missmiah: (Miah)
( Jul. 16th, 2014 09:57 pm)
I get so annoyed when someone asks me a question and I give them an answer, and then they tell me they're pretty sure I'm wrong because they think the answer is this other thing.

If they thought they knew the answer, why the heck are they asking me in the first place?

Also, they are wrong.
Putting this behind a cut just in case someone is silly enough to be reading this on a work computer, even though it's mostly innocent. Ish?

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missmiah: (Miah)
( Apr. 4th, 2014 09:58 am)
I haven't been in a coma or anything. I blame Beck introducing me to Tumblr. I spend far too much time scrolling through gifs and posts about Hannibal and Teen Wolf (I don't even watch Teen Wolf, I'm just amused by how angry some of the fans are because the dude who runs the show apparently can't remember his own name, much less show continuity and he's really big on killing off the POCs and the womens in the show, also people on my list ship two of the dudes who are barely in any scenes together and even though I don't watch the show I've started reading Sterek fic that one of the ladies on my list links to... which, if I may remind you, is slash fic which I generally do not read, for a show I don't watch, involving two characters I know nothing about other than people think they should do the sex) and anti-anti-vaxers trying to tell anti-vaxers to stop trying to kill us all, kthnx, with some random Labyrinth and Sound of Music gifs thrown in for variety.

The Demon Spawn is growing up fast.

The house is a mess, but I've been sick the last few days so I just don't care. We'll clean over Captain's weekend so that one of us can keep an eye on the kid while the other scrubs toilets or whatever.

Went to Colorado Springs for an Army marriage retreat last weekend. Lots of sitting around discussing how to love your wife and respect your husband, with a side of religion through in, but on the whole it was interesting. The Army paid for the hotel (the Antlers Hilton) and most of the food at the hotel plus a meal out for a date night, and they arranged child care for Demon Spawn whenever we were in a session and four hours on Saturday night so we could just get away and be a couple rather than a trio. Then we went to the Garden of the Gods after the retreat and I walked a mile and a half through some really pretty terrain.

We're hoping to go back to Colorado Springs to do some other stuff soon. Colorado Springs has a lot of touristy things - Manitou cliff dwellings, the North Pole, Cripple Creek and the Molly Kathleen mine, a creepy ass bug museum that I got dragged two twice as a child, Cave of the Winds. Stuff like that.

Sadly, I've managed almost no writing since January. Which is a huge bummer. But Demon Spawn demands more and more time AND we got a PS3 over the holiday so I've been playing Minecraft while he naps because... Minecraft.

Oops.
missmiah: (Miah)
( Mar. 25th, 2013 05:07 pm)
Previously on Miss Miah's LJ - Pictures of the Demon Spawn looking a bit like a muppet, a panda eating a biscuit and a bunny.

I've returned to organizing my life with list making because I can't remember to do anything without writing it down anymore. Plus, Captain can't be arsed to remember anything unless I write it down for him and he's pants at reminding me to remind him to do anything so...

Lists.

List for me of things that have to be done before we leave Georgia. List of things we need in the car with us when we get to Colorado. List of things that have to be done today specifically. List of things Captain has to do because I can't do it for him (believe me, I would if I could, so that I could be certain they were actually being done). There's even a list of lists I need to make.

I wish I was kidding.

On the other hand, it is times like these in which my super annoying detail oriented personality excels.

Anywho, am thinking of taking the Demon Spawn to see the creepy as hell Easter Bunny on base tonight, or Wednesday night. Demon Spawn slept through his Santa visit so we didn't get to experience the traditional small child traumatized by Santa screaming fit I was expecting, so this could give us a second chance to cross that parenting milestone off our list.

And I just had to untangle the child's leg from one of those beads on curvy metal frames toys that kids (and adults, admit it, you'd play with one - also his is much simpler than that one because he's only five months old) love. First time he's had any interest in playing with it, had it for ten minutes while I sat here calling the local kennel for the furballs boarding, and somehow managed to get his entire leg up to his thigh caught in it. Then he looked at me like "How did that happen?"

I haven't had a chance to write (anything other than lists) in ages, but I am planning to have limited internet (thank goodness for smart phones) access from the 22nd until I'm actual installed in a new house, plus a bajillion hour car ride broken up over several days, so I am hoping (knock on wood, fingers crossed) to get some fic written then.

