awake, I probably would have cried.

So, after our talk and intimacy, I realized that I didn't feel very good...you know, the sore throat and all. It was still there and my head felt congested. By Sunday morning, I was sick as a dog! I stayed home and hubby went and bought the family breakfast and juice. I ate and laid on the couch with him most of the day. Although I felt like crap, it was nice to have him around so much. The babe alternated between playing in her new playroom downstairs, playing in her bedroom and playing in the living room where we were. She was all played out by bedtime.

I slept okay, but I still feel it, you know? All the prenatals and vitamin C must have fought off the bulk of what could have been (thank God!). I was able to take sudafed, but it's not Nyquil (or a good shot of brandy or whiskey. That'll stop a virus in it's tracks for sure!) Can't do that to the baby. I'm really tired and could literally lie down on top of my desk right now. I think people would probably notice a big round lady sprawled out on her desk, slobbering on herself.

Feeling the Stress

I was so irritated last night before my hubby left for work, and I couldn't put my finger on why until he walked out of the door; I am lonely for adult companionship. I have my daughter all the time and I love her dearly, but you can only deal with so much "Arthur" and "Cyberchase" and "PBS Kids" in general before you start to feel like you're five yourself. Then, there's the Kindergarten chatter (which tickles me so), but is also not enough to stimulate the adult mind. Once she's in bed, hubby is up and preparing to leave for work. I hate this! What's even more irritating is that he said, "Oh, we'll have Wednesday and Thursday to spend together." Yeah, right. I knew his butt would get busy doing stuff (cleaning the house, mowing the lawn, moving out furniture -- which I'm totally happy he does and am not complaining about the acts themselves), and I knew he'd end up going to bed way too late as usual. When that happens, he doesn't get up until time to go to work. Then, we have 30 minutes to chat,which isn't nearly enough and then away he goes.

So, this morning, he makes his morning call to me, as the babe and I are driving to school and work and he's on his way to the gym. I'm getting a little snappy and irritated with every comment he makes (some of which deserved my irritation - going to his test site in October with a friend and staying at said friend's, friend's house or some garbage). Finally, he says, "What's going on with you? Are you grouchy or something?" I'm like, "Hell yeah, I'm grouchy."
"Why? Did you get enough sleep last night? What's going on?"
"I was grouchy when you left last night, I was grouchy during the night and I woke up grouchy. I'm lonely...I just miss adult companionship, that's all."
"Well, you know I"m on graveyard shift. There's nothing I can do about that."
"Yes. I know this, but I can't help the way I feel."
"I'm not trying to devalue your feelings, honey, I'm just saying..."
"I know, I know. I just need to deal with it. I'll figure it out."
But, frankly, I'm not sure what to do. We ended our call a few seconds after that and I know I didn't leave him feeling in the best way, but I wasn't exactly floating on cloud nine myself.

Even now, I'm just trying to figure out how to get out of this funk. It's so difficult to try and help myself when I'm so overly emotional and there's no way to get that under control. This is the part of pregnancy that I don't like one little bit. I hate feeling like I can't manage myself emotionally. I hate feeling out of control like I'm just going to start crying at any moment uncontrollably (the swing side to it is that, once I start laughing, I can't seem to stop that either).

To try to smooth things over, I called and left my hubby a message, apologizing for getting his day off to such a crappy start. I also conveyed my distress over my lack of control and how I appreciate his help and all the effort he is putting forth. I hope he doesn't just take it as lip service, because I was being very sincere. What a mess...I miss working out. I had an outlet for all of this, but my exercise must remain minimal, less I go into the hospital early for heart attack complications.

I'm so glad the weekend is nearly here. I could use the down time...really badly. Again, it will be me and the babe...hubby has to work.

A Nice Retreat and Busy Weekend

The retreat turned out okay, better than I anticipated, actually. I did get my oil changed, shelling out $60 big ones. What the hell! I guess every kind of oil has to be jacked up all to hell. Hydrogen cars where are you?!

