A Cozy New Home

Well, we signed all the paperwork and were handed the keys yesterday at 2:00pm. :) We spent our first night there last night and today we're moving some small stuff in until our friends can help this weekend.

:)

YAY for a new home!

What to do... what to do?

I still haven't heard from my friend regarding the baby shower. I heard through the grape vine that her feelings are hurt by my backlash to her lash out on me. And hearing this, makes me even madder (I hate that word). I'm mad b/c she thinks she can lash out at me and make me out to be a horrible person b/c I offered to help with my babyshower and I am supposed to take her wrath. God forbid, she have to endure mine.

It's always like this with us... we get into some fight about something stupid every... six, eight months and eventually we get over it, but not before a few weeks (sometimes months) pass. It angers me that she's so one sided and stubborn. I could just scream that I'm being made out to be the big bitch, simply for offering help. I wish I had the energy to get into all the arguments we've been in, it'd help you understand my frustration more... but I simply do not have the energy or heart to dissect the mess that is my friendship with her.

I thought about calling her and telling her we need to do something about this, b/c I don't want tension at the baby shower. But I'm not sure how to approach her b/c I don't want to lose my temper and I don't want to apologize ( I refuse to apologize for offering my help and my money). I want to tell her that we should stop being stupid and just get over it.

We have another baby shower next weekend and we'll see each other there... I predict tension if we don't patch this crap up. Egh, what to do... what to do?

Any suggestions?

What the F?

As you know, I'm a member of Flickr. I joined this little website to post pictures to share with my friends and family. Once I got pregnant and moved three states away from my family, I figured this would be a great place to share my pregnancy pictures. So post away I did.

No biggie, right? Who would be interested in pictures of my big ole' belly, besides family and friends.

Boy, was I wrong.

Two days ago I got an email from an unknown person and I opened it, figuring what the hell. What I got was a very explicit message about how this perfect stranger was masturbating to my pictures. It was so graphic and so disturbing (and being emotionally unstable due to said pregnancy) I was in tears. My husband takes big time offense to anyone who says such things about me, fired back an email to this a-hole.

I blocked the scum bag and deleted his email, hoping and praying I wouldn't have to deal with him again.

Wrong, again.

I got an email again today from him and this time he went on and on about how wrong it was of me to post these pictures and how we wanted to do some graphic nasty things to me.

Once again, since I'm emotional, I cried for about an hour b/c of the horrid nature of his words about me. He told my husband in this email that he should understand why he was doing what he was doing. He basically said I was asking for this kind of attention by posting pictures of myself.

What type of sick, pathetic man does this? I mean, he stalked me, he harassed me about my pictures starting all of this with his disturbing talk about masturbating... and I should be the one to blame for his actions? Did I miss something?

The whole situation has me so upset. I changed everything to private and blocked him again (of course, my husband fired back again, extremely pissed off)... so I pray, pray, pray that I never hear from this a-hole again.

I can't handle it!

I can't handle someone searching my pictures out and telling me about their sexual pleasures and whatnot. I can't handle it nor do I want to!

Egh, he ruined my night. I can't even think about it without getting pissed off and stressed out.

Damn Insurance!

As you know we're in the process of buying this house... and one of the joys of purchasing a new home requires the purchase of home owners insurance. Since I live in Florida and no one can seem to forget the hurricanes of 2004, they are being a-holes about giving away insurance.

When we bought our last house, we had nothing like the problems we are having now and we didn't have to pay nearly as much. I've been on the phone all afternoon calling people, giving them information, emailing reports and whatnot... only to get call backs that say: SORRY! We can't help you.

Argh!!!!!!! If I'm willing to pay, shouldn't they offer the services?? Hmmmmm?

Sheesh!!

The troubles of being a grown up, huh?

I'm Taking A Poll

Is it wrong for a person to tell someone in advance about certain "requests" they have? Like at Christmas, kids (and some adults) make lists of things they'd like to receive as gifts and mail them to Santa. The same with birthday lists, or grocery lists. Here is something I'd like to have, I've written it down for you... doesn't seem like too much, right? And why do people do this? B/C if they didn't, they wouldn't get what they wanted.

