You know, if I were on The Price is Right I would have totally won about 25 cars/vans/trucks, 10 cruises, and lots of other junk I wouldn’t need in my house; like cat litter and CLR. Some of these people–you’d think they never get out of the house or see the ads in the Sunday newspaper. A guy once bid 72,000 on a Ford Focus. Dur.
Anyway, it’s actually raining today. I had to use an umbrella and dress the boys in jeans for once. I’m just afraid to see how bad the mosquitos are going to get. We already have a tick problem, for Chrissakes.
I’m officially 5 months pregnant. According to my LMP I was 5 months along on Sunday, but according to the baby’s size I’m 5 months today. And boy can you tell! I wore my crinkly, white maternity top from Target with a jean maternity skirt today and I looked “especially pregnant”, as John likes to say. While Mario was getting ready for work I admired my swollen belly on our floor-lenth mirror and asked him, “Do I look pregnant or like I’m just really fat with a huge gut?” He turns to look at me, eyes widen and says, “No, you definitely look pregnant!”
I’ve been noticing since last week that I just keep getting bigger and bigger, little by little. Mary felt my stomach a few days ago and said, “This is going to be a big baby!” It sort of worries me–just a little though–that Alaethia’ll be as big as Eenan, or bigger. The reason my former doctor induced me with Jaylen is supposedly because he didn’t want me to have complications with Jaylen, who was predicted to be bigger than Eenan. He was delivered at 38 weeks exactly and weighed a healthy 6 lbs. 4 oz. Imagine if I’d waited till he decided to come out on his own–he would have literally ripped me apart (sorry, TMI), like Eenan did.
Anyway, Mario has further put us into dept and gotten us a Home Depot card. I wasn’t too upset, since it does come in handy with all the renovations we’re doing. We decided to take a trip over there on Sunday morning before Mary’s birthday get-together started. So we went.
We stopped at Burger King really quick to get some of those $0.50 sausage biscuits; because we were starving and were low on cash. Ate in the parking lot, laughed and talked about our first years together and got our (very long) list out to start shopping.
The first thing was a bit of an indulgence for him, but something he needed for work anyway: a new toolbox. What is it with men and toolboxes? He’s got, like, 10 already.
We got the doorknobs for all the doors, some door pulls and some hinges for the kids’ closet doors. We checked out the bedroom doors–the ones that already come prepared and hinged and all of a sudden it dawns on me that I didn’t write down the measurements for our closet door. Oh well. Then it dawns on Mario that he forgot his wallet. WHAT?
We go to Services and ask if we can use our temporary print out, but one little thing, we forgot his ID? And they said no. One guy really tried helping us out, but nothing could be done. We ask them if they can hold our merchandise and they say, “No. We don’t hold items. If you want you can leave your basket there, but it might not be here when you get back.” How sweet.
Came all the way back home and got the darn ID. I made sure to be very sweet and not mention anything about the incident to keep all hell from breaking loose. We go back.
We get there, and Mario quickly adds me as an authorized user, just in case. To our relief (and sanity) our basket’s still there with all our items. Mario went to find one of those rollers that carries wood, while I waited in the door department. This perv of a guy comes right up to me and asks if I need help, all the while staring at my boobs. I’m thinking, “Don’t you see I’m pregnant, you ass?” but most men don’t care about little things like that. Ew.
Mario arrives and the guy quickly scurries away. We get the two 36″ doors for the bedrooms and the two 24″ doors we need for the kids’ closet. When Mario’s inspecting the doors since most of them were cracked he moved one and about 10 of them started falling foward, in slow motion, I swear. I yell at Mario, “Babe, watch out!” and he just stares at them. Instead of moving out of the way he stupidly held his hands up, as if he were going to be able to hold the doors up. Thankfully the tiny edge of the shelf they were on held them up. I can’t believe he didn’t move out of the way! We all, including himself, made fun of him at home.
We get to the register and pay. We get to the van (the stuff wouldn’t have fit in our truck) and Mario starts loading everything. I notice that one of the 36″ doors has a crack, so we leave it on the roller to take it back. Something makes me look at my list and I notice it says, 2 32″ doors. I gulp and tell Mario and brace myself for the bitching that was going to take place. As I assumed, he threw a fit and I quickly got fed up. Halfway back into the store I yell, “Um, at least I noticed MY mistake HERE. YOU left your ID at home and we had to go BACK!”
On the way to the Returns register, I show him a rug I liked for the kids’ room. He responds with something like, “I don’t give a shit,” so I toss it back into the box it was in and bit my lip. We didn’t speak to eachother after that, probably because we were smartly holding our tongues. I got our money back, then went to find what we needed.
I guess he had some time to think while I was in line and realized he was being an ass because he said, “We’ll get the doors and then you can pick out the rug you like.” I told him no, I changed my mind and he said, “Really, you should get it.” I wasn’t being stubborn, I just didn’t like that the rug was black. We made peace after that and just laughed at all our damn bad luck that morning.
We get home and everyone was already there. We tell everyone about our adventure and eat. The whole day was pleasant, except for a little tiff I had with one of Mario’s aunts, but whatever. I spoke my mind.
Oh, and I also basically got volunteered to watch Mario’s aunt’s baby, Matthew. Yup. Now I’m babysitting two kids. I felt super overwhelmed, but they’ve been doing alright (except that Matthew’s REALLY fussy today!), Noelia will be babysitting him two days out of the week and Elda would get the other two days. I decided I’m only doing this till Christmas break and that’s it. I want to enjoy my last month of pregnancy and there’s no way I’ll be able to watch my kids plus everyone else’s and a newborn.
On top of watching all the kids I got some news that my kids might just not have health insurance anymore. GREAT. One more thing to worry about.
Peanut, Noelia’s 10 1/2 year old chihuahua was knocked up a few months ago by Noelia’s 11 month old chihuahua, Gizmo. Everyone was terrified of the day she’d go into labor because we didn’t know if the puppies would make it, or worse, if she’d even make it.
Yesterday, Isaac (Mario’s cousin who is staying with Yadira) called me over to Noelia’s room in a slight panic. Peanut had a water bag hanging out and we had no idea what to do. I was volunteered (as always) to help with the labor but I’ve only helped cats give birth. The water bag emerged around 2pm…she didn’t have her one and only puppy, whom I affectionately call “Little Cow”, till 11:30pm. Noelia had to intervene because the puppy wasn’t breathing very well but he’s doing wonderfully now. I thought for sure Peanut would have more because of how round she was, as did everyone else, but she only had her one puppy. I’m so glad they’re both okay :).
Okay, I’m going to check on Peanut and Little Cow now and try and figure out what’s bugging Matthew (Mom and John are entertaining him but it’s not working anymore LOL).