Anyway, after the oil change, I went to the movies and saw Skeleton Key. I was the only living soul in the theater...a little weird at first, but I settled in and forgot about my solitude soon after the movie began. It was really, really good. I appreciate a well told suspensful, horror tale. It's been a while since one has been out. I paid attention because those who I know who have seen it, all said there was a twist at the end and I wanted to get it. I got it, but still mulled the story over in my head afterwards (another sign of a well told story). It takes place in New Orleans and I couldn't help but think, "Wow. This was probably the last film made before hurricane Katrina hit." The cinematography is beautiful and I think it really captures the essence of the city and the bayou. It truly made the film that much more erie.

Many people haven't heard much about it, simply because of this. Our entertainment standards, unfortunately, have lowered to just mindless guff. It's too bad. I appreciate a movie that gives me credit for being intelligent.

After the movie, I went to Barnes and Noble and picked up a baby names book and a fairy tale book to start reading to my daughter at bedtime (something without pictures, so that she can get used to enjoying the story and images in her mind). After that, I stopped in the mall and picked up her shoes that I ordered through Payless (I love that you can have them shipped to the store for free!) then picked up dinner at the food court. I got home and the family was enjoying a leisurely dinner, while watching Racing Stripes. The babe was exhausted, since her dad had taken her swimming, earlier that afternoon. She looked as if she might fall over into her food, poor baby. It was that evening that we decided on the baby's first name (we're still working on her middle name).

The weekend was spent cleaning out my daughter's playroom. It is set-off from the breakfast/dining room and the back, pseudo French doors. This will now be the baby's nursery and the big sister's stuff will go downstairs in one of the spare bedrooms. We also spent a huge amount of time cleaning that out. My furniture from my childhood was in there and my hubby will be giving it to his friend (who, by the way, has a tribe for a family). I'm glad their getting my stuff because I know they'll totally appreciate it and take care it. I hope they find time to restore it because it's really beautiful, antique furniture.

Here's something I'm sure a lot of people don't know about pregnant women; our sex-drives are totally out of control! Well, I shouldn't say all pregnant women are like this. During my first pregnancy (especially towards the end), I didn't want my husband anywhere near me. This time around, I can't enough! There are problems, though. Well, the obvious is my changing shape. I like being on the top and bottom, but being on the bottom is getting more and more difficult. Sixty-nine was a perfect solution, now that's proving to be difficult (okay, I know. Too much information. LOL) It's getting more and more difficult, but the drive is still there! It's going to be so frustrating in a couple of months when I really won't be able to do anything!

Emotional issues my hubby and I are going through are another hindrance. Some days, I feel the complete trust returning...other days, I'm doubting myself and saying things like, "You trusted before, and look at what happened." I guess that's to be expected as we try to work through things. He's preparing to test for another Sheriff's department in another state and that's got my mind reeling (he'll be gone for three days and I know the paranoia is going to make me nuts). Granted, the department doesn't give them a lot of free time, but you can do so much damage in just a few minutes.

And just this morning, he calls and says the former department where he worked and where we used to live in Nashville, has increased their pay scale to what he makes here. Dammit! I don't want to go back to Nashville. Just thinking about it made me so depressed. My best friend in the world is there and I would love that, but that's it! The education is nothing like it is here, and that's a huge factor now that I have a school-aged child. She would have to go to private school.
Also, there's a couple of other factors that worry me (which I will have to communicate to him if this idea persists); ex-girlfriends. One in particular. I think that in too close of contact with her (although, he says he's made his choice and she would never be a consideration, even if we broke up), I still wonder. Is this just my paranoia? I don't know, I mean, it's not like there aren't scads of women trying to hit on my husband now.

The last factor? Well, I want to convey this without sounding arrogant or egotistical and I think the best way to do that is start by saying; nobody is interested in me here. These past few months that I have been pregnant have been the only time other men have hit on me, since living in Utah...the only time (and the fact that they're hitting on a pregnant woman just doesn't seem right, does it?). Back home (in Nashville), I had to work really hard to avoid temptation because I was always getting hit on. Not to say that the men hitting on me were always terrific, but man...sometimes.... It's interesting because I know the type of person I am. I'm completely devoted and believe in my monogamous relationship. I know temptation is out there and I'm okay fighting it off. I just think about the things my husband has been saying lately about how "worn down" and "tired" he is. I think my fighting people off wouldn't be enough if he couldn't. It's just such a mess! Damn, if this had been the "real deal" infidelity, I'm not sure I could go through this. It's just that this is so much work!

