And the sex of the baby is.....

still unknown. The baby wouldn't cooperate at the ultrasound today :( It kept it's legs crossed the whole time even after much prodding and shaking. After the OB gave up trying to see the baby's parts, she focused again on it's face. Would you believe that the baby opened it's mouth and smiled as if mocking us? Well, it did. Little turd. I wonder if this is any sign of things to come once the baby is born? Anyways, we will have another ultrasound in a couple weeks to try again and hopefully the little one will be a bit more cooperative then.

My friend Tammy...

is wonderful. For someone that works so hard for the bit of money she has, she is quick to spend it on the people that are near and dear to her, most recently the baby. Tonight we had our Christmas gift exchange and she went above and beyond with gifts. I was given a gorgeous platter that goes along with other pieces she has been collecting for me, 2 Christmas ornaments (she gives me one each year), cookies, and a wonderful, soft, gigantic stuffed frog. The frog is for cuddling when I don't feel well. However, the big surprise was her generosity when it came to the baby. It was as if she was all 3 wise men wrapped into 1 bearing gifts (not that my baby is Jesus). She brought the most adorable knit baby frog beanie, an extremely classic frog stuffed animal, and last but not least, a giant plush elephant baby rocker complete with sound effects. It is ADORABLE. I have never seen a rocker I have loved so much. I remember having a rocking horse when I was younger and I got so much enjoyment out of it. I'm so glad the baby will have one too. I'm so glad I have someone as thoughtful and pure in soul as her in my life.

The baby let me know it was the best Hannukah ever!

We had a huge 8th night of Hannukah with my in-laws. The evening was filled with gifts and fun, but especially noteworthy was a special reaction to one of the gifts received tonight. Brian and I were given a bag to open together. When we did, we found the cutest little frog security blanket and an adorable rabbit baby hanger inside. I got all teary about the gifts and when I finally dried my eyes and put the baby items down the baby let me know that the gifts were loved by giving me 2 little kicks. I couldn't believe it! It felt like somebody was tapping me from the inside. I shook and prodded my belly the rest of the evening hoping for some more kicking action, but there wasn't anymore. I don't care though because it was so awesome to feel it for the first time. I can't wait for it to become a regular event. I love our baby!

Steak dinner cures constipation

I have been backed-up for about three weeks. I go poo and nothing comes out or when it does it's the equivalent of rabbit pellets. Last night Brian's parents invited us out to a delicious steak dinner at Mortons. I had an amazing filet mignon with a side of garlic green beans and a side of baked potato. I topped it off with raspberries for dessert. I think the shock of red meat in my system knocked everything loose because today I had terrible gas followed by three trips to the bathroom in a row. Each trip was accompanied by giant poops. I felt AMAZING afterwards. I have been looking forward to this day for weeks. It's like I've been given an early Christmas gift.

Random tidbits

* I slept 12 hours last night and still feel exhausted.

* I'm not sure if our scale is broken, but it says I lost another lb. Granted I had just woken up when I weighed but I need to be putting ON a lb. a week not losing one!

* The movers have been packing up my in-laws' old house that we are buying from them. For the first time I'm seeing how huge the house really is and I'm thrilled we will have so much space for our growing family.

* This is my third day in a row waking up with a headache. I wish it would just go away.

* I finally found where one of my maternity pants went. I have been looking for them since we got back from Mexico. They were still in the suitcase : (

That's about it for random tidbits.

Yes, a parent can ruin painting.

Today I was painting with a friend at Petroglyph and I noticed a women behind me with her two kids. I'd say they were both around 10. I smiled because they were both excited to get started on their painting, and since I'm a weird child-obsessed pregnant person, I stared at them. A. Lot. Anyways, they were painting different things for their dad as gifts and the mother was totally hovering over them. "Now, make sure you stay in the lines. Here, let me do that part for you. Oh, you made a mistake so we'll have to ask the people how to fix it." Etc, etc. She was jumping at each brush stroke they made. At one point I looked over and she was holding the boys hand as he was painting the piece. Another time I turned around and the mother was painting while the boy was sitting back in his chair and looking around. The poor kids looked miserable. I have never seen painting look so unfun (I don't care that that isn't even a word).

