Wednesday, August 26, 2009

Week 17

Went to the doctor today. Everything's fine.

Next Friday is my next ultrasound - hopefully the little one will cooperate and we can tell if he's a him or a her.

Matt is actually acting like he gives a crap this week. So that's nice.

Still have fleas. Although considerably less. You'd think 5 canisters of fogger would do the trick, but no. My floors are currently covered in 20 Mule Team Borax. This stuff is supposed to be miraculous. We'll see.

Still nesting. Shannon came out over the weekend and helped me clean and rearrange. Other than my coffee table, my living room looks great. My kitchen is getting there, the bathroom now has storage, and I haven't even touched the bedroom. I'm kind of afraid of the bedroom, to be honest.

Not much going on. Bored bored bored. Really bored. I keep agreeing to babysit for friends while they go off and do fun things without me. It's kind of depressing.

I would kill for a back rub and a cuddle.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

16 Weeks

Having weeks to go by is great, because it saves me the trouble of having to think up a clever title. Sometimes I just don't have one.

Well, I'm definitely showing now. Not in an "Oh my god you're huge" sort of way, but in the sort of way that if I lay down on my back that little bulge above my pubic bone doesn't flatten out. And other people are starting to be able to see it. it is.


I don't really know how I feel about it. Part of me thinks it's cute and exciting...and the other part of me thinks I just look fat(ter) and can't wait to get bigger. That's right, I said bigger. The theory here being that when I get bigger I'll actually look pregnant instead of just looking like I had a few too many twinkies.

I'm still at my pre-pregnancy weight, which my doctor was fine with once I convinced him that I am absolutely not starving myself. That helps. Other than the mixed feelings about the slight tummy, I'm actually feeling pretty good.

Had a bad start to the weekend. Friday night driving home from work, something just hit me. I don't know why, but I just started sobbing. It was horrible. But Shannon came out in the middle of the night and picked me up, and we laughed and talked and set up for her yard sale the next day. Played rummy all day while trying to convince people to buy her crap. We've come to the conclusion that she's my new baby daddy, so I feel better.

Got dressed up and went out Saturday night, which felt great. Got hit on a lot, which upped the spirits. Also, watching the reactions of would-be beau's when I tell them I'm knocked up is priceless.

Sunday went to the county fair with Team Fat Kid and the Spitfire crew to see the demolition derby. It was a long, hot day, and I was exhausted by the end, but it was fun. Hanging out with Gunner, who is 2, while his dad drove in the derby made my day. We learned that goats and horses are terrifying, but cows and sheep are not. Also, he asked me where "The Team" was and if he is a member, which made me laugh. Had him yelling "Hey Fat Kids!" and "Go team go!" which...well...let's hope he doesn't repeat at daycare.

Getting rid of the fleas tomorrow!!!!! (Hopefully) The flea chronicles have been an ongoing saga since the end of July. I have used carpet/upholstery powder. I have used spot on treatment for the cat. I have used a spray that you put on the carpet/upholstery AND the cat. Nothing kills them. The cat has been okay since the spray, but there is no spray for humans. My feet and ankles are covered in flea bites. The only safe haven is the bathroom (I keep the spray in there and the tile is white so I can see the fuckers coming). My house is a disaster area but a. I don't see the point in cleaning until I use the fogger, because I'll have to clean again, and b. I won't get out of the bathtub long enough to try.

So I finally found someone who doesn't have animals of their own to take the cat overnight. (In case of one or two errant fleas). I have to give him a bath tomorrow, treat him again, and then take him over so I can set the foggers while I'm at work. And then cross my fingers and pray that it works because otherwise I will have to give up and move.

Oh...and Matt has now accused me of sleeping with random guys and "fucking up our kid". I haven't seen anybody but him naked in over a I think it has to do with guilt more than anything. I'm guessing he's approaching this from an STD standpoint, as the child is still in utero and I can't really provide a bad example yet.

I think I'll send him the bill for the STD scan I got after I found out he was whoring around. (It came up clean.)

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

15 weeks

Well, for lack of anything better to do, I think I'm nesting.

At least in my head I am.

Okay, so far I've only done a couple loads of laundry, cleaned the bathroom, and gone shopping. But my apartment looks very clean and homey in my mind.

Planning on getting a buffet or desk for the kitchen appliances, some new drapes and rugs for the living room, getting rid of the ugly love seat nobody sits on and getting a desk.

Rugs are proving to be more difficult than I thought. How come everybody HAS old, crappy persian looking rugs, but nobody wants to sell them on the cheap?

Also got some book shelves and I'm thinking about slapping some paint on the coffee and side tables.

Probably bagging up 70% of my clothes to give away. And I need to get a vacuum. The handheld just ain't gonna cut it anymore.

Once I get all this done, all I have to do is maintain it for the rest of forever. No big deal, right?? Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha...

Friday, August 7, 2009

Gone Like Yesterday

He's gone.

Tuesday afternoon I didn't make him leave the house when I left for work.

Tuesday night I went home early to find a girl on my couch.

His mom found him Wednesday afternoon and took him home to Canton.

He is apparently undergoing psych evals once per week for the forseeable future, and will be treated for bipolar disorder as well as depression.

I'm not sure what I'm going to do.

The only thing that I can't really afford on my own is day care, but that's a big hurdle. I have applied for home access at work, and I will work on getting a computer.

Maternity leave is unpaid as it falls under FMLA leave. I have started a baby savings and have enough for one month of expenses right now. Hopefully I will be able to save enough for at least another month of leave as well as any emergencies.

The thing I am most worried about is being alone. Well meaning friends and family keep telling me that I am not alone. But the fact remains that when I go home tonight, I will be. And tomorrow. And next week.

I worry that I will have some sort of medical emergency.

I worry that once the baby comes I will never ever shower, eat, or sleep, because there will be nobody there I can hand the child to and say "Here. Take this."

After the last 3 months, I really didn't expect much from him.

But I really didn't expect this.

I should have.