Little things: the freaking humidity and heat during the summer...ugh!, the backwardness of the people in general, the overt racism, the closemindedness, the inability to accept people who are not "true" southerners, outsiders, or people who just choose to be different and not conform, ice storms (although beautiful, they're terribly scary), tornadoes, low activity in people (Nashvillians spend a lot of time eating and not much else, unfortunately). I know that I probably sound jaded but, I saw all these things and it made me want to run for the hills! Granted, Utah isn't perfect, but I'm much, much happier here. I know that I've always belonged out west and now my daughters will be westerners. This is wonderful to me.

Don't Cry, Baby

I had an entire post yesterday that was somehow lost. I really hate when that happens! I mean, it's not like I can setup an automatic save every few minutes (which would be a nice enhancement, Blogger). It was sheer poetry! Okay, maybe not poetry, but I got a lot of history and stuff out.

Basically, I documented the babe's first day riding the van to school and doing the daycare thing on Tuesday. She was totally overwhelmed, and when her dad picked her up, she started to cry. When they got home, I managed to get her talking about the day. I learned that there were lots of big kids (my guess is that most of the kindergarten group gets picked up by 12:45, while she goes home with the 3:00 bunch, who are all older than her). She was intimidated and scared by their loudness and consistent talking. We told her that each day would get better and my mother even said, "Give her a few days and she'll be bossing them around too."

Yesterday and today, she talked about the kid with the earrings and how he takes things from people and doesn't listen. He must be a real bully because she gets so upset talking about him. I swear, if that kid touches my baby he's in for it. Besides, he sure doesn't want to have to tango with her dad, the big, scary cop.

This morning, she was talking about him again and I told her that if he did anything, specifically to her, she needed to tell the teacher or the adult in charge right away. I told her to use her words and make sure people knew what was happening. Nobody should have to suffer at the hands of a bully. Thank goodness my daughter is stronger than she appears or I'd really be having a panic attack.

Today is my day. When hubby had his retreat (See Idaho Retreat post), he was gone for two days with limited contact. He discussed this excursion with his counselor last Wednesday. She told him that he was really smart to do this, but that his spouse should take some time to separate from the family for a bit and think about things too. Now, he's a big guy who can take care of himself and, not to say that I can't but, being in the family-way limits me. I told him that staying overnight somewhere by myself would not work while I'm pregnant; however, I would meet him halfway and take the afternoon and evening to do things for myself. I've decided to get my oil changed (oh, big fun), get a pedicure (cause my dogs are starting to look ass-raggedy again), and take in a movie. That should fill the evening, I think. It's always so weird when I do things for myself because, in some ways, I don't feel that I deserve them.

My hubby is my best friend (aside from my girlfriend in Nashville) and you totally want to do all the fun stuff with your best friend, right? So, when I'm doing something fun, I sometimes feel guilty if he's not around because I want him to be a part of my fun. He says he feels this way too, which is why it was so hard to go away and keep the communication limited (as I said in my retreat post, he broke down at around 3:00am and called because he was missing us so much). I can't turn my phone off and break communication because anything could happen, but I can't have us calling each other every five minutes while I'm away. I'm thinking I'll leave my phone off and turn it on when it's time for him to pick up our daughter (to make sure she's okay and stuff).

Wish me luck. I'm still so uncertain about this whole scenario. I want to have the time to think, but I know I'll miss him (even if it is for a few hours). Don't get me wrong, I'm extremely independent and can/could take care of myself and my children if I had to. The thing is, I don't want to and I don't have to. Is that codependency? I don't know. Perhaps that's one of the side effects of love.