I'll be sad to move. It will be nice to be closer to family and my old friends from college, but I've made new friends here AND I really hate moving and unpacking by myself.
I spent the last three weeks working out an incredibly complicated time table for our move - it involved sending Captain to Colorado weeks early to find a house, bringing him home, packing, clearing the house so the carpet cleaner can get in, arranging the final walk through with Asshat the realtor, either shipping or arranging some other means of transport for the second vehicle, finding a way to transport the four furballs, driving us plus Demon Spawn 2000 plus miles in as short of time frame as sanity and the laws of physics would allow and getting hotels for as many nights as necessary before we can take possession of the new rental property.

Obviously none of that will work now, because that's how these things go.

Last night, as we're in bed with the lights off going over the details of our day and our plans for what needs to be done tomorrow (because that's what boring old married people do in bed most nights) Captain says that he'd rather just pack up this house at the end of April, hop in the car, leave the keys to the second car with a friend who is willing to tow it for us, and just drive to Colorado and find a house once we get there. It would mean our stuff would go into storage until we have a place and the Army decides to it's convenient for them to give our stuff back; and it would mean I'd have to figure out how to pack clothes for three people for at least a week, bottles, formula, diapers, cat food, dog food, cat littler, a stroller, a Pack N Play, a dog kennel, a pair of laptops into one trunk... which I'm not sure is even possible. We did make sure that the new (gigantic) car seat will fit behind the driver's seat and that three cat carriers and the dog can fit in the rest of the back seat space, so it is physically possible to get all seven of us into the car at the same time.

Captain's plan is probably cheaper in the long run, and would mean less rushing around and things depending on everything going off without incident, but I hate hate hate going into a move blind.

And this is why I started taking my anti-anxiety meds again yesterday, because I'm stressing myself out over things I have no real control over.

I don't want to be homeless, even if it is just for two weeks.
I love zoos.

For real.

I also love Giant Pandas, as in I legit started crying three years ago when we visited Zoo Atlanta and I was able to see two of them in person for the first time ever.

Zoo Atlanta is currently running a program where - for an exorbitant amount of money - you can spend an hour with a small group of other people who have paid a crapton of money hanging out behind the scenes of the Giant Panda enclosure, watching the trainers run through a few behaviours with one of the pandas AND THEN THEY LET YOU FEED THE PANDA A BISCUIT.

True, you're feeding the panda through a large wire mesh door cage thing because cute adorable panda can still mess you up good if the mood strikes, but still... panda. Eating a biscuit. That you fed him/her.

Anyway, as we are moving far, far away from Zoo Atlanta in the very near future, Captain has offered to drive the family three hours each way so that we can visit the zoo and I can have this once in a lifetime opportunity (for me, anyway) if I want.

I'm not talking selling my first (and only) born child kind of money, but once all is said and done and I've added in zoo tickets, food, gas and probably a stuffed orangutan (Blaze the orangutan was pregnant last year while I was gestating the Demon Spawn and I keep seeing pictures of her baby and now I want a stuffed orange ape for my baby because reasons) and I'm looking at a three hundred dollar zoo trip, easy.

Three hundred dollars just so I can get slobbered on by a panda.

Should I?
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missmiah: (Miah)
( Mar. 9th, 2013 07:07 am)
The cooties, they spread.

Although mine are probably allergies.

Still, Miah's scratchy throat and itchy eyes and very much bad headaches plus snuffly baby equals Captain on baby duty this weekend and Miah eating some Edie's Mint Cookie ice cream.

Also, WTF is this new LJ posting interface mess? Usually I use Semagic for my blog posting needs, but I felt lazy this morning and my goodness this is horrible looking. Unnecessary buttons, stuff over on the side for no reason I can come up with other than they had empty space there. Bleh. They did this ages ago, didn't they? And I'm just really behind, aren't I?

I need a nap.
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missmiah: (Goofy)
( Mar. 6th, 2013 03:22 pm)
Prepping for the move is still plodding along at a snail's pace. Which is to be expected because while I have a huge to-do list for the move, most of it can't be completed until the first week of April at the earliest.

Which is driving me absolutely bonkers, as you can probably imagine.

Also, I'm in the midst of a manic phase which is at once terrifying and exhilirating because OMG I want to DO stuff! But I can't focus on what stuff I want to DO so I spend most of my time waffling and planning stuff and then getting distracted by shinies. For instance, last night I read the words virgin Snape somewhere and then had to go look up the Virgin quiz on [livejournal.com profile] quiz_sshg and then somehow it was four am and Captain was waking up and he was all "Did you take your pills?" and I was all "Well, not today." and then there was sighing.

Also also, somehow the Demon Spawn's saliva has taken on the same thick, slick viscosity as the drool slime from the Alien movies and that seems a bit creepy.

Also also also, today I had to go on base to get a new military ID as my old one expires next month and still has Captain's rank from two promotions ago, and it's the first ID photo I've had in almost ten years where I did not look like an immediate blood relative of Peter Griffin from Family Guy, so yay there.