When I was little my dad made me make my own mistakes and learn from them. But seriously? Painting? Who corrects a kid's painting? Or even an adult's painting? It's painting!!!!! I know I can be a control freak sometimes, but I vow to myself that I will not be a parent who takes over my kid's arts and crafts. I want my toddler to be covered in paint and smiling from ear to ear. I want my kid to enjoy coloring without the confines of staying in the lines. I won't freak out if my kid decides to glue his or her hands together, although I hope it doesn't happen more than once. It's all part of learning and it's all supposed to be fun. That mother was a fun kill. I won't be.

I don't even know what to title this.

I had one loooooong dream last night about the baby. I'm still trying to put all the pieces together, but I'll leave out some of the unnecessary details. It was a really frantic and scary dream.

Angelina Jolie wanted to steal my baby. For some reason Angelina, Jennifer Aniston and myself were all vying for Brad Pitt who was actually Brian. He was still my husband in the dream and my baby's father only he looked like Brad Pitt (Who I actually do not find all that attractive). I didn't mind that Jennifer Aniston wanted him because she is nice and we were on good terms, but Angelina was trying to either steal or kill my baby who I was pregnant with. We ended up getting into a huge physical altercation in which she was using some household items as nunchucks and was trying beat me so I would lose the baby because she knew she couldn't have it. I ripped out a TV antenna from the back of an old tv and stabbed her though the throat and killed her. The antenna went straight through and was sticking out the front and back of her neck. She died with her eyes open.

I woke up in some square room with glass walls and a bunch of people I didn't know. The room was like a plane and we were in the air and going to crash land. People were shouting and tumbling in all directions. When I woke up from the crash my baby, who is now an infant, was gone. I was searching for him everywhere. A lot of time had passed and I finally found him in an huge underground room. It was dark and had kind of an orangish glow and steam was coming from the ceilings as if it were an old industrial underground place. There were two rows of chairs that faced each other and and went from one end of the room to the other. The chair rows were so long that the ones on the other side of the room disappeared into a mud wall horizon. Think of it like looking down a tunnel that ends in a speck because it is so long. The chairs looked like old electrocution chairs with rusted metal seats and leather straps. I was walking down the rows and saw my son who had actually turned into a girl and was now about 12 years old. I ran up to hug her, but there were people stopping me from reaching out to her. I started screaming for her and these people in dirty brown smock jackets were placing her in a chair and strapping her in. She wasn't fighting it. She looked right at me with her icy blue eyes as I struggled to do everything I could to get to her. They turned on the chair and she turned into a hard wax statue. The people restraining me let go of me so I could go to her, but when I was almost close enough to touch her waxed figure, the people in the smocks smashed her into a million pieces. I knelt on the floor trying to frantically pick up all the pieces. I was screaming and crying and tears were pouring down my cheeks, and I knew that there was no way to put her back together at that point. It was the last time I was ever going to see her.

In the last part on my dream I was at an elementary school located on a beach and literally in the sand. I was elementary school aged again. I was sitting by myself on a bench utterly broken and depressed that I had witnessed the murder of my child. George Kordopatis came up to me with a brown lunch bag and said something to me, but I didn't even hear him. I was off in my own world. Brian, my husband who now looked like Brian instead of Brad Pitt, sat down across from me and looked at me with an expression of complete loss and powerlessness. His eyes were glossy and red from crying. I could tell he wanted to comfort me but didn't know what to do. He didn't even know how to comfort himself. I got up and walked away and made my way towards the ocean. Camila passed me as she was running back up to the school. Her steps were uncoordinated and sand was flying up behind her. I found a pair of black flip flops abandoned in the sand. They were mens flip flops and about 5 sizes too large for me. I put them on and with a small running start I skidded out into the water. The waves weren't crashing. The water was calm, almost like a lake. I was able to surf the water with my flip flops. I just kept gliding across the top of the water without sinking. Even if I stopped for a moment, I wouldn't sink. I remember feeling a little bit comforted and at peace. It was an empty lonely peace, but for the first time I didn't feel like my heart was getting ripped out of my chest.

