Category: Daily

I’m just about done with my lunch (cheesy tuna pasta and green beans–leftovers from dinner). I waited a bit too long to eat and I feel shaky and gross. I hate feeling like this. I dropped Mario off at work this morning since he wants us to pick him up to go to the First Thursday at the Civic Center. On the way to work we stopped at Circle K where he picked up some tacos and a drink (we woke up too late to have breakfast at home) and I got a delicious blueberry muffin and a cappuccino. I’ve been doing really good with my caffeine intake, meaning that I hardly comsume any. Since I’m already experiencing unfortunate constipation (what? It happens to everyone, dammit) at only 14 1/2 weeks gestation I figured coffee would be my best bet at helping things, um, flow better. Sure enough, halfway through the drink, it worked! I need to ask the doctor if drinking coffee to help with BMs is okay to do, since I haven’t really asked anything at all about caffeine. As long as I don’t have to eat prunes or drink Metamucil, I’m A-OK.

The kids just finished their lunch. Eenan’s still picky when it comes to veggies, but Jaylen will eat just about anything. I gave them each 4 pretty good sized pieces of catfish for lunch and Jaylen finished them all. Then he wanted more. There was a small one and some onion rings left on a plate so I told him he could have those and ate just about everything. He really surprises me sometimes. And embarrasses me, too! Like yesterday: I’d given him lunch, a sandwich. Later he had a whole banana and half an our later he had half an orange. An hour after that my dad-in-law gets home and Jaylen asks him if he has any food because I haven’t fed them(!). My dad-in-law, jokingly of course, asks, “Why haven’t you fed this poor child?” My jaw dropped. Little booger. He did the same thing later when my mom-in-law got home. She was making dinner for Big Mario and Jaylen asks, “What are you making? I’m starving. I haven’t eaten.” LOL

When Mario called me during his lunch break we got to talking about what bills we have to pay this paycheck (the car=oh Gawd). I told him, “Oh, and $30 for my graduation things–If I decide to walk”. He said, “Woman, you better go. I already asked for the day.” Darn. I’m seriously debating whether I should go or not. Part of me doesn’t want to go because from what I know, NONE of my friends are going. Knowing the other people in my class, no one else will go either so I’ll be the only dumbass walking for my class. The other part of me wants to go because if I don’t, I’m afraid I’ll regret it for the rest of my life. Just like I regret not taking professional pictures with Mario for our high school graduation–but at least we walked. I also don’t have anything to wear and the way it’s been so far, I won’t find anything nice. I tell you: I’m not pregnant and they have the cutest maternity clothes. I get knocked up, and everything’s ugly or too big. We’re in the valley. Most women aren’t over 5′ 4″ here and they have these jeans where I have to cut a foot off!

Anyway, I don’t know what to do. What would you guys do if you were in my position?

I should finish cleaning up. My desk looks so spiffy now that I’ve filed (yes, filed) all of our paid bills since like, 3 months ago. All I need to do is file the stuff in that plastic box and use that to organize my scrapbooking stuff. I also want to do a little bit of scrapbooking and back everything up that’s on my computer. We’ve been getting these weird prompts and it shuts down randomly sometimes (especially when burning DVDs) so either the power supply, RAM, motherboard or CPU are about to take a crap. Lovely.

And to think we had the chance to buy a LAPTOP for $300. Three hundred dollars. And we were broke. *yanks out hair*

Let me just say how much I hate WordPress at this moment in time. I hate when I get that stupid “you must enable referrers” crap. I tried saving and editing and *poof* my entry was gone just like that. Fucker.

Anyway, since my other entry where I felt like I’d just die from my sinus headache, I’ve been feeling pretty healthy. I took a regular Tylenol that night, just to see if it would work (because it didn’t the last time I had a headache) and lo-and-behold it worked. Too bad it was 11pm and I was already getting ready for bed.

Mario and I ran a few errands on Friday. A few errands took about 3 hours, so by the time we got home he ended up falling asleep on the couch and didn’t do anything he needed to do to the bedrooms.

We got some stuff we needed from Home Depot, Pet Smart (food for Liz–she’s spoiled and refuses to eat the canned dead crickets and meal worms we bought her. She only wants live ones!), went to Mary’s office and then had lunch at Jesse’s Restaurant. I know we did more, but I can’t remember now.

I went to the storage units later on with Andy, Mary and Noelia since Mary got a unit in the same storage place we’re at. I had 5 plastic totes full of baby boy clothes, 2 strollers, 1 infant car seat and 2 booster seats. That’s because I have 2 more booster seats at home for Eenan and Jaylen. Garage sale time?

The next day I went to Mexico (Nuevo Progresso) with Mary, Noelia, and Andy. We got Revolution flea/tick medicine for our dogs ($24 for 3 months as opposed to $18 for every application at the vet every month) at the Vet. That store smelled so bad. I had to run out for fresh air because I almost puked. That had never happened before.

We got all the candy we needed for Eenan’s party. Mary got half and I got half. It was so hard choosing which candies to get–everything looked so good!

I also got some chocolate liquor candies for Mario; Jack Daniel’s and Jose Cuervo. I want to go back to the Canada Store to get some curios to decorate the living room with when all the remodeling’s done. I also want to go back to get a few more cute “fake” bags. I bought a somewhat similar copy to the Dooney Stars bag. I never thought I’d buy a fake bag, because most of the time they look tacky in my opinion, but this one won my heart and was only $13.

