Oh my...

Where to start? I'm such a looser blogger these days. Like Jenni said, I wait a long time to blog and then feel overwhelmed and perfectionistic about it so I just don't. sigh. And I want to post pictures. And every time I blog I say I'm going to. But alas, I still don't know how on this new non-windows computer. So I still cannot. So anyway, to ramble for awhile on what's happening around here... when did I last blog? I don't remember.

I went back to work the beginning of last week after having 2 weeks off. It was a LONG and not very pleasant week to say the least. It felt like about 3 weeks smashed into one. (This week has thankfully gone by much faster) Added to the fact that I have to drag myself out of bed at some frightfully early hour, is the fact that Dave has no early morning classes this semester and 2 days he doesn't have to be in to school until afternoon. I'm sure if I was a nicer person I would lovingly stare at him sleeping there and think how peaceful and content he looks and how nice it is that one of us gets to sleep in. But um, I don't. I fight the urge to bang pots and pans in the room and scream loudly. This also means that he has fallen into the schedule that both of us naturally like to be on, but I can't right now - staying up till all hours of the night and then sleeping in. So it feels like we're on totally different schedules now and well, it's not my favorite, but oh well. If this keeps up, he can get up with the baby several times in the middle of the night before he ever goes to bed.

Speaking of my husband, the funniest thing happened the other day and I feel compelled to share it with you. We were chatting and he was standing in the "pre-bathroom" area - there's a separate room with just a sink and mirror (lest you think he hangs out in the real bathroom eating fruit...) - eating a pear. As he tends to do, he had it whittled down to barely more than some seeds. And he says "just a second" and leaves the room, and then comes back without the pear core. I just looked at him... hmmmm.... he was standing in a room with a trash can inches from his hand. I said, "Did you just throw that away in the kitchen?" And he said, "Yes." and I said, "Why didn't you just put it in the trash can that was right beside you?" And he says emphatically, "Because it doesn't GO THERE!! It goes in the kitchen trash!" WHAT? Now I'm totally confused! Here's a guy who probably lost several college roommates back in the day under piles of um, things. I've never known him to be particular about where things go under any conditions, but apparently, he's passionate about where the trash should go! Who knew? Keeps the mystery alive I guess.

In other happenings, have you heard of the book, "90 Minutes in Heaven?" A couple weeks ago Dave and I went to hear the author speak. He was a good speaker and said some challenging and meaningful things, but I admit to my hesitance in building an entire theology upon his book. Anyway, it is an incredible story. He told about being in a head on collision with a semi and a couple of his limbs were severed, one arm was in the back seat. um, gross! Anyway, he was pronounced dead at the scene but came back. He then had 34 I believe major surgeries and is pretty good to go now. I just thought I would mention it in case anyone is a huge fan of that book and I could make them jealous by letting them know I heard the real guy.

And now today's installment of "Who Let the Idiot out of the House?" Most of my 6 readers are on facebook I think so you probably saw my status update a couple days ago. Oh my was that ever fun. So I'm driving my boss' big old vehicle. BIG! The think drives me crazy! And it's not cheap so I always feel a sense of responsibility when driving it. Anyway, for a while now there's been this big old trailer parked in one of the parking spots right outside our apartment. The spots are tight to begin with. I never should have attempted getting her SUV in there. But I just wheeled in like nobody's business and didn't even hear anything go bang, but suddenly I noticed that one of the large beams holding up our patio was flying through the air and then, SMASH, crashed into a neighbor's window. I just felt sick. You have got to be kidding me! The good news is that our patio didn't crash, the landlord paid for the new window, and the dear lady didn't freak out too much about the green paint on her vehicle, although I know she was less than thrilled. With an outcome like that, I might pick a special Friday night to crash all of those beams through windows. hmmmm.....

Things are progressing mostly well in baby land. I just can't believe that I only have 13 weeks left. Time is going so much faster and I frequently freak out over everything that needs to be done. I had the glucose test at the doctor's today. Um, it was a less than joyous occasion. I suppose most of you reading this have had that test multiple times. So I shouldn't make a big deal of it and act like a big wuss. But I will anyway. I think baby has been having a major growth spurt because I've been waking up in the middle of the night very hungry. So I wasn't thrilled about the fasting idea, but whatever. So I get there this morning and they take blood before I have to drink the nasty stuff and goody, I failed right off the bat so they said instead of doing the one hour test I had to do the 3 hour. Oh my. Then I had to drink the nasty sugar stuff. I felt so sick after it was all I could do to not pass out. And I felt just weird. Like I wanted to bawl and bawl for no reason. I hope only girls are reading thing. I felt SO dumb. But anyway, after the first hour, the number was too high and they said so sweetly (not!) that YOU FAILED so I didn't have to stay all 3 hours, I just had to stay one more hour to make sure the number came down. Reacting like any sane prego woman would, I burst into uncontrollable tears. I HATE IT WHEN THAT HAPPENS! So I had to go sit in the waiting room and after awhile this sweet older lady came over and said, "I don't mean to pry, but are you okay?" = ) She probably thought I just found out the child has 2 heads or something. This is not the place for such an outburst, but what's a woman to do? ack! Anyway, gestational diabetes is not the end of the world by any stretch, it's just a big inconvenience and more money down the drain. And I'd really prefer to not have a 10 pound child. But other than that, things are going well. = )

I'm excited to be seeing some Red Lake people next weekend at a friend's (Kendra's) wedding in Virgina. Can't believe we're making the trip, but it will be good once we're there I think. Um, okay, I think that's all for now.