And that was the end. I woke up feeling disoriented. I'm still feeling a little off. The emotional intensity of the dream was exhausting. And what's weird is that I am feeling the feelings of loss when my brother died, but it's different. It's like I'm remembering how it was for me as a kid and a sister, but in my dream I was able to feel so much more from the perspective of a mother. I can't really even describe the feeling of....I don't know what the word is....loss isn't strong enough. I don't think there is a single word to describe it. It's more like your heart is completely missing and your entire body is filled with a dark void and everything is numb but aching at the same time. Everything around you keeps going, but you don't really notice it. You see movement of people, but it doesn't mean anything. And it's so quiet. It's agony really. I guess that's the word. But not agony from pain. It's more like and agony from being so empty.

I have never loved anything so much in my life. I guess that's where all the emotion came from. I now love something on a level I have never experienced before and it has opened up a whole new realm of emotional intensity that is really overwhelming. I guess I had to dream it first before I could feel it consciously or I wouldn't be able to handle it. Today feels a lot different than yesterday.

Preparing to clean or cleaning to prepare?

I decided that I need to make a cleaning schedule. I get stuff done around the house but I always wait until it is to the point of borderline unacceptable. For example "Wow, I should really get laundry done because the heap of dirty clothes is twice as high as the basket" or "hmm, there sure are a lot of fist sized cat hair tumbleweeds rolling around on the floor". I tend to do better with lists so I figure if I make a list of specific chores to do on certain days I will accomplish a lot more and each task won't seem like a monumental challenge. More importantly, I need to get a handle on this before the baby comes because if I don't do everything without a baby, how will I do it with a baby? So.....I made the weekly chart of chores. Overall I'm pleased, but then it occurred to me what if when the baby comes my schedule is worthless? I'll be on a baby schedule. Do I simply modify the chart? Do I say screw charts, there is no cleaning schedule when a baby is in the picture? Will some chores get thrown out the window as new ones are introduced? Am I over thinking this? Probably. But not really because cleanliness is extremely important with an infant especially when they start crawling around. I don't need my baby hacking up hairballs too. Also, I don't want my kid to grow up in a dysfunctional mess. But is there such thing as an acceptable functional mess? GAH!!

I think I'll just stick to my chart for now. If nothing else, I'll have a clean house for the next 6 months.

It looks like a baby!

We had our Nuchal Transluceny ultrasound today and everything looks great. Our risk for Downs and Trisomy 18 are extremely low. The baby was sleepy during the ultrasound and wouldn't move around too much, but it did roll over onto its side once. Today we were able to see the nose and ears of the baby as well as its little beating heart (still 152bpm). Both arms and legs were visible. At one point it opened its mouth. Here are a couple of pics.

This one is my favorite though. Both of the baby's hands were up and positioned so that it looks like it has a hook. It's our little Captain Hook baby.

Three more weeks and we will *probably* be able to find out if the little Hookster is a boy or a girl! I can hardly wait. The appointment is scheduled for December 23, 2009. Finding out will be the best Christmas gift ever.

Back from Mazatlan

***According to the week-by-week fruit comparison chart, our baby is the size of a peach.***

We had our Sedler family reunion in Mazatlan, Mexico this year and it was a blast. It's always nice to see the family. We finally got to tell EVERYONE we are expecting. My word of advice to people is don't try to tell your family something important when eating at a buffet dinner. Everyone was up and down and someone was always missing from the table. Brian tried to make a discreet comment to see if anyone would get that we are expecting but it went over everyones head. His dad finally decided to make a speech to help us out. He thanked everyone for being a wonderful family and getting together and at the end we were going to announce, but of course Brian's grandmother started blabbing away before the speech was over which left us without a window to to tell our news. Finally Brian shouted out to his grandmother that there would be one more person at the family reunion next year and then everyone got it.