We went to Target to get Eenan’s gift, exchange my blouse (Target’s maternity section SUCKS and is totally ugly), and some pens for the party bags. Next stop was lunch at Golden Dragon and then Party Universe for the party bags. We got home at 4pm–I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was rest, but instead I got to filling the goody bags for the next day.

I got up early the next morning and gave the kids breakfast, cut their hair, cut John’s hair, bathed the children, dressed them, got Mario’s things together (because he doesn’t “know where anything is”), then got myself ready. We picked up the cake at 12:15 and got to Peter Piper by 12:45. We waited 15 minutes then went in to set up.

Everyone started getting there by 1:15 and the pizzas weren’t anywhere in sight. There was a girl attending our table and another table and the other table was definitely being quite bossy. The girl would forget to get stuff for us because there other people were so demanding and constantly “needed” her. I quickly got annoyed and told Mario, “Last time we’re having a party here.” Then I noticed the girl was right behind me when I said that and after that orders started flowing more smoothly. We did everything in a timely manner. Everyone got to eat as much as they wanted, there was plenty of cake and ice cream and even goody bags left over for some adults LOL. Eenan had fun. He kept asking, “Are we having cake yet?” Because he knows as soon as you have cake, you get to open presents! He got some pretty awesome presents and was just thrilled. He said it was the best birthday ever. A few of our friends didn’t go, but that’s cool. We had a good turnout anyway. And the best part? It was SO not as expensive as I thought it would be.

He didn’t really want to smile as you can see.

I know I’ve mentioned this before, but whenever the kids have a birthday, the “non-birthday” boy gets a small gift, too. Just to prevent any tears or hurt feelings. Or worse, a tantrum in public.

So, yay. It feels nice and liberating after one of the kids’ parties. And I was thinking, after the baby’s born we’re going to have a party once every 3 months and then 6 months after that. Crazy!

I took Mom to her Endochrinologist appointment yesterday. She was having lots of trouble with her insulin. She was to the point where she would sweat profusely, get dizzy and feel extreme fatigue after injecting herself. The first thing that went off in our heads was ‘too much insulin’ and sure enough, when we told the doctor her symptoms he said it was the insulin. She was hypoglycemic and could have possibly gone into insulin shock. Her doctor lowered her insulin intake and she seemed to do much better this morning.

We went to see Gramma afterwards. She’s doing fine and is healthy :). Aunt Nora had called the day before because Gramma wanted to know why we hadn’t visited her in 2 weeks. I told her about Mom’s appointments and how she was doing and then finally told her I’m expecting. She wasn’t preachy or rude at all. I’m so relieved.

As for the remodeling, most of the sheetrock’s up, except for a few panels where they’ll need to work on the electricity. Remember the hole in my living room with the exposed studs?

Well, now it looks like this:

We already have the extra 3 boxes of joint compound for the texture on the walls and whatever places need to be taped/floated. After the taping/floating/texture, the electricity, and trim’s done it’s time to paint! I can’t wait to paint and then start decorating :)! I feel so anxious to get everything ready. I feel like my pregnancy’s going to swoosh by as soon as I hit 4 months.

I can’t wait :).

I had the weirdest dream last night. Well, this morning actually. I was already in labor and Mario and I had decided that this time we’d have a Home Birth. We were both trained in everything we needed to do in case complications arose. When it was time to deliver, Mario of course cut the umbillical cord and did everything necessary during a delivery. When he wrapped the baby up in a blanket and put the baby on my chest I noticed it was a boy. I started panicking and said, “Where’s my girl?! What happened to our baby girl??”

In my dream I could feel myself hyperventilating and as Mario tried to calm me down I kept yelling, “There should be another one coming! The doctor said there were two babies and one’s a girl!”

An hour passed and nothing. No baby. Not even the afterbirth appeared after having the baby boy. We were getting ready to go to the hospital when I “woke up” from that dream in the dream and started telling Mario about it. We were walking with a stroller in tow downtown in McAllen. Then an old classmate from Middle School (Daisy) passed by us with a stroller and asked what had happened. And then I woke up.

I felt strange when I woke up–almost disappointed and then guilty for feeling disappointed. I kept thinking, “What if this baby is a boy and all this time I’ve felt it in my gut that it’s a girl?” I thought I was prepared and fine with the idea of having another son if this wasn’t a baby girl. At the same time, I feel like my maternal instincts are failing me since I’m almost certain this baby’s a girl. Then panic set in and I thought, “We haven’t even thought of a decent boy name!”

Maybe I’m subconciously preparing myself just in case this is a boy since my 15 week appointment is next Wednesday. This is the appointment where they may just tell me the baby’s gender. I’m also nervous because they’ll be doing the AFP bloodwork and that’s the point with Jaylen’s pregnancy when everything started going wrong. I was hoping for a girl last time and once I found out I would possibly loose Jaylen due to a chromosome defect I immediately started praying for a healthy baby and felt horrible for wishing for a certain gender–I didn’t care if it was a girl or a boy anymore. I’ve constantly prayed that this baby be healthy, no matter what sex it is because I don’t want history to repeat itself.

I know every pregnancy is different, but I’m so scared that they’re going to say that the AFP came back abnormal like last time. I’m not having an amniocentesis this time, no matter what the results are. But at the same time, I’m nervous that something could possibly go wrong. It’s so nerve wracking. I’m probably reading too much into it, but I’m a worrier at heart.

We’ll see. I’m nervously awaiting next week’s appointment. In the meantime, Mario and I better start agreeing on a boy name we both like, just in case ;).