A peek inside my head

23 10 2007



The first thing I’m teaching this kid to do is make phone calls for mama

16 10 2007

Whenever there is significant movement in my belly, the kind that would make onlookers Ooh and Aah or maybe cringe, no one is looking.  Then when I announce that someone is stretching/flipping/dancing in mah belly and everyone looks or puts their hand on my bump it stops.  So I was pretty lucky to get a little bit recorded last night.  This video is representative of what is about middle-of-the-ground as far as intensity of belly punches as of late.

Only watch the first half, mostly around 18-25 sec in.

As the baby gets bigger and stronger I’ll be able to get better videos, hopefully.

Now, you know what I hate? Talking on the phone.  Especially talking on the phone to strangers that are supposed to be helpful but act like I’m calling to say I just ran over their dog and pushed their grandma down the stairs and why are you mad at me?  People like my insurance company.

Dear insurance company, if you didn’t want me to call you then why did you give me you phone number next to the words “if you have any questions please call”

For days now I’ve been trying to figure this stuff out, calling mean insurance people who forget to tell me important infomation, calling less mean insurance people who tell me that last guy must have forgot to ask me for that important information, sending paperwork over and over to a building that I would be happy to drive to if it ment things would move along, but they don’t like that idea…Oh My Hell People!  I have enough to worry about right now, I don’t want to be unsure that the insurance company will take care of things if/when things need taking care of. 

anyway, I am 90% certain that things are finally in order…plus I have my bedroom back now, that means I can now see straight enough to call and write people back that I have been ignoring (sorry) so as to use all my energy placing voodoo spells on certain Utah insurance people…

Urine for a treat…

13 10 2007

I’ve been researching diapers, cloth vs. the all in one reusable, and I’ve been reading a lot about infant potty training (or Elimination Communication) , hoping/wondering if I can manage it.

Also? Do you know how many times I have to pee during the day, even worse, during the night?

 What I’m saying is I think about pee all day.

So what else could I write about but pee stories as well?

age 4: Standing on the edge of a diving board at swim lessons I can’t hold it any longer and start to pee.  Even though I wasn’t afraid to jump, I was afraid that the coach waiting for me in the pool would notice my weak bladder if I didn’t finish before I jumped.  So instead of being able to show off how brave I was I pretended to be scared, like the girls ahead of me, until my bladder gave me the go ahead to jump.

age 5:  I didn’t get off the tire swing fast enough for a certain little boy and so, just as he threatened he would, he positioned his stream of urine perfectly in-line with my swing’s path.  I ran to the bathroom crying and a teacher, misunderstanding the situation, brought me a spare pair of shorts thinking I had had an accident myself.  I think I was more upset about the teacher jumping to the wrong conclusion. (I think that same boy peed down the slide when I was trying to climb it backwards, but then he slid down and pretty much wiped everything up with his shorts)

age 9: Summer still means playing make-believe games in the backyard until it’s time for bed.  My friend Sara and I can make a game out of anything and spend hours flipping each other off of the hammock in my backyard.  I think this was the first time I actually peed a little from laughing so hard.

age 21: I nanny for seven children.  The youngest girl was 5, and like most 5 year olds, she would occasionally have an accident.  I think she once came home from school in different pants than I had sent her off in, and once we had to talk about coming in from playing once in a while to use the toilet before it’s too late.  None of this is really all that interesting or unusual… what was kinda funny/frustrating is that she would pee where she stood if she was suddenly excited/scared/surprised… Like a puppy.  She peed in the kitchen when her brother said he was locking the doors because there were burglars outside.  She peed when it was announced we would all be going to the zoo for the day!  (I know the lack of bladder control can be a sign of something more serious but this only happened maybe 3 times the 1 1/2 years I was around and she never wet the bed at night…)

age 24:  I am afraid to sneeze.


4 10 2007

Of course you already knew this…

October is:

Just to list a few…

I thought I’d link to a few of these because I was unaware of most of them.  Breast cancer gets plenty of TV air time as well as turning everything in most department stores pink, but I hardly hear about any of these others.  There are certainly many more causes that claim October as their month of awareness and I don’t mean to discriminate, but these are the ones that jumped out at me.

Now I’m off to clean.  I sleep in the guest room, so when actual guests come I have to clean up the room and move to the couch in the basement.  Grandma comes tomorrow.