Baby!

I don’t know how I haven’t posted it yet, but my huband and I are 15 weeks pregnant! We have no idea if it is a boy or a girl, and we are so extremely excited! Tim is so sweet, he took it upon himself to set up a baby website that has some updates and sonogram pictures and whatnot. My due date is August 30th which is a far cry from October-ish, when we originally thought it was due! When we went to our first OBGYN appointment, he said he thought we were 8-9 weeks, but the sonogram said we were 14! Last Saturday was 15, and this coming Saturday will make 16 weeks, 4 months, I can’t believe it! I haven’t been nauseous or anything at all, but the book I got with Tammy’s advice (The girlfriend’s guide to pregnancy) said not to gloat too much about it, because the gods of pregnancy are usually fair! I have however had wicked indigestion when I eat certain things like cheese, or salsa, and I get extremely dizzy with a headache if I stand up too quickly. Of course the girls are wicked tender, but that seems to have died down a little bit at the moment. Other than that, I’m having a great time with it, my favourite part so far was the sonogram. I’ve heart most mothers say that their favourite part was hearing the heart beat. I guess that was cool, but my favourite part was watching that little jumping bean jump on my bladder like a little trampoline, and that’s when it was 3 inches long! It’s amazing how far technology has come, that we can see things like that. Speaking of technology, you know that gel that they put on your belly first? My uncle actually invented that gel. So now I get to call him up and tell him I got to use his product! Neat huh?

Of course we’re feeling a little overwhelmed by this whole process, so if any of you out there see anything that’s really cheap, especially baby furniture (or even better FREE), let me know, or snag the free stuff for me! We need all the help we can get!

I still am thinking about cloth diapers. I don’t know what I was envisioning, but they look SO thin, like cheesecloth! I know they make covers for them, but you’d think they’d be a lot thicker than that! Let me know your opinion on cloth diapers vs disposables, I’d love to hear it.

I QUIT!!!!

For a long time now, I have been putting up with my store “manager” at work. I say “manager” in quotes because she doesn’t manage, she nitpicks. I have taken her flack for far too long, trying to think of ways to deal with it. Today, I snapped. I was on grill with a full screen, and she wants to come nag me about getting orders out “on time” (2:45) when I have a grill full of meat waiting to cook that takes roughly 8 minutes for one patty, start to finish. She then noticed that I had no meat in the chili. It’s not hard, grind up some meat and put it in. But no, she has to chew me out for that too. I’ll spare you my profanity, but I basically told her I’m tired of being treated like a 2 year old. Her response? “What do you expect?” EXCUSE me? What do I expect?? I expect that you don’t have a Holier-Than–Thou attitude, thinking you can do no wrong, and that everyone else around you has something you can criticize. I expect that you treat me like a professional and I’ll treat YOU like a professional. (Isn’t it funny how that works?) I basically flipped the hellllll out, screaming throughout my store “I’m not taking your ****** **** any more, I’m tired of being your **** 2 year old to ***** baby sit! **** you, and stick this **** job up your *****”! I seriously have no idea what the hell came over me, but I hit her. I have never, NEVER hit anyone in my LIFE! I slapped the hell out of her somewhere, her arm, her back, whatever. I had no intention to, it was just something deep inside that came out with a vengenance. WOW everyone in lobby looked shocked. HA. I’ve been very tempted to change the sign with something like “My boss cheats soldiers” too, but I’m not going to go there, since the DM and AM compensated me for days that I lost due to her discrimination against me being a soldier.

Anyway, I stormed out, then like an idiot, remembered I left my stuff in the store. I went back to get it, whipped my apron over the counter, and grabbed my stuff. As I was leaving, I thought I heard her say something like “I didn’t expect” I cut her off with “No! You didn’t *** expect me to take this **** for this long!! You didn’t expect me to keep being treated like the 2 year old you think I am! (though perhaps I was acting a bit like one ) etc. etc. etc. I stormed out a second time, and drove home. I had to stop repeatedly to take some deep breaths because I was speeding even worse than I normally do.

But…

NOW I AM FREE!!!!!

I am free from my wicked stepmother and the hellish job she lords over! She can keep it for all I care! The baby and I don’t need such negativity in our lives! I am FREE from her stress, her nagging, her complete ineptitude!! What a great day, though rather emotionally exhausting.