Back to School

Friday, I took the babe to school with hubby following in tow. It was a beautiful, end of the summer's day and there were kids a plenty; walking, riding and biking to school. Once we arrived, the little one ran to the playground and released some pent up excitement before the bell rang. I took lots of pictures of the momentous day. The bell rang (toned) and she ran straight to her appointed place, along with a slew of other children, and waited for her teacher to invite them in. We tried to get her to come over and kiss us goodbye, but no luck. Her teacher came out and she ran straight inside. I was glad that she knew what to do, but sad that she didn't say goodbye to us.

The parents loitered around peering into the windows to see what the kids were up to. One little boy stood in the center of the classroom, screaming for his dad to come inside. I, standing next to his father, immediately began to chant, "Don't look! Don't look at him!" We soon began to dissipate and hubby and I decided to go out for breakfast. It was one of the nicest morning dates I can ever remember having with him. I had the eggs, hashbrowns and pancakes. He had steak and eggs, hashbrowns and pancakes. Barely able to move, an hour or so later, we adjourned and he took me back to the school(where my car was parked). I took him in, so that he would know where to pay for lunches and who worked in the office. Then, we got in our cars and drove away.

I went to shop for hair and then to my mother's job for a visit. We ended up having lunch together in her office. Afterwards, I went back to the school to pick up the little one. The cry-boy came running out first and met his daddy with an excited, "Daddy, I had a great day." It was really sweet. Mine came out later happy to see me, but wondering where her daddy was. We got in the car and chatted about the first day of school. She had fun and said she listened to her teacher and did everything he said. They also had lunch, and she got to punch in her code. She remembered all the numbers, except the last one. They had hamburgers, yogurt and juice (there may have been more, but that was all I could get out of her).

Once home, she settled in for her nap and I had some quiet time with hubby. I fell asleep around 1:30 and didn't wake up until the phone rang at around 2:30. It was Colleen from my doctor's office:

"Hello? Is _______ there?"
"Yes. This is she."
"Hi, _______. This is Colleen from the Tanner Clinic. Did you have an appointment today with doctor Bitner at 2:00?"
"Oh my God! Yes. I am so, so sorry."
"Did it slip your mind?" (Hell yeah, it slipped my mind...so much so that it wasn't until she called that I remember. Regardless of the fact that I had scheduled it on the day I knew I would be off AND I had it written down everywhere. Ah, the joys of being pregnant!)
"Yes. It was the first day of school and so much was going on...I can't believe I forgot."
"It's okay. We've got some open appointments for next week. Why don't I transfer you to the scheduler."
"Yes. Thank you. That would be great." (Oh man, still shuddering with embarrassment).

So, the appointment is this afternoon and there's a good chance that I'll actually make it! Oh, brother. The babe went to morning daycare today and will be dropped off at school by the bus, as well as picked up. I hope she remembers all the rules and so forth. I'm more worried that they'll forget my little chocolate chip than anything.

Oh, and she was complaining of a sore tooth this morning. Goodness! It's time for that already. All the milestones...I don't know if I can handle anymore.

Mercury is out of Retrograde!

Thank the good Lord, because I thought I might lose my mind there for a minute. No wonder there was so much chaos this month! Yesterday was a great day. I had my real ultrasound and it was confirmed that I am, indeed, having another little girl. She was busy, that little one; kicking and stretching and running from the ultrasound wand everytime it brushed her or touched her on the head. My hubby and little one are thrilled! We then had dentists appointments for cleanings. I love the flouride treatments they do now, not like when I was a kid and the stuff made you want to throw up upon contact. The years have brought along some nice changes.

Well, the babe starts school tomorrow and I'm still having quite a bit of anxiety about it. I woke up at 2ish this morning and couldn't go back to sleep. I tossed and turned thinking about how she would do, would she feel safe, and would she make any friends. I'm having such a hard time with this and I can't quite figure out why. I had a lot of stress before taking her to daycare the first time, so I guess this must be a repeat. Who would have thought I'd experience all of these emotions, just over kindergarten. It's starting to make me a little nuts.

Tonight, we're going to see my boss and his old highschool band play at the park. He seems really excited and we're glad to go and check him out. He's always been so supportive of the things I do outside of work, my whole family is coming (except for hubby, who has to be at work).

Well, it's my time so I'm off...