Hulk Smash, Scare Baby
First off, happy father's day to all the father's out there: Father MC, Father Guido Sarducci, Father of the Bride, Papa Smurf, and all the unawares Baby Daddies. Also mad love to all the real Baby Daddy: Husbandido, Apostle, Voodoo Dad, and all the others who have unassigned names (yet).
Secondly, in honor of Father's Day, I got to do all the laundry that Husbandido started (but didn't finish), wash all the dishes that he used (but didn't wash), and clean up the room (that he occupies), and take him out to see a movie of his choice (when is it ever my choice, I mean really...we don't go running off to French movies. Only really actiony movies).
Anyways, he chose The Hulk, since Husbandido fancies himself to be the hulk in stressful situatiosn because rather than deal with it, he'd like to turn big and green and smash things. Funny thing is that when we went off to see the movie, there is a loud explosion at the beginning that made Bambina jump which made me laugh, but also made me feel bad because apparently we're waking up the homegirl. Husbandido asked me if we should not be going to loud movies like that because it might affect her personality. Little does he know that I drive the car, the car that goes boom, and maybe she likes the loud noise already. ;-)
So other news I might have to share is that Indiana Jones for the Wii is possibly the most awesome game ever. EVAR.
Also, I had my second rough night last week; my first one was early in the first trimester where I started to feel things loosen up and tweak. It was my hips causing me problems, and I couldn't sleep to save my life. Last week I enjoyed a SWEET salad and it kicked my ass literally. I had gas so bad that I had crazy stomachaches most of the day and couldn't find a comfortable position to lay down in. I got up at 1:30 and didn't go back to sleep until after 4AM. I wound up getting up and walking around in hopes of dislodging the goods. Didn't work, but I wound up going to work all groggy and tired, and I made myself walk around outside of the office, and that, well, did the job. I felt much better. Tonight I feel the same hard belly thing kicking in, so I'll be doing laps around the house tonight.
There are two more babies headed down the way in my family, and I went ahead and sent them gifts. I feel wierd that I don't have enough toy-ish kind of things on my registry. Should I? Nah, I figure people are already giving me enough toyish things already! Now if only I could get the so-called baby room up and running.
I feel like I might need to get a dumpster just to throw all the shit that I have in there in it. Seriously. It's our office. I was thinking the other day that I used to share that room with my brother, and wow, we didn't have half as much crap as we do now. Go figure.
Anyways, enough about silly things. Oh yah, my test results. So here's how it all came down. Any advice is welcome, but I'm sure my doc will have something to say about the situation. Anyways, my fasting test: 91. The normal levels are below 94. Sweet. Then I took my lovely flat soda. It wasn't so lovely because that shit wasn't cold like I had it the first time! I was kinda mad. anyway, my 2nd test was booyah: 192...normal level? below 172. Ew. Okay 3rd test: 162...normal level 154. Still high but not ohshet. Last test: 143..normal level 139. 'snot so bad. But yah, elevated levels all around. Guess that means I gotta do what I gotta do and do some serious cutting down.
Wierd thing is that I have all kinds of moms coming up to me lately and saying, "Seriously? You're tiny compared to where I was." Give me some time. Apparently inflating is in the near future. I can't wait to have someone drive me to work cause I'm so close to the steering wheel as it is! LOL
Okay. that was a long blog. You guys take care...and I'll get back to you later! Ciao for now.
27 weeks!
Voodoo
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just wanted to let you know that I'm subscribed to your blog via RSS.
As for the loud sounds, we were concerned about Bev going to a Justin Timberlake concert (ok, just me) - but the Dr, said that the baby is surrounded by so much fluid and flesh, there isn't much to worry about. It all comes in muffled.
Posted by: Gary | June 16, 2008 05:37 AM
No need to register for toys - you end up with them anyway and the baby ends up loving the box instead!
Posted by: sabrinasmom | June 16, 2008 01:52 PM
...and when she's done with the box, she'll enjoy the wrapping paper or the ribbon it came with =0) That gives me a good idea. Bambina will be getting plenty of shiny wrapping paper and frilly ribbons from the Tootles clan =0) Heck, I'll throw in some bubble wrap when she gets a tad bit older. (note: I edited the names to protect the innocent..and not so innocent! - Voodoo)
Posted by: Mhay | June 16, 2008 10:11 PM