Ramblings.

23 Jul

First of all – OH. MY. GAWD! The crib I want is on sale on Amazon. The Stork Craft Monza II. It’s so pretty. Just need to talk M into taking the plunge and ordering it. We’re slowly amassing baby items (we have a highchair, a travel system, a diaper pail, and a jogging stroller), but nothing, and I mean NOTHING, makes me as excited as this crib does.

I want this crib!
See how pretty?

We had a yard sale over the weekend. We didn’t get rid of nearly half our stuff, but we did make $400, so I’ll take that. Hooray, Marineland passes! Unfortunately, the stupid race-ready go-kart M picked up for SIX HUNDRED FUCKING DOLLARS did not go. I told him not to buy it. I told him! He wanted to get T into racing it, but it’s too damn fast. And it cost SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS. Nor did the bumper car that he just showed up with one day sell. “Oh, it’ll sell so fast, don’t worry. It’s from Crystal Beach before it closed down, we’ll get like $200 for it!”… No, no we won’t. At least not so far. We’ve been offered $50 and we’ve had it for a good 2 months at least. And us women get flack for shopping? At least clothes and shoes are useful.

My pregnancy is still going well and will hopefully continue that way. I post in some pregnancy forums and a girl posted this morning about how she just lost her baby at 17 weeks along. I hate reading those kinds of posts. It’s so sad for the people who are actually living it, I can’t even begin to imagine their pain, and it just scares the hell out of me. There were no signs, nothing. She just went to her doctor and discovered her baby had gone. It breaks my heart to think about it.

On a happier pregnancy note, I think my boy has inherited his parents taste for spicy foods. I had a spicy taco over the weekend, and oh my goodness, the kicks I felt! They were so strong! Today as well, I had a spicy chicken Mr. Noodle, and before I was even finished it I could feel him flipping all over in there. I mean, that could be a sign that he hates it, but I’m just going to go with him having a genetic disposition for it. No heartburn for me either, hooray!

Something in this room smells like feet really bad. It’s not me, either. The kids aren’t home, and neither is M. I think it’s the air conditioner, which means I’m just going to have to suck it up and deal with it, because no way in hell am I turning it off and sweating my metaphorical balls off all afternoon. Screw that.

I guess I should get going, B has cheer today and I need to pack her snacks. Hopefully something interesting will happen this week so I can post something other than whatever pops into my head for a change. I really suck at this blogging thing. Until next time!

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