And finally also, probably due to the mania, I have been ALL OVER THE INTERNET today, flooding inboxes and looking at photos and drooling at things on Amazon and buying a tiny fedora for the Demon Spawn (two, actually)...

P.S. - I did take my medication when I got up this morning, like a good girl. Promise.
missmiah: (Goofy)
( Mar. 6th, 2013 03:22 pm)
Prepping for the move is still plodding along at a snail's pace. Which is to be expected because while I have a huge to-do list for the move, most of it can't be completed until the first week of April at the earliest.

Which is driving me absolutely bonkers, as you can probably imagine.

Also, I'm in the midst of a manic phase which is at once terrifying and exhilirating because OMG I want to DO stuff! But I can't focus on what stuff I want to DO so I spend most of my time waffling and planning stuff and then getting distracted by shinies. For instance, last night I read the words virgin Snape somewhere and then had to go look up the Virgin quiz on [community profile] quiz_sshg and then somehow it was four am and Captain was waking up and he was all "Did you take your pills?" and I was all "Well, not today." and then there was sighing.

Also also, somehow the Demon Spawn's saliva has taken on the same thick, slick viscosity as the drool slime from the Alien movies and that seems a bit creepy.

Also also also, today I had to go on base to get a new military ID as my old one expires next month and still has Captain's rank from two promotions ago, and it's the first ID photo I've had in almost ten years where I did not look like an immediate blood relative of Peter Griffin from Family Guy, so yay there.

And finally also, probably due to the mania, I have been ALL OVER THE INTERNET today, flooding inboxes and looking at photos and drooling at things on Amazon and buying a tiny fedora for the Demon Spawn (two, actually)...

P.S. - I did take my medication when I got up this morning, like a good girl. Promise.
My heart won't stop pounding today.

Pick up the kid, get dizzy, lean against a wall until the world stabilizes, then take care of the kid. Lather, rinse, repeat.

I suspect this is a sign that I need to start remembering not to skip my meds anymore. Even though one of them (and I haven't figured out which one yet) is making me sicker than a sick thing consistently, being barfy is better than feeling like I'm having a mini-heart attack every time I try to do anything more complex than sitting.

In other news - the Great Pre-Move House Purge has commenced again. So far I've cleared my bathroom of everything that I do not need/want to move with us, as well as all of my shoes (but not the boots yet, because the boots live in the closet and I haven't made it to the closet yet), the nightstand and all three Unmentionables' drawers. In other words, I haven't really gone too far, only one garbage bag full so far.

However, I did finally convince myself that if an article of clothing has elastic so old that it cracks when you pull it? Then I don't need it.

I'm being brutal this Purge. Normally I'm very much a "Might need this at some point in the future, I should keep it, just in case" sort of gal. Add that to my husband who is a complete lazy pack rat (he keeps things, not just because they might be useful, but also because the trash can is in the other room and it's just easier to shove that empty bill envelope in his desk drawer), subtract my out of control insistence on having areas of the house that are ALWAYS PRESENTABLE and that everything has a place and should be put away when we're done with it... and you get some nice company ready rooms and some over-stuffed private rooms full of clutter (and twelve year old sports bras, apparently). So, brutal. If I haven't seen it in use since we moved to Georgia and/or it isn't a legal document/part of Captain's work issued paraphernalia/something we're waiting for the Demon Spawn to grow into, then it's going in the garbage or I'm trying to give it away to a new home.

Unless it's worth actual money, in which case we may keep it if we can't sell it, and then try to sell it in Colorado. Case in point, I own a wooden clarinet that is apparently fifty years (or more) old. Can't just toss that in the trash with a clear mind, can I? Probably can't sell it right now, either, because it's lived in a garage for ten years and needs an overhaul (new pads, taken apart and reshined, etc), so it will probably travel with us until I have more time to devote to seeing if it's worth fixing it up for resale.

Anywho, need to get back to today's to-do list.
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My heart won't stop pounding today.

Pick up the kid, get dizzy, lean against a wall until the world stabilizes, then take care of the kid. Lather, rinse, repeat.

I suspect this is a sign that I need to start remembering not to skip my meds anymore. Even though one of them (and I haven't figured out which one yet) is making me sicker than a sick thing consistently, being barfy is better than feeling like I'm having a mini-heart attack every time I try to do anything more complex than sitting.

In other news - the Great Pre-Move House Purge has commenced again. So far I've cleared my bathroom of everything that I do not need/want to move with us, as well as all of my shoes (but not the boots yet, because the boots live in the closet and I haven't made it to the closet yet), the nightstand and all three Unmentionables' drawers. In other words, I haven't really gone too far, only one garbage bag full so far.

