Dreaming What Ifs...

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To guess again -

Wendy
tigerlambgirl
Grim Reality Girl
Bethany
Jennifer R (My sister)
Caroline

Oh, and as much as I LOVE Western Oregon - spring can be quite irritating.... On Wednesday, the temperature was 65°F (18.3°C) and then Thursday the temp jumped up to a whopping 89°F (31.7°C) and today - destined to be somewhere around 95°F (35°C).  This pregnant body has NOT had time to acclimate to the heat.  Anyone have an ice bath they would like to donate? 

Heat + Karmyn = misery

Heat + pregnant Karmyn = A Real Bitch

And yes, it is true:  My cheery disposition has downgraded tenfold.  If Grumpy was a female, she'd be me.

The Small Smidgen

I trust Dave completely.  Don't get me wrong.  I would never think he was cheating.  However, there is that small part of my brain that always has that smidgen of doubt.  So, when I heard the new co-worker was a single 44 year old female named Karen I felt that small smidgen tickle the back of my brain. 

Dave works in a very male-dominated industry.  He travels tons and often spends the night away with co-workers.  They work together, dine together, and stay in the same hotel while away.   Before, these travel companions were always male co-workers.  Dave would come home with stories about wives and kids of these men.   That small smidgen never gave rise.

So, when Dave told me he would be helping Karen out for a while, I just smiled and nodded, but that small smidgen grew a little.  He was out the door at 6am and not home until 10pm.  The small smidgen grew a little bigger.  When he came home and told me a "Karen" story, I smiled through fat pregnancy face and felt that small smidgen grow even bigger.

It is not easy being pregnant knowing ones husband is spending a large amount of time with a female co-worker one has never met.

And then Dave came home Monday evening after a very long day which started at 5am.  "I had breakfast at Karen's house this morning before we went to the mill."

"Oh REALLY?"  I snarled, feeling that small smidgen expand to the fullest it has ever been.

"Yeah, it was great....I got to meet her partner, Lisa."  He continued.  "Both really nice gals.  Lisa is a hockey player AND a cop."

*POP* - that small smidgen?  Gone. 

I smiled happily at Dave.  "That's great.  I'd love to meet them sometime."

Update #3 - The Snoring Snoozer Sits Suspended

First off -

Christine

Johng

JennFL

and Molly -           TIME TO GUESS AGAIN.  Obviously, no birth yet.

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HOLY FREAKING SHIT - notice there aren't any mothers in the crowd of THIS video?

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Last week as I was getting ready for bed and I started having contractions - these were NOT the Braxton/Hicks variety but honest to goodness REAL contractions.  I was excited, but realized I wasn't ready as I packed my hospital bag in a panic.    The 45sec-1min contractions occurred EVERY 3 minutes.  After 3 hours, I realized they weren't progressing or getting stronger.  At 2:30am, I finally managed to fall asleep.  By 10am the next morning the contractions came to an abrupt halt.  I was a little bummed out....

But I figured a full night of contractions surely must have done some work in the cervix area right?  WRONG.  My doctor checked me on Monday - NO FREAKING CHANGE.  I'm still 2cm dilated.  The baby has dropped slightly - but only slightly. 

And in other glorious news - I am now snoring.  I kept Dave up last night from it.  I find it hard to believe considering I was up EVERY HOUR to urinate.  But, he swears it to be true.  He deliberated waking me up to roll over, but decided not to - so he went and slept on the couch.  And when I rose at 4am to sore hips, I stomped out to the couch and kicked him off, demanding to know what he was thinking sleeping on "MY" couch.  (I could have used this for my Fun Monday post, I think)

Oh - and I'd like to officially congratulate MARGARET on her wonderful news of pregnancy.  It is her first child.  I should warn her not to read any of these updates - don't want to scare her off, you know?  But hey - guess what....the baby has moved and is sitting on a nerve.  So - my entire Left Thigh is numb.  But not Comfortably Numb - painfully numb (any wrong movements on my part sends shooting pain into the numb area.)

I'm trying not to complain - okay, that's not true.  I am complaining because I'm ready for this baby to be O U T !!!!!  (but never ready for him to be thrown off a 50ft building for good-luck)

Fun Monday or I was a REALLY mean mom

Sauntering Soul hosts this week and has asked for everyone to spill their little secrets about being a jerk. I'd love to claim that I've been a sweet lovable gal all my life, that I've never been mean-spirited.  But, that would be a lie.  So, I will spill the horrible truth.  I have been a jerk, more times than I care to admit.  One such incident is clear in my memory.  The following was not one of my better moments.

This story occurred four years ago when Jammin' turned three.  His grandparents gave him a helium balloon for his birthday.  He was so excited.  He loved that balloon and we took it everywhere with us.

This helium balloon was not a typical one, in which the slow air leak renders it helpless after a few days.  No, this balloon lingered on and on and on.  The helium within seemingly pristine.   I swear that balloon was alive.

After three days of the balloon riding around in the car, trying to escape, and bonking me in the head while driving, I couldn't take it anymore.  I hated it.

I slid the van door open and that damn balloon flew out of the van.  Jammin' cried out, "Catch my balloon mama."

So, catch it, I did.  I grabbed that balloon by the string, held it down to the ground and STOMPED on it with all my might.   I heard the self-satisfying "POP" and smiled in relief.  That damn balloon was history.  I grinned at the flattened bit of latex rubber at my feet.  I was happy.....

Until I looked up at the face of my son.  Crestfallen and horrified.  "Mama!  You popped my balloon."  Tears streaked down his little face and suddenly I knew I was the BIGGEST JERK EVER in the history of the world.

I've never popped a balloon again in my entire life.....honest.....well, at least not when the kids are watching.

To Everyone who Participated in my Cyber-Baby Shower

And especially to Swampy for hosting!