Morning sickness and fatigue remained at bay during the trip. There were only a couple instances of barf and nausea.

The plane rides were good because we were in first class, but holy hell I was up and down constantly to go to the bathroom. Another couple brought their 13 month old into 1st class which annoyed most of the other 1st class passengers because the little girl was screaming most of the time. It somehow got to her that I'm pregnant and as soon as the baby fell asleep she took it upon herself to unload her arsenal of pregnancy and baby tips including which wipe warming machine I should buy because it will change my life as a mother. Each time she talked I had to lean my head out into the aisle and it was nearly taken off several times by the brisk walking stewards during beverage service. I finally told her that I appreciated all her tips, but the risk of being decapitated was too high and I was going to remain in my seat. Most of the comments ended after that.

It's good to be home and back to reality. I think I've had my fair share of Mexican food for awhile. I'm a little bit bitter that I missed turkey and cranberry sauce this year and had the Mexican version of Italian Canolles instead. Apparently turkey doesn't exist in Mazatlan. I guess there is always next year. Actually, now that I think about it this would have been my last Thanksgiving to enjoy my meal instead of juggling a baby while eating. Dammit! I hope the kid sleeps through Thanksgiving dinner.

Late addition: I forgot to mention this note worthy quote from my grandmother-in-law on our vacation. Upon seeing me in a one piece bathing suit by the pool she said to me, "Honey, you don't really look pregnant yet. You just look like any other middle-aged out of shape person." Gee, thanks Mimi.

Our baby is a gymnast

We had a second ultrasound today. It was unexpected, but I'm glad the nurse did one. We go to see the baby swimming around and doing all kinds of somersaults and headstands. It started kicking it's legs like a frog too. The nurse tried to take ultrasound pictures of the baby but had a hard time because it was moving around so much. It's amazing how in 4 short weeks a baby can go from looking like a shrimp to an actual baby. We also got to hear the heartbeat again and it is still going strong at 152 bpm.

On a final feel good note, the nurse was prodding my uterus and stomach to try and measure it and she said she had a hard time locating my uterus because my stomach is so muscular. Ha! I fooled her. It's probably just backed up poop, but none-the-less the comment made me feel good.

Maternity Shopping

I only have one pair of pants that fit on occasion. The rest of my pants won't even zip up so I decided I had to do some maternity shopping. I bought two pairs of jeans and a cute sweater shirt that I love. Luckily they had out of season summer clothes on sale too. We are leaving for Mexico in a couple of days and I was worried I wouldn't be able to find anything but winter clothes. I was able to buy 2 tank tops that came with shorts and two pairs of capri pants. One of the capris looks like it would be pretty comfy even when I'm not pregnant. I found a pretty 3/4 sleeve shirt. The grand total....$303.00! They really know how to gouge people. I hope I'll be able to go awhile longer before I need to buy winter tops. It's getting pretty cold though so we'll see. I'll tell you one thing, winter tops are coming from Target, NOT an overpriced maternity store!

On a side note, nausea has reared its ugly head again. I've felt barfy for the past few days and I'm hoping it goes away before our Mazatlan trip. I really don't want to know what it's like to puke on a plane. I think we're in 1st class, so at least I'd have a more private bathroom. However, I'm not 100% positive about the 1st class thing and I'm dreading standing in an aisle waiting for the smelly bathroom with my head in a barf bag. Here's to hoping the nausea goes away again.

Don't touch me belly!

I caved a couple days ago and bought 2 new bras. I was reluctant because I know that I'm probably going to grow out of them before I can even pull the tags off. But I couldn't ignore the fact that I needed more support and my boobs were on the verge of falling out of all my old bras, so I went. I needed to get remeasured, so I went into Victorias Secret and asked the fitting person to measure me. I think she was my age, but I don't know for sure because she had makeup plastered everywhere. She started measuring me and I asked her if they carried maternity bras or bras that provided a lot of support. She replied "Oh my God! Are you expecting? You are so tiny! I never would have guessed." She proceeded to reach out and touch my belly.

