Just the usual day

I went to drop off Doodle and the kittens and immediately noticed that the foster mom's car wasn't outside.  Odd but that didn't mean that she wasn't there.  I knocked, no answer.  Rang the doorbell (although I have no idea if it actually works), no answer.  Shit.  I decided she was probably running late as she's not normally the type of person to just not show up and I sat on the porch with Jasmine and Doodle.  I waited and waited.  Eventually I took Jasmine and Doodle back to the car, locked it and went back to knock one more time just in case.  Again there was no answer.  I decided to drive home and find a way to get her on the phone as by now I was a little worried because like I said, this wasn't like her.  Turns out she had been at one of the animal shelters picking up dogs and cats that were set to be euthanized.  Her FIL was there the entire time but didn't hear me knock, over and over again.  Turns out, Doodle was no longer needed as they found another foster home to take the new dog so I just packed up the kittens again and dropped them off. 

Afterwards, we headed home to make pork chops for dinner.  I sat outside on the swing and watched Jasmine play in the sandbox.  Once it was done, we ate and I was actually feeling pretty good, until I burped and then began puking up everything I had just eaten.  *sigh*  It just came out of no where.  I ran to the bathroom and finished emptying my stomach and then sat in the living room watching Jasmine and Shawn finish their dinner, all the while my stomach was growling.  So the only thing I've eaten and digested today was a hot pretzel.  You could say I'm a little hungry but still a little nervous about eating.  I've decided to try heartburn pills and see if that helps any with my eating.  I bought several cans of the crappy spaghetti, maybe I'll have a bowl of that. 

Watching Fool's Gold with Matthew Mcconaughey and Kate Hudson.  Not really a big fan of his.  He seems full of himself and it makes it hard for me to enjoy him in movies.  She, on the other hand, I actually like so it's been a toss up so far.  One really nice bonus, Jasmine fell asleep as it started so I don't have to answer a million questions.  By the way, isn't it a little early for them to start the What? Why? stuff?  Why is that guy doing that Mommy?  But WHY is he doing it?  There is no way to answer any of her questions in a way that satisfies her curiosity. 

Once again onto my whining about being pregnant.  With Jasmine, my boobs got huge, fast.  It happened so fast that I have tons and tons of tiny stretch marks in the area.  And yet I still don't remember being in as much pain then as I am now.  By my third month with her, I had went up two cup sizes.  This time I'm almost up one cup.  (I'm a fricking 34DD, yes TWO D's)  I was always that girl with the smaller sized chest that NEVER wanted big boobs or breast implants.  So just tell your little girls to wish for tiny boobs and some day karma will screw them over with very uncomfortable big boobs, instead of paying a buttload for fake ones.  I am never ever without some sort of bra right now, even when I'm asleep.  And I can't find a tight enough sports bra to make myself feel like I'm preventing future... issues with these monsters.  I'm thinking of picking up a 32 and seeing if that helps.  OK, enough for what most of you probably find to be TMI.  And a quick note, if there's any guys out there who haven't had kids (or even if you have and are thinking of having another) when/if you do, shut the hell up.  Your significant other is going to be a bitch like you've never seen, like you could never imagine.  It is your job as the supportive one to just deal with it and say you're sorry, even if she's just mad at the world for breathing too much of her air.  Otherwise, you may go to sleep one night and not wake up the next morning.  Just a thought.  ;) 

Trading

In approximately 12 hours, I will be trading fosters.  I currently have Doodle and will be getting an aussie/shepherd mix.  (at least that's what they claim he is... I never believe there's any aussie in a dog till I see for myself, usually ends up being cattle dog mix)  They are concerned that the dog will escape the current foster homes fencing so they'll be taking Doodle.  I typically use Shawn as the excuse as to why I won't do more than one foster at a time (they wanted me to take both of them) but here lately, I haven't wanted more than one either.  It's a huge strain, that extra dog.  I'll also be dropping off my kittens at the same foster home so she can take them to be spayed/neutered the next morning.  Everyone looks good in the group, except for Jesse who suddenly has an icky eye.  I hope he'll still be able to have the surgery. 

A family blog plug

I thought I'd take a moment to plug my aunt's new blog.  You really can gauge their craziness based on anything on there.  ;)  Honestly, I don't think I've ever been around my aunt Jerri and uncle Perry without laughing till I'm near pants peeing.  They're both professional photographers and looking at their blog makes me jealous every day.  You'd think with that much talent in my blood, I'd be a little better with my own camera.  If you live in the Indianapolis area and are ever in need of a fantastic photographer for you special occasion, they're the ones to call.  They really treat you and your needs like their own.  And they're great to have at a party!  Ok, I'm done boosting my aunt's ego for the moment, just check the link.  http://wayneimagesblog.blogspot.com/

Dana Carvey

Ok, I'm not Dana Carvey's biggest fan by any means.  Most of the time I find him down right annoying but he does a hilarious impression of Andy Rooney.  (who I absolutely cannot stand)  It made my night.

