Sunday, July 12, 2009

40 Weeks

No baby.

If he didn't show up by the 11th, they were going to do a C-Section. Problem is ... apparently the the hospital's maternity ward is rather small and they are backed up and don't have an opening.

Hmmm.

So, we wait.

In the meantime, I've read countless books and have taken countless naps. There is so much I WANT to do but physically, I CAN'T do. It is frustrating. I am also very tired of being so huge and uncomfortable.

The good news is I was finally able to put my earrings back in my ears. At least I am not overly bloated these days. It could be that I am constantly on the move because I am so darn uncomfortable!

At this point, I don't think BabyH is going to show up anytime soon. We shall see.


I accomplished several household things during my first week off work. The A/C is repaired and protected from sharp puppy teeth. We have a side yard dog run installed now - we don't keep the dogs in it but it is available should we have guests who don't like dogs and we want to use the backyard. My truck is detailed, beautiful and parked in the garage. The crib is built and outfitted with cute bedding. My bag is packed. The laundry room is clean. Puddy is bathed. My nails are painted. I even shaved my legs (no easy feat considering it is nearly impossible to bend over) and the stair railings are cleaned of dust, dirt and dog hair. Outside of the house, I went to the grocery store, had lunch with my hubby and observed small claims court as research for my upcoming case against jerkJohn in August.

Finally, Mr. Right and I celebrated our one year anniversary. We went to San Diego where we checked out his new corner (partner) office overlooking the Coronado Bridge, visited Sea Port Village and had a loverly lunch at Candela's. It was a wonderful day. :-)

Friday, June 19, 2009

LA Chula Vista Law

I had an appointment this morning at 9:20 am.

Mr. Right woke up sicker than sick. Poor guy.
He had an 8:30 am court appearance in Chula Vista.
He called several of his fellow attorneys but unfortunately, none of them were available to cover in court for him.

So, I offered to drive him down there.

I rescheduled my appointment to Tuesday (fine with me, I wasn't too thrilled with the beginning of pelvic exams anyway, tee hee) and off we went. Poor Mr. Right was upchucking the whole way. Thankfully, it did not adversely affect me as I thought it might.

On the good side ... I got to see Mr. Right in action.

As for the rest of it? Court is actually pretty damn boring.
LA Law it ain't.

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Normally, I love numbers.

Much of my adult professional life has been based on numbers.
Numbers are comforting.
Numbers are logical.
Numbers are my friends.

Correction: numbers were my friends.

Pregnancy has changed everything.

And, Mr. Right didn't help matters any.

He came home last night and as usual, we discussed our days. He asked the fated question ... how are things with LFC?

I told him.

Afterwards, Mr. Right said: "Well, look at it this way Honey. You only have ten more working days left of dealing with him."

Wha??????????
T-t-t-t-ten days????

I panicked.
I counted for myself.
Sure enough, I had ten working days left before my scheduled leave.

Then I looked at Mr. Right and asked:
Why were you counting my working days anyway??

The numbers continued this morning. Mr. Right woke up as I was getting ready for work (he is normally sound, as sound can be asleep). He took it upon himself to tell me - as I was getting dressed (a miserable task if ever there was one) - "just think, after today, you'll only have nine days left. And ... less than 30 days to delivery."

Arrgghhh. Enough!!!! with the numbers!!!

I kissed him goodbye and told him to stop counting already!

Sunday, June 14, 2009

36 weeks and counting.



I went from so-so to HUGE overnight. I am really looking forward to this being ov-ah!

Wednesday, June 10, 2009

I am home awaiting my late-working husband's arrival.
Pregnancy insomnia has set in ...
So ...
I am watching television.
(and playing Solitaire - I multitask that way).
There isn't a whole lot on television these days so I am watching Hitched or Ditched.
I first came across this show last week and seriously considered putting in an application for friendR and her beau (not that I could find on the site how).

But that isn't what this post is about.

Tonight's couple is from San Diego.

The dress shop where she found her dress is the very dress shop I visited shortly after Mr. Right and I became engaged. The shop assistant is also the very girl who helped me try on dresses.

It's weird.
I mean, I was there.

I guess that is what reality TV is all about, 'eh?


On a side note with a little TMI, that was the same day I lunched with Mr. Right after trying on dresses and... he never returned to work. Oops!

(In another wine-induced bout of TMI, I did once brag to my girlfriends about that particular afternoon.)

Well.
This couple has major issues but ... I still hope they make it.

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