Crazytown

As of last Wednesday, we officially own two houses.  Don't we look happy?  :)

Don't call it a comeback!

WOW it's been a long fucking time since I've blogged.  I'm a loser!  I vow to try to do better from now on.  In fact, today I shall post twice...how's that for dedication?

Here are the highlights from my life over the last 2 months...

• I turned 32.
• We spent a weekend in Boston.
• We bought a new house.
• I survived the Shamrock's EDD (barely).
• IB turned 31

Those are some pretty good milestones I think.  I will say that the reason for my extended absence was the EDD.  I had a really, really, really hard time dealing with it.  I just felt like it was all I could do to get through my day and simply didn't have the energy to dedicate to much else.  On March 19, IB and I spent the day out furniture shopping for the new house and watching Pitt lose in the NCAA tourney.  Nothing too exciting but it did help keep my mind off the fact that what I should have been doing was delivering a baby.  I'm feeling a little less depressed since I made it through that day.  That's a good thing I suppose!  It is surreal sometimes though when that little thought sneaks up on me that I should have an infant at home right now.  I so wish that were true.  We love you Shamrock!

Bitching and complaining

Because I fucking can.  Just some random irritations off the top of my head.  Some of these probably don't have any rhyme or reason to them for any of you, but it makes me feel better to put them out there.

• Coming is spelled with ONE m.  It's not spelled comming.  Fucking moron.
• Pregnant 16-year-olds that walk in front of my car while smoking are taking their lives into their own hands.  I'm just sayin'.
• Sneakiness, secretiveness, and obvious witholding of information is fucking retarded.  And it pisses me off.  Stop it.
• If I didn't tell you about my miscarriage, it means I didn't want to.  Pushing me and my friends to tell you what happened is the least-classy, most disgusting display I have seen in recent history.  You're gross.
• Y-o-u-'-r-e means you are.  Y-o-u-r means your.  (Borrowed from Friends, but still pretty fucking on point.)
• Could somebody please buy our goddamn house?
• V-e-i-n is that little thing that blood runs through. V-a-i-n is what you are, but not what you mean.
• If you have a child, it should automatically become more important than you and what you want to do.  Their health and well-being is more important than being able to live your life the same way you have since you were 14.  I could kill you.
• People that give their children extra letters in their names or spell fairly common names all fucked up in an effort to be different are idiots. 
• Writing in text shorthand on FB makes you look like you are stupid and uneducated.  I mean, you are stupid, but that's beside the point.
• The phrase is "soaking wet" - not "soak and wet".  Seriously, you are so motherfucking dumb.

And, to close, I will share with you the saying that I recently saw that appeals to me on many different levels and is totally relevant to my life right now.  This is meant to be in response to what people say when they find out you've lost a baby/had a miscarriage, but I find that it could be applied in many different ways.  At least for me.

"Every time you say this happened because it's part of god's plan, it makes me think you're both assholes."

Suck it, life.

Warsh or woosh?

In the area I grew up in, there's this weird thing that renders many folks virtually unable to say the word "wash" the way it's supposed to be pronounced.  Why?  I don't fucking know.  Maybe they're drinking water from the Mon River.  Maybe they're lazy.  It's always kind of annoyed me, but what's a girl to do?

The first type of offender says warsh.  Yep - with an r.  A fucking r.  Hey - asshats - there's no r in the spelling of that word.  So don't pronounce it that way.  These are the worst offenders in my opinion.  It makes them sound stupid and classless and I really.fucking.hate.it.

The second type says woosh.  Like the sound you would make when describing a mighty wind blowing through the trees.  Again, I have no explanation for this, but at least they aren't adding a letter to the word that really isn't there.

This brings me to my washing machine (prounounced like wash), which decided to stop working on Wednesday.  IB had some of his work shirts in the machine, and when I went down to take the dogs out before bed, I was greeted by a haze of smoke and the smell of burning rubber.  Fuck fuck fuckity fuck fuck.  Apparently the pump stopped working, so the water stayed in the bucket, then it tried to do the spin cycle, which burned out the belt.  A quick phone call to my dad (who knows everything) determined that it likely wouldn't be worth trying to repair, so off we go to buy a new one.

I should mention here that we have never paid for a washing machine before.  When we bought our house 9 years ago, my dad gave us one that he had sitting around.  When it crapped out a few years later, he gave us another one that he had loned to my sis and bro-in-law when theirs went on the fritz.  Since my dad's seemingly neverending supply of washing machines has apparently run out - for the first time  ever - we are buying a new washer.  Not too shabby to be 31 and never had to make this purchase before. 

On the other hand, our house is currently for sale.  And we plan to leave the washer and dryer for the new owners.  Mostly because I want to buy a set like this...awwwww yeeeeeah.  Those suckers turn me on.  I never thought I would become the kind of woman who would lust after large appliances, but there ya go.  Anywho, our cunt of a washer deciding to break this week basically means we're going out tonight to buy a new washer for someone else. 

Therefore, instead of my first washing machine purchase being one that makes my nipples hard, it's going to be one that I couldn't care less about.  One that could be puke green in color and only have one button that says "wash the fucking clothes".  One that I will use for (hopefully) only a couple of months and then leave in my basement for the new owners to clean their underwear in.

Fucker.  :(

Keeping secrets is kind of my thing

I'm still the only person IRL who knows I'm knocked up.  My doctor's office knows, some folks on the chat boards on thebump.com know, but I'm still keeping it to myself for now.  I mentioned yesterday that I've been planning on how to tell Italian Boy (IB) for months.  To be exact, it's been about a year.  When looking for a t-shirt for a friend who was about to go through chemo (which he ended up not having to do, thank god) I decided it would be fun to buy a t-shirt that I would wrap up and present to IB when I got a BFP so I could take pictures of his reaction to finding out he's going to be a dad.  The t-shirt has a cartoon-y image of a sperm on it and it says "My Boys Can Swim!".  If you know IB at all, you'll know that he will find this hilarious.

So I have decided that I'm going to break the news to him when he gets home from work on Saturday.  Yesterday didn't seem appropriate since he had to jizz in a cup in the morning, tonight we're going to a DCI show, and tomorrow we have to go out and buy a new fucking washing machine (more on that at another time).  I'm pretty excited about it.  I kind of hope he cries (tears of joy).  Also, I can't wait to get that goddamn t-shirt from out of it's hiding spot in my underwear drawer.  I'll share pictures of his reaction when it happens.

On another note, I don't really FEEL pregnant.  Shouldn't I feel differently?  The only difference I'm noticing at this point is that my tits are a little sore (but they usually are with Aunt Flo anyway, so no biggie) and I'm hungry more often than usual.  I am now snacking once in between each meal - going with good stuff though like nuts or fruit.  I'm no skinny-minny, so I don't want to gain too much weight.  One of my friends actually LOST 12 pounds throughout her pregnancy - I'm hoping I go that route.  That would be fucking fantastic.  Also, I know from conversations with my mom that she never had morning sickness or anything like that and loved being pregnant.  That would be fucking fantastic as well.  Here's hoping!