Oh Hell

I am so exhausted.  The last few days have felt like I'm trying to walk through water.  It's difficult to do even the simplest tasks.  I was going to blog earlier but the idea of pulling out the laptop and typing on it was draining.  I know it sounds ridiculous but it's a fairly normal thing with pregnancy. 

I had to run to petsmart today to get dog food for Doodle.  I heard the warnings on the radio before I got there and knew the storm was supposed to be heading my way but I thought there was a chance that I could get out before it hit.  I had been in waiting to get the food (I don't buy my own for my fosters, it's paid for by the organization) and I was headed back to the cat area when I heard a strange noise.  It sounded like a single rock hit the ceiling and within a split second there was hundreds upon hundreds of rocks.  It was hailing.  Everyone headed to the front of the store to see how bad it was.  The trees in the parking lot were laying almost on the ground from the winds.  The hail was from the size of a quarter to the size of a tennis ball.  And everyone was thinking the same thing.  Oh god, my car.  Once the hailing stopped, many people went out to look even though it was pouring.  I stayed inside and waited on my food.  Eventually I got suckered into helping clean the cat area since no one else was going to bother helping one of the girls.  It wasn't easy considering I had Jasmine with me and you have to spray the insides of the cages, tops, bottoms, sides and the bars.  Everything has to be thoroughly cleaned for the next group who will be using the area.  Finally, we finished and by then the rain had long ago ended.  I held my breath as I walked out to my car.  I knew some in the parking lot had lost their windshields to this storm.  My god.  There are huge craters in my hood, roof and the back of my car.  There are even dents on the sides of the car.  It's pretty bad.  My insurance will be getting the call tomorrow.  *sigh*  Its the third claim on this car in as many months.  First one was for a broken windshield from a rock another car kicked up, second one was from a crater of a potholeand now this.  Say hello higher premium.  No way am I leaving my car in this state though.  It needs paint it's so badly damaged.  I'm sure the hood is a total loss and will need to be completely replaced.  I'm just glad I wasn't driving in it.  I would've just stopped and not moved.  It would've been impossible to safely drive a car in that storm.  Once again, I will be with rental car for a while.  I just hope they don't try and stick me with a tin can.  The only reason we got the SUV the last time was because husband said no way we could drive that thing they were offering.  It's just one thing after another. 

One check

We finally ripped out the shower door today.  (well Shawn ripped out)  I was able to take a shower without stepping in a puddle of water on the bathroom floor tonight.  Check on thing off our list of a thousand that needs to be done to this house.  Next for the bathroom, take out the now rotted paneling and replace with new paneling.  (no way am I putting dry wall in during this market)  At least it's something done.

I haven't been sleeping well much.  I get restless leg syndrome when I'm pregnant and there's nothing you can take to make it go away.  I toss and turn all night.  During the day, my legs hurt as if I'd been in a marathon the day before.  This I believe to be caused by some of the ways I lay in order to not feel so much of the RLS.  The only way I've found to feel better is to put my legs in the most uncomfortable position that I can stand.  Some how, that makes it not seem so bad.  I don't usually look forward to going to bed each night either way. 

I'm going to try and go get my hair cut tomorrow.  My hair was cut really short and now it's starting to look like I'm trying to grow a girl mullet.  I'm just going to ask them to cut it all off again for now.  We're supposed to go for a walk with the dogs down by the river tomorrow as well.  It just depends on everyone's mood.  I really need to get up to Petsmart tomorrow evening to get some dog food for Doodle.  I've been out for a week now. 