This is what was going through my head:

1. Don't touch my F-ing belly. You wouldn't stroke a regular persons belly, so why do you feel compelled to touch the belly of a protective soon-to-be mother?

2. Anyone looks tiny compared to you! So yes, in comparison to you I am tiny. In comparison to my former non-pregnant self, I do NOT look tiny.

I backed away from her hand and just smiled thinking the encounter was over. She then let out a string of questions that makes me feel really sorry and sad for my generation and the younger generations. I will write this next part in question and response format.

Q: So is your boyfriend excited?

A: (1/2 scowl) Yes my HUSBAND is excited.

Q: Was It a surprise?

A: No, It was thoughtfully planned.

Q: Oh, you guys are planners. No surprises for you guys then!

A: No surprises. We are responsible parents and like to think things through.

Seriously? Are so many people having surprise babies without being married that it has become the norm? That is really sad and disgusting.

On another note, I get my blood drawn for the Nuchal Transluceny test tomorrow. It's a less invasive test

to check for birth defect and mental retardation markers. The ultrasound that goes along with it will be done on Dec. 1st. I can't wait to see the baby again. This time It will actually look like a baby! I have another appointment next week with an OB for a checkup. I was hoping they would do an ultrasound then, but I don't think they will. They'll probably just find the heartbeat.

I'm already past 11 weeks now. This pregnancy is flying by and there is still so much to do. Hopefully we can buy my in-law's house soon and get moved in so we can start setting up before I'm the size of a manatee. A fellow Bump poster posted a board she did for her nursery and I love it (pic below). I didn't think I'd be attracted to a modern nursery, but I think this one is amazing. I can't wait to see her finished product.

On a final note, I've felt decent enough to run errands this week. I'm hoping this trend continues.

Announcements and Grocery Shopping Adventures.

It's been just over a week since we announced the news to our parents.

The Thursday before Halloween, Brian and I invited his parents over to carve pumpkins. We spent $48 on the three orange gourds from some local pumpkin patch when I could have gotten a deal at Safeway for buy one get on free at the low price of $5 each. Whatever. Anyways....We carved a small hole in the bottom of my in-laws pumpkin and inserted a small plastic baby into the hole. You'd think it would be easy to do that, but it wasn't. After using an arsenal of tools including pumpkin carving knives, utility hooks, corncob holders in the shape of corn, toothpicks, and a coat hanger, we managed to detach the strings inside of the pumpkin that were clinging to the plug we were trying to carve out. We were victorious in our efforts. After inserting the baby, we plugged the pumpkin back up again. When the in-laws came over, they worked as a team to remove the seeds from the pumpkin and they ended up pulling out the baby. My mother-in-law just laughed thinking we were being pranksters, but my father-in-law looked at the baby and then us and asked "Are you pregnant?" We just smiled. Chris dropped her carving tool and started screaming and then there were hugs all around. We went out to Red Lobster to celebrate. I had the overcooked lobster.

We carved a pumpkin for my parents that night that said "Grandpa and Grandma". When we went over to my parents house the day after halloween, we set it up in their office and lit it up. We guided them into the office with their eyes closed, and once they were in front of the pumpkin we told them told them to open their eyes. They were both shocked. Me dad just pointed his fingers at us and exclaimed "You and YOU!!!! Really?!?!" Once again, hugs all around.

I told my Mom on Halloween. I asked her if she wanted a trick or a treat? She responded "I'd much prefer a trick". I said "Humor me and say treat". I thrust the ultrasound in her face. I've never seen a mouth drop open as far as hers did. She started jumping up and down and running around the backyard screaming "My daughter is pregnant! My daughter is pregnant!" Good times.

Brian's family still won't find out until after Thanksgiving at our family reunion.

What else is new? I caught a cold at a family function and have been managing to breathe with only one working nostril. I quickly learned that sleep doesn't bring relief. I wake up with a sore throat from breathing through my mouth at night. I think I'm starting to get better.

