It's a peach!

The baby is the size of a peach now. 13 weeks today! Only a few more days until I'm officially onto 2nd tri. Lets just hope that my sickness goes away and I can actually start accomplishing things again.

Last night was the first time in a long while that I felt good enough to go out to eat. We went with A's sister to Maidos. Although I will still bummed that I couldn't have any sushi with raw fish, it was still good. So I woke up this morning thinking that it's all behind me now, being all optimistic and wishing and all that crap. Nope. Still had a hard time eating lunch and keeping it down.

Now I'm just sleepy and cramping. Neither is this headache. Oh well. Nothing new.

Thank goodness that is over

Well wouldn't you know it, just as I thought - he changed the subject to pester me about my certification. I swear if I had known that it was going to cause so many problems going to college in one state and teaching in another, I would have stayed in-state. It's not worth it. Even though I have passed all the tests to teach in Kentucky, I can only get a Kentucky license if I teach there. And since I am teaching in Indiana, I have to get certified for here, and they require two different additional Praxis exams to get the paper work cleared. F my life. He says it has to be done my next month. And I don't even know if I have the money, nor the time to brush up on my math, to take the damn things. But it must be done. And the whole time I was in his office I was scratching away at the eczema on my fingers. Super.

Other than that, my principle seemed to take the news rather well. He said that back quite a few years ago, there were 3 or 4 teachers a year out on leave at the same time, so surely this means that we can manage just me, right? He said congratulations and that he was happy for me, and asked how much time I was planning on taking off. I asked him how much I got, and apparently the only time I actually get are the sick days I have accumulated over the past two years. Great. I've spent my first 2 years teaching being sick constantly. Although I was pretty bad and didn't always fill out the paper work for those days, so we'll see how many I've got. I'll start with 11 days for this school year, although something tells me I'm not going to get halfway through the school year without missing any time due to sickness and doctor's appointments.

Hopefully since I'm on A's insurance, I will be able to get some additional time. I really don't want to be docked pay because I'm out on maternity leave! Hopefully this issue will get cleared up soon.

One good thing I learned is that I won't have to have detailed lesson plans for the whole approximate 6 weeks I'll be gone. I'll have to do a detailed plan for the first week I'm out, and then that, just a rough guideline for my performance groups. Then the sub is responsible for the rest of the plans. That's a relief!

I stepped into my classroom before I left school today and it is a wreck! Totally not how I left it at the beginning of the summer! Whoever has been using my room needs to put everything back where they found it!

Also, I got a new (old) desk which is great, because my desk now only has three legs attached. Bad for me also though, because now I'll have to actually clean out the desk. Plus, I'll have to beg someone to move the desks for me since I can't do it myself.

So the first day of teacher inservice is this Wed. I knew that. But what I hadn't kept track of was when registration is going to be - yikes - this Sunday. So my classroom has to appear to be ready by this weekend. And the people working on the bathroom are going to be here all the rest of this week. How am I going to be 2 places at once? The primary teachers have their aids to help decorate their classrooms. Plus, they only have to decorate for one age group. Although I wouldn't want their jobs so I'll shut up.

I'm not ready for summer to be over, even if it has been rough!

Getting ready to leave to go tell my boss

I'll try to get on here a little later and write about how it went. I'm really nervous about telling my principle. Everyone says that I have nothing to worry about, that it's good news and he's sure to be happy about it. Still, I feel like he's going to take this meeting as an opportunity to get on me about all the things that I haven't done yet (like figure out my certification and take that one Praxis test that I've been too sick to take this summer). I keep trying to come up with excuses in my head not to go, but I know I just need to get it over with. Here goes...

I think it's going to be a long day

I woke up this morning feeling - *shocker* - like total crap. I was laying in bed watching Tom and Jerry while A was in the shower. I didn't realize that he was supposed to be over at his parents so early, but he was in a hurry to leave and didn't seem like he was in a good mood. He cleaned the cat box since our cat Coheed keeps pooping outside the box. He comes to tell me goodbye and then he noticed that one of the cats had thrown up up the comforter I was covered up in. He left the house in a bad mood. I laid in bed and cried after he left. I feel like I can't do anything right.

Now I'm just in an awful mood. Nothing is going right. I could barely eat one piece of bread, my head hurts, and I am tired of feeling pregnant. There. I said it. I want to be able to enjoy a meal. I want to be able to finish my book without having to suffer through a headache. I don't want A to look at me like I'm pathetic and worthless anymore. I want to get a good night's sleep. I want to be able to wake up in the morning and not dread the day. I want to get out of the house and not have to worry about where the nearest bathroom is. I want to go out to eat. I want to drink a beer. I want to eat raw sushi. I don't want to feel like I'm a burden on everyone anymore. I want to get out of this funk. Help...

Another day, another headache and other ramblings

I think I am going to have to call the doctor on Monday. I have seriously had this headache for about a week now. I can only take Tylenol, and even when I take that with caffeine, it doesn't help. It starts at my eyes and goes all the way to the back of my head. Fun. Even makes my ears hurt. Yay.

Now that I write this, I wonder if I said this exact thing in my last post where I was whining. Hmmm. Oh well.

I managed to do two loads of laundry today. All of A's work clothes are washed and hung up to dry. I still probably have another load to do though, because although I emptied the hamper, I have a pile of dirty clothes on my side of the bed. I noticed when I was hanging clothes up that most of it was A's. I guess I need to start aiming for the hamper more.