Well, I did this. I sat my friend down when she mentioned wanting to throw a baby shower for me and told her, I wanted a certain type of invitation, I wanted this and I wanted that.

No big deal right, especially since she agreed and accepted my offer of financial support.

Apparently not.

Today I get this long winded email stating that I was being too demanding and my constant questions/concerns were making the event less special... Oh, and she jabbed at me that it was costing her so much money to give me what I wanted.

I fired back in my pissed off state, so who knows what will happen now.

God forbid, I try and help with my own baby shower. God forbid, I offer to pay for it... God forbid, God forbid.

And to top all of this off, she ruined my fucking lunch!

The Way I See It

Sometimes things will hit me like a bolt of lightning. Something I didn't realize until that exact moment and when it does, it's like the skies opening up after a long storm and you see the light!

Well, okay, maybe not that drastic... but, it's eye opening.

I've discovered the methods to being pregnant and would like to share them with you (hopefully as more bolts of lightning strike, I'll keep you updated... unless the preggo brain kicks in and I forget).

1- The three trimesters of pregnancy can be broken up into the following catagories:
1st- Icky, sicky, what the F was I thinking, phase.
2nd- I can eat again... and eating is all I do, phase.
3rd- Glowing with greasiness, phase.

With my first trimester I wasn't necessarily sick (except for the one time with food poisoning and another incident with cinnamon toothpaste), but I felt horrible! If I didn't constantly fill my belly every four hours, I'd get this nasty, sick, "I want to puke but can't" feeling. It was nothing but saltine crackers and Sprite for days!!

The second trimester was wonderful! My appetite had returned. I wasn't feeling icky at all, and my cravings suddenly kicked into overtime! I wanted everything I could get my hands on: bacon, pancakes, pumpkin pie, chicken, salad, mac and cheese... you name it (except for pickles) I wanted it... and being the wonderful man he is, my husband got me whatever I wanted (hence the extra weight I'm ashamed of).

The third is still new for me since I just hit it three weeks ago, but I've noticed the "shotgun face" (acne) that plagued me (and shamed me) in the second trimester is gone... only to be replaced by a shiny complexion that rivals the Exxon-Valdez oil spill! Hopefully this will get better, not worse! I don't think I can take any more acne.

Ah, the joys of pregnancy.

House Update

We met the inspector at the house we're looking to buy this morning and while he did his thing, my husband signed more paperwork. All the while, I sat there and gazed around the house thinking, "I'd do this..." or "I'd do that..." The more time I spent in the house, the more I LOVED it.

We also got a chance to talk to one of the neighbors, who was super nice and told us more about the neighborhood.

After an hour, the verdict came in. Besides some minor, silly things (like the closet door handle needs to be screwed in and ants in the yard) the house passed! He said it was solid and we'd have his official report tomorrow!

*jumps up and down as much as a preggo can*

We also got a call from our realtor this afternoon that the owner would leave this adorable little clock on the wall I loved and she'd leave the dining room chairs, just not the table (I was hoping she'd leave the table!!). So more cool news.

And also on a good note, my husband is looking at buying another business and after talking to that realtor, looks like things are moving along in that arena as well.

Could today get any better?

I have nothing to update

I truly have nothing exciting to update about today... I slept horrible last night, woke up about three dozens times (guess I should get used to it huh? It's going to happen more when she's finally here). I laid around all morning, did some grocery shopping and caught up on the gossip rags at the book store... Now Mr. SuZ is working and I'm day dreaming about watching Season 6 of Sex and the City and eating orange sherbert ice cream. What a life huh?

Our inspection is tomorrow morning @ 9:00am, wish us luck!

First: ECK! Second: Awwww!

I took a tour of the hospital where I'll be delivering this morning. I dragged Mr. SuZ out of bed early and took him with me. I was kinda nervous about it only b/c seeing the hospital makes it even more real than it already is. And I was right... they whipped us up the elevators to the second floor (Labor & Delivery) and as I was standing there against the wall in a line with the other preggo women, I got a queasy feeling in my tummy.