I finally went grocery shopping last week. I had "morning" sickness so bad that I had to postpone my shopping trip for a couple of days. I would lie cuddled up on the couch thinking about all the fabulous foods that could help bring me some relief, but of course we didn't have any of them. When I finally made it to the store, I was greeted by a massive display of asparagus at some new low price. The smell immediately caused me to start heaving. I ran though the produce section with my head in a bag while trying to navigate my shopping cart. It's not easy I tell ya.

On a final note, it's official. My boobs, once one of my best assets, are no longer symmetrical. The right one is noticeably larger than the left and the increased weight of it has caused it to point in a direction it never has before. Up looked so much better than down. I guess this is the first sacrifice of motherhood. I will now be one of those people I always laughed at who had hard nipples pointing in two different directions. Is it karma that I'm going to be pregnant during the coldest time of the year? Probably.

I'm in love!

We had our first ultrasound yesterday. Seeing the baby was so amazing and what a relief to know that everything is okay! It was just a blob on the screen, but it was the most gorgeous blob I have ever seen. The baby's heart rate was 157bpm and the body measured at 1.54cm. The estimated due date on the ultrasound is June 9th, but the doctor said she estimated June 8th. I guess we'll see what happens. I can't believe we're going to be parents. Everything seems so real now! Below is a video of the ultrasound with the heartbeat at the end...

The 1st 8 weeks

My blog has now become a pregnancy blog per the suggestion of my bestie. Let's recap on the past 8 weeks (7 weeks, 5 days). On September 29, 2009, I was driving to the middle school I've been student teacher at when the feeling of nausea hit me. It was overwhelming and like no other nausea i had ever experienced. I also had a weird metallic taste in my mouth. I was pretty sure I was pregnant. I student taught all day and then raced to the store to pick up a pregnancy test. I say 'racing' because I had to poop so bad and I wasn't sure I was going to make it home in time. Anyways, I conquered the urge of my bowels. While going to the bathroom, I took the test. I was in such a hurry because I was supposed to meet my friend in the afternoon for a late lunch and I couldn't be late. I sat in my smelly bathroom and watched the digital test come up "pregnant". I was so excited! I immediately grabbed a camera and recorded the excitement. I then had to rush to meet my friend. All during lunch I schemed about how i was going to tell Brian. When I got home, I put a hamburger bun in the oven, set up a video camera to record his reaction, and then did my best to look unexcited while I did dishes. hen he came through the door, we had our conversation as usual. I asked him to help me pull the dishes out of the oven since my hands we dirty. He pulled out the hamburger bun and said, "Huh". He just sat there and stared at it and then it hit him that we have a bun-in-the-oven. He was thrilled.

So that was the announcement. The weeks that followed have been full of morning sickness, which is really all day sickness, food aversions, sensitive smell, horrible gas, mild cramping, monstrous boobs, a massive bloat, and debilitating fatigue. Also, whoever says women 'glow' when they are pregnant is horribly mistaken. The glow is really a shine from the insane overproduction of oil that ends up covering your hair and face. The resulting breakouts have been lovely too. My hair has been growing at an alarming rate and in places where it has never grown. I've been finding chin hairs daily, and just yesterday my husband looked at me feet and said, "Oh my God! You have Frodo feet!" The rest of the day was filled with songs about my hairy feet. I love him.

We have the first ultrasound tomorrow to make sure everything is okay with the baby. After we see that it's fine, we're going to announce to the family. Unfortunately, Brian's family won't find out until Thanksgiving, so we need to make it explicit to the people we tell to keep the news a secret. I'd hate for the family to find out we're pregnant on Facebook.

I think that's pretty much covered everything to this point. More to come....

Is it really worth it?