Yesterday A and I went to Home Depot and got the paint for our bathroom. We are going with a beach theme in there, so the bottom half of the walls is going to be a deep tan/light brown and the top half a bright shade of blue. Then I'm going to get some white shelves to put up. I could tell that the in-laws didn't really like the colors. I try not to take them too seriously, even though it's hard. I'm hoping that once they see it up on the walls and all put together they won't mind. Even if they do, it is mine and A's house, not theres. True, we may be renting from them, but we are also intending to buy the house too, so that should count for something.

Another event happened yesterday, and it scared the shit out of me. The guy who is in charge of doing our bathroom was here working and since the cereal I had planned to eat was stale, I wanted to go to McDonalds to get some breakfast. I let him know that I was going - I even asked him if he wanted anything! I go and get my egg and cheese biscuit and everything is fine. When I turn onto my street coming back, who do I see roaming a neighbor's yard? My dog Oreo! The guy had somehow let her out! I rolled down my window and called her name and she came to me. But when I opened the door and called for her to get in, she looked at me like she didn't know me. I had to put the car in park and had to get out, pick her up, and put her in my car. When I got back into to the house and checked to make sure the cats were still here, I asked the guy if he knew that he had let my dog out and did he leave the sliding glass door open. All he said was, "Oh, Oreo was probably just visiting her neighborhood dog friends down the street". Um, no, she wasn't. She isn't a dog that you can trust off her leash. She was confused. I was livid.

All day I've been thinking that it's Sunday. Don't know why. I was just sitting here wondering why it was taking A so long to eat with his family when I realized, oh, it's Saturday and they probably had to wait. I wasn't feeling good enough to go and didn't want to try it since last Saturday A had to take me home while we were waiting for a table at Olive Garden. Plus, they were going to Tumble Weed and that place makes me poop. So I'm just sitting here waiting for my queso and hoping that I will be able to eat it once it gets here.

It must be my luck that the third Harry Potter movie just came on. I finished that book last week. I'm about halfway through the 4th one now. I would already be done if I hadn't been dealing with such a bad headache.

I suppose I'm done rambling for now. Plus, I have to pee and my head is pounding. Hmmm, pound cake sounds good.

Damnit! Why do I do this? I tell you, commercials are going to get the best of me. All I have to do is see it on tv, hear someone say it, or even say something that reminds me of it. I can't even remember all the things I wanted last night. None of them were feasible, of course.

Ok, now I'm done. Seriously.

Hooded baby towels

I really think the idea of hooded baby bath towels and think that they are adorable. I definitely want to get some for my little one sometime before he or she arrives. I'm sure there are a TON of cute ones out there. These are just a few that I found while browsing the internet.

Luvable Friends Super-soft hooded bath towel
Amazon.com
$12.99

Luvable friends 3-pack patches hooded towels, yellow
Amazon.com
$12.99



Way Cute Kids Stuff
Dalmatian Hooded Baby Towel
http://www.waycutekids.com/view_image.php?id=33
$34

196 days to go!

Even though each day seems to crawl by as I'm still feeling terrible, 196 days really isn't that far away! I just wish that I felt well enough to get some of these chores around the house done. The dishes have been sitting there for so long we're out of clean spoons. I suck. And I'm not sure how A keeps finding clean work clothes, because I keep letting the laundry slip. Once school starts back, A will have to share the duties, but since I'm not working over this summer break, I really didn't mind taking care of things around the house. I mean, if I could be a stay at home mom, I would be in charge of all that. But alas, every day I feel like I've been run over by a bus and can barely manage to get myself up to walk to the bathroom.

Our main bathroom is being redone, and so right now we have to shower and potty in the poop room as I call it, or the tiny bathroom in the back of the house connected to our bedroom and laundry area. It's hard enough that the toilet is in this nook so small you can barely reach around to wipe your arse, but since it's where the cat box has been stored, there is just no way for it to be really clean. The smell is terrible. I have to breathe through my mouth any time I go in there. I had a pretty sensitive nose even before getting pregnant, and it has only gotten worse. Of course, A can't smell it, so it ends up just being my problem. Oh and I almost forgot, the toilet has been leaking into the basement so now every time I need to flush the toilet I have to bend over and reach around to the bottom back to turn on the water, wait for it to finish flushing, then turn it off again. A's dad said he was going to fix it, but his family is in Chicago for the rest of the week. Great.

And what are they doing in Chicago? Well this afternoon they were eating at Bubba Gumps. I discovered this place for the first time when we were with A's family in Florida for Spring break. They had one outside of Universal Studios. They have the most delicious seafood that I have ever eaten in my life. When we went I had the crab legs and A's chilly shrimp that he didn't want from his plate. And then I finished his sister's shrimp. Yeah, and I wasn't even pregnant.

So the closest Bubba Gumps to us is in Chicago, still pretty damn far away. I have been craving it for a long time now. I'm pretty sure since about the beginning of the pregnancy I have been dreaming about their chilly shrimp and delicious cocktail sauce. So when A's mom texted me to tell me that's where they were eating, I cried. I'm not kidding you, I cried. I don't know why. I don't even have the appetite right now and I most certainly don't want to drive all that way just to eat at one place. But it made me sad anyway. And I have been in a funk all afternoon.

I can feel my stomach pulling and growing, and it doesn't feel good at all. I knew I would get all stretchy, but I guess I never really thought about what it would feel like. I know it is just going to get worse. I'm wondering when I am going to be able to enjoy being pregnant. I can't imagine telling my little one down the road, "Oh sweetie, yes we planned to have you, but momma was miserable the whole time". It has to get better. Has to.

A needs his wife back. He needs his work clothes cleaned. I need to feel human again. I need to stop feeling like my head is in a vice and my stomach is going through the wash cycle. ::sigh::

There are so many women out there right now who are trying and trying and can't get pregnant, and I should thank my lucky stars that I have a bun in the oven. I'm trying, I promise.