Friday, November 04, 2005

Childbirth class

So, Michael and I went to our first childbirth class last night. Our instuctor (Kim) was surprised that all the coaches (for the pregger ladies) were male. She usually doesn't have a whole class with 100% male coaches (okay, that sounds wrong. What I'm trying to say is that often there is at least one female coach in the bunch).

There's another couple in there that are having twins. Unlike us, they are patient and all ... they haven't (or won't, it seems) find out what the babies' genders are until they pop out. Wow. I know that I couldn't handle it. That was one thing that I wanted to know right away. Michael, too. (No wonder we're together. ^_^)

Last weekend, Michael had his FE test (Fundamentals of Engineering -- if he passes, which it sounds like he will, he'll be an EIT --Engineer-in-Training -- and that much closer to being a PE -- Practicing Engineer. *sigh* SO many acronyms. I think there are lots more acronyms in Engineering than there are in Education [my major]), so (back to my point) I barely saw him Saturday. Then Sunday was spent being busy in the Library at church (since I was the only librarian there -- C was out of town and R has cancer, poor gal), then racing over to the in-laws' ward for Teresa's homecoming, then dinner with the family ... yeah.
So, in short, it feels like I haven't had ANY time with my man. Which is depressing. Tres depressing.

The gal I was sitting next to at class yesterday asked how my pregnancy had gone, thus far, since I have twins inside me. I have to confess, it's not bad at all. I mean, weeks 6-17 were kinda gross (morning sickness) ... but I did drop 8 pounds, which was kinda nice. The only complaints that I really have is that my pelvis frickin' HURTS (turning over in bed ... one word - OUCH) and that I sometimes forget how huge my belly is ... so I accidentally ram it into the sink or the counter or start to close a door on it ... I never said I was graceful, you know.

But it is depressing being a high-risk pregnancy. Knowing that the babies are going to come early most likely. I just hope that they incubate long enough to have healthy lungs and all. I don't want to have to go to the NICU. I want to be able to take them home. TOGETHER. And to be free to hold them as much as I want and to have those freedoms that most moms get to take for granted.

I mean, it sucks, because I can't just go to any OB and be like, "Deliver my babies. 'Cause you're a lot nicer than the juice-Nazi that I have for my OB." *sigh* Not that my OB is terrible ... but she isn't always the nicest gal. She's a total stickler for weight. To the point that, not asking me first what my eating habits are, she tells me, "You only need ONE glass of juice per day."
Well, knock me over with a feather! I was shocked at her presumption! Grrr. However, when I take my friend (and "adopted" sis), Bri, with me (instead of Michael) to the appointments with her, she's a whole lot nicer. WEIRD.
Michael thinks that she may be so ... snarky ... because we're LDS and a lot of people think that LDS men treat their women badly. I don't know where they get this idea. I s'pose it's just some bad apples spoiling the barrel or something. ...Still. I mean, really, you guys, quit making life terrible for the rest of us! Grrr. And you'd think that if she were treating us badly because of some misconception about our marriage dynamic, that she'd be extra sweet to me, at least.

So, no, I don't totally give Michael's theory (and Bri's theory as well, since she brought it up, too) a whole lot of weight. I just think that I have to be all business-y with her and TELL her that no, I DON'T drink inordinate amounts of juice daily, thankyouverymuchPUNK! and that I DO want answers and some semblance of control about my pregnancy, that I DON'T like feeling that people are playing God with my body, etc., etc., etc.

So, there's my rant. I mean, the last visit that I had with my OB was better (Bri's being there helped, since Michael couldn't make it -- work). However, it could have been the death-glare that Bri was shooting her (the glare that meant "You make my sis cry and I will kill you."). Hee hee. Yes, I have great friends. Very great ones.

I do want to be through this pregnancy at times. Not that I don't enjoy it (well, Baby B (our girl)'s trying to come out of my ribs ... that's painful. And happening right NOW.) ... I just want to know how I'm going to deliver (Please, let me get by without a C-section!) and if the kiddos are healthy ... and I am a bit curious how they look. (Judging by the Ultrasounds, they have ADORABLE profiles ... must take after their daddy on that.) So, yeah.

Okay. I'm closing up!

Wednesday, October 19, 2005

Blargh.

Yeah, I never update this. What's my beef? I should update this blog. It's rather prettier than my diaryland blog (which gets ALL the updates).

So, yeah, if you're looking for regular updates, that'd be the place to go. I'm tired and need a nap and the read my scriptures and decide on what to give a talk about at church on Sunday. I can't believe I'm talking in church in Sunday. For about 15 minutes. Oy.

Sooooo zonked. Sorry if I'm not making coherent sentences. PreggoBrain has set in.

Friday, March 04, 2005

I had the BEST day

Yes, it was the BEST day. First day of training as a substitute shelver. Two hours of training heaven.

LOVED it!

If you want to read more about it, check out the entry for this date at my diaryland entry. It was such the BEST day. Yes.

And I AM the shelving goddess! Oh yes. Oh yes.

SO absofreakinlutely thriled.

Even better, I get to train/work more on Monday! Yes!!!

Wednesday, March 02, 2005

The ward missionary meeting went well. I talked first. It was good. Then Missy talked (she gave us Mambas!! Yum!) about diligence. Very good. Then we ran out of time and it was over.

So I went home. Where Mciahel and I watched yesterday's American Idol. Hmm. The girls don't seem to be as about showmanship as the guys have been. I wonder why? Right now, Michael's watching Smallville (one of his fave shows), then we'll watch today's American Idol and see if people we prefer have been voted off ("The tribe has spoken." -- Yeah, wrong show, I know ... but it's still hilarious to say in other situations. My skewed sense of humor).

Oh!!! Preview for Miss Congeniality 2: Armed and Fabulous. I have got to see that! Sandra Bullock such a funny actress.

*yawn* *stretch* Yup, I'm ready for bed ... but I want to catch Idol first. Sometime I need to do some more book reviews on my other diaryland site. I've only done two. It's rather pitiful.

I also need to read the books I borrowed from the Institute's library. They're not really long ones, so it shouldn't be a problem.

Yeah, this entry is really random. Like every other entry that I've ever written. I don't think it will change anytime soon, either.

This week is so busy ... it feels like it should be friday, not Wednesday. Yesterday didn't feel like a Tuesday, either, by the way.

*sigh* Posting photos to this is not simple, obviously. Well, that's something I'll tackle when my brain is fresh and I don't have cupcake-breath. It was a good cupcake, though. Very good.

As you can tell, I just feel like writing, although I really don't have anything to say. Ho hum. *blink blink* Yeah, I'm kinda getting loopy-tired now. Not good. And I didn't wake up that early or anything! Ugh.

Okay, I'm wrapping up.

Sit tight, boys and girls! It's time for an entry!

Once upon a time, there was a fairy princess. She lived in a happy land, far away. It was a peaceful time, full of laughter, unicorns, conservation, and calorie-free chocolate. Everyone was loved and accepted for who they were.

That fairy princess isn't me. I'm me. I have no idea who this fairy princess is ... who even wrote that crapload of drivel?

Oh ... that was me. Oops. ... I mean who wrote that entry of amazing literary proportions?!? It's genius! I bow down before it!

Well, that's enough sarcasm to get his blog off the ground. Good for me. Well, I have less and less time to kill before I go to a meeting. Take that to mean that I'm closing this up.

I know that you're just dying for another post. Don't worry. There will be more.
However, to tide you over, you can read my diary. Yeah. Really! Click here

All right. Now I'm closing up. ... Wait!

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Now I'm closing.
Bye!

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