Boone & Baby Updates

i am so pissed. we spent all of last weekend in boone with so many of my favorite people, and after all that, i took 2 pictures. one of cheap donuts. the other of beer. beer that i couldn’t even drink. this pregnancy is hijacking my brain. on a totally related note, while we were driving up, i missed both highway exits (this is not the first time that’s happened) and almost got on the wrong on ramp.

last weekend was the ASU gaming club’s last AppalachLAN of the semester. for those of you who haven’t known me for a while, i was an active member of the gaming club through most of college. whether it was attending the LANs, helping market them, or being the VP of the club. those were, without a doubt, some of the best times i ever had. so they had a “reunion tour” for us “old folks” who hadn’t been able to go to one in a while, and we had a surprisingly good alumni turnout. members of both gaming club and the old tech. support crew (where i worked all through college) made appearances. unfortunately, brett and i were MIA for most of the LAN. not complaining, though, as any excuse to run around boone with him is fine by me.

despite the fact that it was a LAN party, i decided to go sans computer this time. not only did i need a mental break from the damned computer, but i’ve been having some serious rib pain/burning going on the last few weeks. long periods of sitting down make it hurt much worse. after i eat, it’s intensified x2. and when i lean back in my chair to alleviate the rib pain or stand up for too long, my back pain comes back. the only time i’m comfy is when i’m lying flat on my back or walking/moving around, and extra strength tylenol does absolutely nothing, so that’s what brett and i did for most of the LAN. we popped in every so often to say hi to everyone and then we’d disappear with danielle (she and paul, her husband, came up with us) to walk around boone and get our macado’s fix. the exercise was nice and the weather was beautiful.

every night was spent playing trivial pursuit and drinking back at the cabin. they drank. i watched. after almost 6 months of this, i no longer have any feelings of jealousy about being left out of the party. it reminds me of my pre-college days when i was 100% anti-alcohol, and more than happy to be entertained by drunk friends. like brett talking about lemurs being part of the fur trade. trivial pursuit paves the way for awesome conversations, whether you play it the way you’re supposed to or not.

on the subject of baby news, i’ve given up hope on buying maternity clothes just yet because the target and kohl’s around here have sucky selections (talk about FUGLY), and i refuse to pay full price for *any* clothing ever. so i’ve resorted to buying weird baggy shirts/sweaters/skirts and making myself feel better about it by buying delicious BUT diet ice cream sandwiches. pregnancy is not an excuse to eat more. i don’t understand why some women think they are eating for two, and then wonder why they can’t ever get rid of the baby weight. i’ve been eating better food more often (trying to, at least, which is what i should be doing every day regardless of being knocked up), milk and OJ, no caffeine (an occasional coke every couple weeks), and vitamins. and the aforementioned ice cream.

i’m finally showing, but most people still don’t know i’m pregnant at first glance. lucky for me, my chest sticks out far enough to compensate for any kind of bump and a baggy shirt shows nothing at all until the wind blows. so instead, i just feel self conscious, because unknowing people probably think i just drink too much beer. this middle stage is driving me crazy. i’m 24 weeks pregnant and i haven’t even gained 10 pounds, but when you’re 4’11″ even that much makes a difference.

suffice to say, i can’t wait to have this baby out of me. and a shot of whiskey.

happy cinco de mayo and derby day. i may not be celebrating with a margarita, but we WILL be mexican-ing it up tonight with friends.

Palladia Day 2, And My Ribs Hurt

loki had her second dose of palladia today. still no side effects! hooray! all she’s done is bug me to play with her, tackle the cat, and beg for steak, so all is well with the world. i’ll be bringing her to work with me tomorrow.

in other news, my mom is coming down to spend this weekend with us. several months ago, i bought us tickets to go see wicked. i haven’t read it, but the musical is supposed to be fantastic, so i’m excited. it’s been a while. the last musical we went to was CATS, and that was years ago. i’m long overdue.

and for whatever reason, i decided to give my resume a facelift after dinner. it feels good to have a fresh start. i only included things that don’t make me cringe when i look at them. i’ve been trying to keep myself more organized lately, and it felt necessary.

along the lines of organization, i started making weekly dinner menus. i’m sick of spending a ton of $ at the grocery store and then forgetting i bought something i had a craving for until i find it in the fridge a week later and have to throw it out. now i only find the 12 things i need, buy them, and i’m done. and there is no decision making involved. except which cookie dough to purchase.

the part about my ribs hurting is just me complaining more about this pregnancy. nothing different there. at some point in the middle of the night last night, i rolled over onto my stomach while i was sleeping, and was awoken by a sharp pain shooting right up my stomach through my side. i wish i could say i won’t make that mistake again, but something tells me it won’t be the last time.

i was trying to find something to wear this morning, and between the hormones and the fact that i haven’t done laundry in like 6 days, i wanted to kill something. i found a cute dress/tunic that i used to wear all the time and hadn’t worn in a while. i put it on with leggings and my black skate shoes. and then i looked in the mirror, and almost died. i just turned and looked at brett like… how stupid do i look? he said it looked fine, but i beg to differ. it looked okay until i turned sideways. i see plenty of pregnant women wearing tighter clothing and sporting the baby bump and they look great, but for whatever reason i still can’t get past mine.

brett went downstairs, i went back in my closet to change, and then i went downstairs. and then he rolled his eyes at me.

B: couldn’t stand it, huh?

me: dude. it bugs me. why can other pregnant women wear cute tight fitting clothing and pull it off? i look like a fucktard.

B: you don’t look like a fucktard. maybe just a retard.

i can feel the love.

maybe in another month.

Pet Med Articles Are Just As Bad

i spent about 15 minutes today reading articles/blogs online from other pet owners who have had to give their dogs palladia, and let me just say… that was a huge mistake. my stomach was in knots before we gave loki her first pill today. worse than after reading pregnancy horror stories. worse than reading about everything under the sun that gives you cancer. ugh.

since i’m not allowed to touch it (can harm the pregnancy evidently), brett did it for me using a plastic bag. he wrapped the pill in a piece of cheese. loki’s favorite. anything in cheese, really. inhaled it in less than a second!

and that was 4 hours ago. everything i read said that it would probably cause diarrhea, nausea, and would make her not want food. and i know it’s only her first one, but it’s definitely digested by now, so, no news is good news. and so far, all she’s done is beg for our dinner. and sit next to my chair with thor while they both whack me on the shoulder when i’m trying to work. normally somewhat annoying, but i’ll take annoying over sick any day!

i’m hoping that because of all the horrid things she’s eaten in her lifetime (a battery, my purse, flip flops, dip spit, cigarettes, sunglasses, birth control, my inhaler, the list goes on), her stomach has turned into that of a goat. impenetrable.

in other news, here is a picture of our new “nursery”. since we don’t have any baby stuff yet, it’s still set up as the guest room. just with dark gray walls now. the pictures make them look black, but i am going for this effect in the end. not goth baby.