Maybe I'm the One, Maybe I'm the One

I've had a hell of a day today.  It's one of those days that you have to wonder if the world isn't just one big idiot growing gene pool.  I got to stand in a long line at Walmart (though it didn't bother me, I was in no hurry and KNEW it would be busy that time of day) and listen to several overweight women moan about how their weren't enough lines open.  (while listening, I counted 15 lines open)  One of the ladies was in the complimentary motorized chair they have and I kept wondering why are you bitching when all you have to do to go anywhere is move you thumb and inch one way or another?  These women got to the point where they were YELLING to customer service that more lines needed to be open, while they were still in line.  Doesn't anyone feel humiliation anymore?  Yes, there were Walmart employees who WERE NOT tending to a line... they had JUST gotten off work but you didn't stop to think that.  And besides, it's frickin' Walmart, how much service do you really expect?  I had been to several stores looking for my ice cream bars but I hadn't found them yet.  If I wasn't pregnant, I wouldn't have continued driving around but you know I did.  I eventually found them at Meijer (a store that is so far only in IN, KY, OH, MI and IL but is similar to Walmart only better service and more normal priced items) and just about did a happy dance.  They were hidden behind some other bars so initially I thought they were out to.  Once I realized they had some though, I scooped them all into my cart.  Ha, take that, all mine.  I won't have to drive around for them for another two days.  *kidding!*  While there I wanted to try on some maternity shorts I had seen a few days earlier and of course, picked up a few more items to try on since I was already going to the fitting room.  Last time I tried something on there, you could just walk in but apparently things have changed since then.  I stood next to the fitting rooms, and watched the woman who was obviously working that are, talk on the phone which became apparent was a personal call.  She looked right at me and continued on with her phone call.  Ok, maybe she thinks I'm waiting for someone.  I eventually follow her and interrupt her conversation about her shoulder pain to ask if I need someone to open the doors for me.  My mouth dropped when she said to the person on the phone 'Ugh, I have to GO.'  She went and opened the door for me all the while complaining that if I wasn't out of the fitting rooms by 10:30 that she would have to stand and wait for me to finish.  Uh, lady it's like 9 o'clock, if it takes me an hour and a half to try on two dresses, a shirt and a pair of shorts then I shouldn't be allowed to breed.  And I'm also told to come find her afterwards so that she can lock the doors back up.  If she hadn't been super nice when I went to find her and tell her we were done, I would've went and filed a complaint with customer service.  I try to give people the benefit of the doubt (I know hard to believe coming from ME) and just assume that maybe they're having a really bad day or something is going on in their personal life, etc and let it go.  I ended up buying the shorts (which were WAY cheaper than anything I could've bought at Motherhood Maternity) and tomorrow I'm going to go back and get two of the summer dresses.  They aren't maternity but they're a good enough size that I think they'll be fine and they're made of really lightweight material.  I figure by August, I won't want to be bothered with much in the way of clothes and at least dresses have their own air conditioning.  (look mom, no seams!) 

I found something I can eat that won't make me sick.  (besides the ice cream bars) *sigh* It's canned spaghetti.  Yes, the stuff kids eat that doesn't taste anything like spaghetti.  At this point, I'm willing to try just about anything.  Most nights after dinner I spend at least an hour laying on the couch whining and whimpering.  It's been awful.  I've been making my favorite comfort foods all week for dinner and they haven't brought me much in the way of comfort.  And of course, the things I crave and want the most are things that are fried, greasy and spicy.  (mmm... ugly sticks... ok for those of you not from around here, they're fried bread sticks that come with nacho cheese sauce and they are fantastic little artery clogging pieces of heaven from a bar down the road from my mom's)  I can also drink frozen cokes but that has drawbacks too.  Turns out that since I've had almost no caffeine since I got pregnant, that now even a coke sets me off into a whirlwind of jabbering craziness that usually is only invoked by good ole caffeine rich coffee. 

I have so many little stories from today that I'm not going to post anymore... ok one more.  I walk into the gas station to get me and Jasmine a frozen coke.  There were half a dozen fourteen year old boys getting some too as I walked in.  The basic gist I got from their conversation as I walked into another isle was something along the lines of 'look at those boobies.' (speaking of *sigh* me... stupid pregnant boobs) And another said they're even better than such-n-such's mom's boobs.  I don't think they realized I was in the isle right behind them or else they just didn't care.  I waited for them to filter out till I went to get me and Jasmine's drink.  I didn't feel like being oggled.  I fill up my drink and put a regular lid on because they were out of the frozen coke lids for a 44oz.  One of the boys has the nerve to come up to me and treat me as if I'm stupid, telling me that I used the wrong lid.  Not a good idea little boy.  My answer 'Well, smartguy, they're all out of those lids so I guess a smart person would use the other ones.'  He waited outside for his friends after that.  And can you believe that I actually felt badly for being so snippy with him later.  I began telling myself that it's not easy being that age and he probably felt like an idiot and I don't know that he was one of the boys talking about my tah-tah's.  What the hell is wrong with me?

Earlier, as me and Jasmine pulled into Walmart, the song Stairway to Heaven came on.  You can never tell when she's paying attention to the radio or not.  One of the first songs she learned to recognize was a Beastie Boys song, 'Fight for your Right to Party.'  A more recent one (and I honestly had NOTHING to do with teaching it to her, it must have something to do with the fact that I turn it up when it comes on) is a song by Puddle of Mudd called Psycho and she sings the opening lines "Maybe I'm the one, Maybe I'm the one" the following lyrics she's a bite shabby on but they go 'Maybe I'm the one who is the schizophrenic psycho'  She usually leaves out schizophrenic.  So you'd think I wouldn't be surprised when she starts singing stairway to heaven.  But she sang the entire song, a song she's only heard maybe once.  Granted, she let them sing the words first and then she repeated them but she sang the whole effin thing.  I just sat in the parking lot waiting for it to end and then she said 'I like this song.  You like this song?'  It's just too bad I didn't have a camcorder or something on me.  As usual, this blog has went on too long and I need a shower.