I Thought I Was Funny?

Apparently I'm to the point in my life where I'm not funny anymore. I just offend people. So either my jokes are out-of-line or people are weaker than I thought.



Maybe it's a little of both.


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Nope, not both. Just the weak part.

Sometimes I'm Gonna Have to Lose

I had my first doctor's appointment on Friday. Dr. Bordson felt my uterus and said it only feels like I'm 10, maybe 12 weeks. I'm 16 weeks. I don't understand it. She scheduled me a sonogram for Monday, so we'll see then. Her prediction is a retroverted uterus. That basically means instead of uterus leaning forwards it's leaning backwards - thus she can't feel all of it.
However, I am excited about finding out the sex of my little one tomorrow!! I'm really hoping for a boy, but if it's a girl, I'm going to be just as excited to be putting her in dresses and bows and all that good stuff like I did with Valley Girl.

Anyway, that's about it. I'll update again tomorrow after my sono.

:-)

So. Bored.

Brad made Valerie and I get up at 5am so we could come to family day up at the base. Family day is awesome, and I love coming up for this once a year event. However, I don't want to get up at 5am to do it. Gr. It's early, I'm tired and we're going to be up really late tonight (since tomorrow is our two year anniversary).
Currently Brad's at some awards ceremony. Apparently he's getting an award, but I don't get to see him get it because Valerie is loud and obnoxious. haha. Gee, can't wait until I have the second baby. That's going to make it sooo much easier. lol. I think I'll be okay with this pregnancy, as long as it's not twins. If I'm pregnant with twins, I'm going to the abortion clinic for the two-for-one special.
Sheena called me last night with some frightening news. She said that she was bleeding uncontrollably. She's scared it might be a miscarriage. Obviously I told her to call the nurse's hotline last night, but she hasn't called or texted me back since. So I have no idea what's going on. Hopefully everything is okay.
As I said earlier, tomorrow is Brad and I's two year wedding anniversary. I can't believe we've been married for two years. It's insane! My longest relationship before this was a year and a half, and to actually make a marriage last two years is unbelievable to me. I mean, I knew it would happen, I love Brad and all. It's just wierd how much time has passed. How far I've come since my petty high school relationship with that...child. So immature. ANYWAYS, it's all good now. With my cute military man and beautiful child.

Anyway, I'm going to try to get Valerie to take a nap. Maybe I'll read. Woot.

Shit, I think Val just broke something.

Testing

At my husband's work and testing to see if this will post.

That's What You Get...

Everything has been a mess lately. My pregnancy. My marriage. My motherhood. It's all been one big ass fucking clusterfuck of emotions. And yet there's nothing I can do to stop it. Obviously my pregnancy is making it that much harder to keep my mind in check, but I'm pretty sure it was never this bad when I was pregnant with Valerie. It seems like everything was easier with Valerie... just in general.
I'm ready for a break from everything. I know I don't work and everything. But being a mother is a full-time job. Why do babysitters and daycare providers cost so much? Because someone else is raising your child full-time. In this case, I'm raising my child full-time. Did you know that if a mother was to be paid for her work she does with her children she would assume around $100,000 a year? Isn't that insane! That means being a mother is a better paying job than about 80% of people in America. And yet people abuse it by putting their child in daycare or just not teaching their child anything.
For example, I have this friend. Her kid didn't start walking (and even then it was barely) until after the child was well over a year old. Because she kept her kid in a fucking high chair and swing all day. If you don't work with your kid, they're not going to learn shit. Me and another friend used to joke about her, "yeah, once ***** picks her kid up from daycare that's all the learning the baby's going to do for the day". It's terrible, but true.
Now don't get me wrong, if you absolutely have to put your child in daycare so you can support yourself and your child, by all means PLEASE put your kid in daycare. Don't live off welfare like some nasty ass bum. But at the same time, stop abusing WIC and Medicaid and get a better paying job than your 3 hour per shift, 5 day a week job. That's a waste. You're basically working to pay for daycare. It's fucking stupid. GET A REAL JOB!
And then the people who are like that, just sit there and fucking bitch about it. "I never have any money." "My car's broke." "I can't do anything." Uh... then get a better job, dumbass. Stop being fucking lazy and go find a job. I know that's hypocritical because I bitch about not having money, but I don't give a fuck. I find ways to get money eventually. Whether that be clean my parent's house to make a twenty, or simply steal some money from my husband (lulz).
Anyway, I guess there's no real point to this post. But I do have one thing to say. And you know who you fucking are!

GROW UP. GET A REAL JOB. START TAKING CARE OF YOUR CHILD. STOP BITCHING. FIGURE OUT WHO YOUR REAL FRIENDS ARE.

It's Amazing What You'll Find

...when you just open your eyes.

Life has been super hectic lately. With cleaning and realtors and builders and family and my god. Life has been simply insane. And I just realized I forgot to wish Scarlett a happy birthday. But all is well. I just left a cute little picture on her facebook of a funky looking cat saying "happy belated birthday". yeah!

Well, I'm really excited for all this house shit to be over. It'll be really great once I'm just on vacation and I don't even have to worry about it anymore. Oh Tucson... where are you?! I know you're hot, but dear God, I don't care. Just get me out of Missouri!

Brad and I have been looking at sinks and faucets. I never realized how much fun sinks and faucets were until... now. We're also looking at awesome jacuzzis.

The pregnancy is going decent. I have my first OB/GYN appt on Friday, but I'm not even sure if I'm going to be able to go. First of all, I don't have my freaking military ID, so I have no proof of insurance. I guess that's the only thing at this point. lol. Wait, oh yeah! And to get my ID I need my license and another form of identification. However I'm not too sure where my birth certificate or social security card is.

I don't know. I'm tired. It's nap time.

Double Digits

Well, I'm officially out of the miscarriage stage with my baby (some say it's 12 weeks, but I've read 10 weeks). This baby is most definitely coming. As for an exact due date, of that I'm not sure yet. I have my first doctor's appointment with Dr. Bordson on friday. Valerie also has her 18 month check up. She's getting shots. My poor baby.

Anyway, back to #2. I have my first appt on friday. I still have worked up the excitement yet. Maybe it'll happen when I hear my darling baby's heartbeat for the first time. I remember the first time I heard Val's heartbeat. It was beautiful. Honestly beautiful. Baby #2 has some serious living up to do. Valerie is just too perfect for words and I don't know how any baby will ever be as beautiful and amazing as her. I'm so scared I'm going to love Val more than this one. And that's exactly what I don't want. I can't have that. It would be so wrong to play favorites. That's why this one needs to be a boy. If it's a boy, then he won't need to worry about living up to Valerie's standards because it will be a completely new experience all in itself.

Oh to all that is powerful, please let this child be my first son. Please please PLEASE!