Nerves.

Then I started to ponder those nerves and what really happens on the other side of those big double doors and found myself reaching for Mr. SuZ's hand. I know the whole process of babies and I know that in the end, they come out. I'm not terribly worried, but just really nervous. I can't help it!

I tried to push this feeling away as we continued the tour, but it persisted until we reached the next floor.

The Nursery.

Then I just melted... melted into a big gloopy puddle on the floor. It was just like the show it in the movies, you walk up to this big glass window and spread out before you are a dozen babies. Seeing them made me forget all this nervousness and worry. It seeped out of my bones like it never existed and I found myself tearing up...

This is real.

She is real.

I can handle this... I mean, come on (!!) look at the remarkable outcome of the journey. A sweet, precious baby that smells so good and is oh so soft.

Now I can't wait! Bring it on doctor! I want my baby.

He He He.

Housing Update

WE GOT IT! WE GOT IT!!!!

My realtor called at 11:00 this morning with the good news! The owner accepted our offer and wants to close on the 29th! That's 16 days away!!! :) :) :) And as long as the inspection goes well and the appraisal matches what we offered, we are good to go!!

Oh, I'm so happy... I feel like the biggest weight has been lifted off of my chest!!!

I'm thinking nothing but good thoughts about the inspection and appraisal. The house is in great shape and the way the market is right now, I'm sure it's worth what we're asking.

YAYAAAAAAAA!!

*Crosses Fingers*

Today started out as a bad day... nothing in particular had happened. I just woke up in a funky mood, irritated about our living situation and the lack of space available to hold my baby shower at (I met with the girls last night and somehow told them I'd find a place to have it and pay for my baby shower). So I wasn't in the best of moods when as I ate my cheerios.

So I decided to get out of the house for awhile, maybe take a drive and figure out where I could live and where I could host a baby shower. Mr. SuZ came along and we ended up driving thru this historic town that we've always loved... just simply loved for the history, the art and the culture. We'd tried to buy into the area three years ago and the deal on the two houses we wanted fell through. I was hoping I could find a cute little house to rent in the area and one of my problems would be solved.

Then I turned and found a cute little house for sale. I jotted down the number to the realtor just for shits and giggles (don't you love that expression?) and gave her a call. She gave me a number that gave me pause, "Really? That's it?"

"Yes, would you like to see it? I'm in the area."

I quickly manuvered a u-turn and made my way back to the cutest little house on the street.

And when I walked in, I fell in love... L-O-V-E!!

It was tiny, yes, very tiny but it was perfect!!!! Charming, quant, in the right area, the right price and even better the owner was MOTIVATED!!! Turns out she was moving to LA and needed to unload her houses... *waves hand in the air* I'll buy it!

We called up my realtor, made an appointment to do a contract and half an hour ago we faxed over an offer. Now I sit here with fingers crossed, praying she accepts it! This would solve both my problems; I'd have a house to live in and a place to throw my baby shower!

So cross your fingers for me...

Have a great night!

Strength in Motherhood

I read an article today in Pregnancy magazine titled, "How Motherhood Makes You Strong." And the article has so much truth in it! I feel like a stronger person than before all b/c of the little girl growing inside of me. True, I still have my moments (what women doesn't?), but I find myself being able to handle situations better. Or incidents that would've sent me spiraling into anger/rage/tears/etc now don't bother me. I've got a whole new frame of mind that makes me cool and calm... Something I've always been, but never truly true to it.

It's the best feeling in the world!

Example being my mother, true she's always driven me crazy (and always will), I can handle her better and more efficently than before I was pregnant. Before I was pregnant, she would walk all over me and tell me what to do, how to do it, etc. Now, I'm stronger, more mature (if you can believe it) and can tell her what I want to do and how I want to do it.

So thank you to my little booger of a girl... you've turned your mama into a confident woman and I will always be appreciated of your skills.

Love.