I Always Thought I was Miranda

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I think I agree with some of this. But definitely not ALL of it! I think it's because they asked my marriage status. I think I'll take it again and see what happens if I answer that Q differently.

I changed the marriage question answer and now I'm Samantha. Sounds more like me, but I totally thought I was a Miranda. Hmmm.

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Yep... Still Here

And I have a new irritation. Women who think they need to come into my office and tell me their birth stories. And/or people who think they need to come look at me like a zoo animal, and then tell me something stupid. OK. Normally, I don't think this would bother me so much. But there are a couple people in particular that come to mind that I am really getting tired of.

Today before I could even get settled into my office there was a voice from behind me. "Your here!" "Um yes, I am." and I'm still trying to put my bags down. Can't I frickin' get in the door before I'm bothered? And these people don't get the hint when I keep doing whatever it is I'm doing and don't even participate in the conversation with them. You'd definitely think they'd get the hint by my continuous typing, and flipping through different screens while they ramble on and on and on and on and on.

Why is it so surprising that I'm still here? Seriously? This is my first baby, and statistics say that most first babies are born late. NOT EARLY! Of course I'm hoping for early, but not like I'm really holding out hope. (Especially after my last Dr. Apt.) But we'll see. When DJ comes back into town, the "home remedies" are on man! He better have taken his vitamins. That's all I've got to say.

Sweet!

I just read up on what Blogger is doing for their next publish. I have been wishing for some of the features that they are implementing. It's like they read my mind!

I'm totally excited! I love when a system I use actually publishes updates that are useful. Unlike that crappy M company that creates crap that is not compatible with anything.

PS. Obviously I'm still around. Waiting to pop...

Announcement

I have an announcement..

Some of you may not know. DJ and I are buying a house. I'm not really going to say much because our closing date is coming up, and I don't want to jinx anything until then. So I guess all I will say is watch my blog for more info soon.

I will likely post pictures of the house soon.

Here are some details to appease your curiosity.

• 2500 sq ft
• 4 Bedrooms
• 2 Baths
• 2 Living Areas
• 1 Sun room
• 2 Car garage

Woo hoo!

Prego Update

Well, nothing's happening in prego land. Except that, DJ is down in the Big W for the next two days to work on his tractors and whatever farmers do this time of year. So I asked him, "How much do you want to bet I go into labor while you're gone?" So we'll see what happens.

I've got a new a weird-ness going on too. Now when I lean forward, I hear a sloshing noise. My SIL likened me to a water balloon ready to burst. Yep. She's pretty much right. If anyone bumps me just right, I just might go.

People are also looking at me like I'm a freak. Whatever. As if I'm the only pregnant woman on the planet or something. I'm also getting tired of people asking me, "Are you really going to work up until you go into labor?" Ummm... Yes. Why do I want to sit at home? Seriously. And waste my vacation time sitting at home waiting to pop? I think not. But come on people. I'm not going to work until my water breaks. I suspect I'll go to my Dr. apt on Friday and see what he says. If things look to be progressing in "the land down under", then maybe I'll take next week off. Who knows.

I also learned a new word! I was listening to the radio and the guy was talking about how his girlfriend had given him two black eyes (two separate occasions). The radio hosts asked, "did you do anything to deserve it?" The guy then said, "Well, one time I did go into SDM, but the other she just hauled out and hit me." SDM, are you ready? SDM means Super Dick Mode! Yes! The radio guys even had a sound clip for it. It was hilarious! So that's my new acronym. SDM. I'll be sure to use it next time someone in my life is a super dick.

I Don't Even Know What to Title This

I still haven't heard a single word from my sister. Not a single. Hope you're doing well! message or anything. Why am I bringing this up? Because today I get a box at my office. Yes, another one. This one contains scrap booking stuff, of course, something that she made "for me" to fill in with all the babies milestones of the first year. I suppose it'd be nice if a. It were in a photo album form, but it's more like a calendar thingy, b. I didn't already have plans of my own about what I'm going to do for her first year, c. It weren't made by someone who has spent my whole life being an assmunch. Which reminds me, let me check and see if it has her "signature" made by "me" stamp on the back... Wait for it, wait for it... And yes! There it is! "Made by the heart by assmunch." Assmunch is hand signed in pen with a little heart over the top. (This isn't a sign of love for me, this is how she signs her name. ALL THE TIME. I suspect in the law office she works in also has this heart signature. My grandpa's funeral guest book has her name with a big ole heart taking up the two lines above her name filled in.)

After closer inspection, it looks like I can order a photo album for it to make it into an actual book. So maybe my point a is a little moot.

Her note this time around says something like, "because I'm a veteran of those who have had kids...." "blah blah blah", "blah blah blah". No single mention of how are you, sorry for being an assmunch, or hope you're feeling well! Not even a "won't be long now." Whatever.

I never did hear anything from my mom either. So whatever again. She's not really too into this kid thing anyway. It's apparent by the fact that she doesn't seem to anxious to come up here and be with me during this whole fabulous experience.

OK. I think I may have entered the uncomfortable and cranky stage. But damn it! It's all about me right now! Grrr.