The credential program is so darn arduous. I'm investing years into education in order to get paid little, deal with bureaucrats, test my students to death, and be told that no matter what I do, I need to do better. Seriously, is it worth it? In a year or so we are going to start trying to have a family, so when I get my credential I won't even use it. When I do go back to teaching, will things have changed so much that I'm obsolete, especially since I won't have had much teaching experience prior to having kids? I'm tired, I'm overwhelmed, I don't feel like the professors are being realistic with their work loads, and I always feel like I'm in a perpetual state of giving up. I understand the importance of making sure that teachers are qualified, but I feel like the program is a lot of pressure. I want to get everything I can out of it, but I don't feel like I am when all I'm worried about it completing an assignment rather than getting the most out of it. It's ironic that we are taught that quality versus quantity is what counts for our students, but we are expected to do quality in large quantities.

Family History

I have to do a project on family history for one of my classes, so I spent yesterday at my grandma's house in Redwood City gathering information. I loved looking at old pictures and documents about the relatives I never got to meet. At the same tim I was sad though because my generation isn't really concerned about their heritage and the people that proceeded them. I feel like learning about family is dying out and the next generations will lose the pieces of their pasts forever. I'm glad I got to spend the afternoon making Grandma happy by listening to her stories and I feel honored that I now have an insight to our family that no one else does. I hope I can pass it on.

Vacation?

I haven't blogged in awhile, but not much has happened. School has kept me very busy. I have a lot of projects due this month, and I'm trying to figure out when I'm going to get them all done. We are going to a funeral today, Grandpa's birthday tomorrow, visiting my grandma on Sunday leaving next Friday-Monday for Vegas for Mimi's birthday, and then going to Maui for a week the following weekend. So much wonderful vacation, but I have no idea when I will get all my school stuff done.

It's finally done

I called the old plumber again and it turns out he no longer does general contracting due to the economy. He gave me the number to a new plumber, I called, and the guy was out the next day (yesterday). Our kitchen is in working order and I couldn't be happier. I was actually excited to do the disgusting dishes that had been sitting in our bathtub! 

I wish I could sleep in :( Just one day. This P90X diet Brian's on has me getting up before him to cook all his meals, even if it's my day off from school. I really didn't want to get up today. I had the best, coziest, perfect temp. sleep  and then the alarm went off and I had to proceed to the kitchen for cooking. It's just as well I guess since the air conditioning company is coming today to service everything. I would have loved to get a shower and wash my itchy hair, but thanks to the 8-10 window, I'm stuck until they get here.

Update: I stopped blogging because I had to go to the bathroom (#2) and of course the guy arrives before I can make it. 

Taking the plunge...

If Doogie Howser can blog, then so can I! I'm always starting journals and thinking about how fun it will be to someday look back at how trivial things are even when they seem like big deals. I had a book in high school that my friend and I used to write to each other in and whenever I read it, I shake my head at my own naivety. Here's to doing it all over again...Although, perhaps once one hits adulthood the problems aren't really trivial anymore. YIKES! I guess I'll see. 

On a different note, Brian and I have making some changes to the house. We tried to sell before the market got really bad, but unfortunately that didn't work out. We'll be here for a few more years, unless we move out of state, so we might as well make the house the way we want it. We took out the old carpet, tile, and laminate and replaced it with Pergo wood floors and some new carpet in the bedrooms. After the floors were conquered, we moved on to the kitchen counters. Before we had the old ones ripped out, I got under the sink and disconnected the plumbing. In the process I think I inhaled 10 year old mildew, food particles, and plastic that had been building up in the pipes. My poor lungs were definitely feeling the effects. Each time I came out from under the sink, I felt like I was going to pass out. That can't be healthy. None-the-less, I prevailed and Home Depot was able to come out the next day and do demolition, make the granite templates, and get to work on ordering everything. Installation would have to wait until the granite had been cut. Meanwhile, Brian is on his P90X diet, so I'm cooking 5 meals a day with no counter tops or kitchen plumbing.  I have a whole new respect for people that do whole house remodels. Our counter tops are now in, thank God, but we still don't have plumbing. The plumber we use won't return my calls so I'm stuck doing dishes in my bathtub. Hopefully we'll make contact today. 

That's all the big news for now.