However, I did finally convince myself that if an article of clothing has elastic so old that it cracks when you pull it? Then I don't need it.

I'm being brutal this Purge. Normally I'm very much a "Might need this at some point in the future, I should keep it, just in case" sort of gal. Add that to my husband who is a complete lazy pack rat (he keeps things, not just because they might be useful, but also because the trash can is in the other room and it's just easier to shove that empty bill envelope in his desk drawer), subtract my out of control insistence on having areas of the house that are ALWAYS PRESENTABLE and that everything has a place and should be put away when we're done with it... and you get some nice company ready rooms and some over-stuffed private rooms full of clutter (and twelve year old sports bras, apparently). So, brutal. If I haven't seen it in use since we moved to Georgia and/or it isn't a legal document/part of Captain's work issued paraphernalia/something we're waiting for the Demon Spawn to grow into, then it's going in the garbage or I'm trying to give it away to a new home.

Unless it's worth actual money, in which case we may keep it if we can't sell it, and then try to sell it in Colorado. Case in point, I own a wooden clarinet that is apparently fifty years (or more) old. Can't just toss that in the trash with a clear mind, can I? Probably can't sell it right now, either, because it's lived in a garage for ten years and needs an overhaul (new pads, taken apart and reshined, etc), so it will probably travel with us until I have more time to devote to seeing if it's worth fixing it up for resale.

Anywho, need to get back to today's to-do list.
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The Demon Spawn had his four month check up today. (Posted pictures yesterday, in case you missed that and wanted to see him looking like a demented Christmas elf.) Took his shots like a trooper, cried for less than a minute and then was all smiles (with just a hint of suspicious side-eye whenever anyone came close with something in their hands). He's chubby, but not obese, and he's on the short side (just like both his parents). Still hitting all his age milestones and then some, so we're all very proud on that score.

Talked to the doctor about when we should start the kiddo on solid food and she told us we could do it now, but I think we're going to wait until after he's six months old. I've heard that it's easier on their stomachs to wait that long and it would be a lot easier on us if we can get through the move in late April/early May without having to figure out how to deal with feeding the baby solids on the road/before the house is unpacked.

So... this morning was spent at the hospital taking care of baby things, yesterday was spent at the vet taking care of cat things (two hours at the vet with three cats and a little one who has recently decided the world is far too interesting to waste time on naps) and car things, Sunday was a board gamer meeting where we had to discuss actual serious issues rather than just sitting around playing 7 Wonders and Ticket to Ride (not that we didn't play 7 Wonders after the serious stuff), Saturday was Star Wars because my players want to actually fight all the zombies (yes, zombies in Star Wars... it's canon) and save the world(s) before we move.

It's been busy lately.

I need to wash bottles and shower because the Demon Spawn expressed his satisfaction with lunch by grinning at me with a mouthful of milk, then I hope to get an hour of writing in for the first time in WEEKS. Fingers crossed, knock on wood, etc.
The Demon Spawn had his four month check up today. (Posted pictures yesterday, in case you missed that and wanted to see him looking like a demented Christmas elf.) Took his shots like a trooper, cried for less than a minute and then was all smiles (with just a hint of suspicious side-eye whenever anyone came close with something in their hands). He's chubby, but not obese, and he's on the short side (just like both his parents). Still hitting all his age milestones and then some, so we're all very proud on that score.

Talked to the doctor about when we should start the kiddo on solid food and she told us we could do it now, but I think we're going to wait until after he's six months old. I've heard that it's easier on their stomachs to wait that long and it would be a lot easier on us if we can get through the move in late April/early May without having to figure out how to deal with feeding the baby solids on the road/before the house is unpacked.

So... this morning was spent at the hospital taking care of baby things, yesterday was spent at the vet taking care of cat things (two hours at the vet with three cats and a little one who has recently decided the world is far too interesting to waste time on naps) and car things, Sunday was a board gamer meeting where we had to discuss actual serious issues rather than just sitting around playing 7 Wonders and Ticket to Ride (not that we didn't play 7 Wonders after the serious stuff), Saturday was Star Wars because my players want to actually fight all the zombies (yes, zombies in Star Wars... it's canon) and save the world(s) before we move.

It's been busy lately.

I need to wash bottles and shower because the Demon Spawn expressed his satisfaction with lunch by grinning at me with a mouthful of milk, then I hope to get an hour of writing in for the first time in WEEKS. Fingers crossed, knock on wood, etc.
missmiah: (Miah)
( Feb. 4th, 2013 04:31 pm)
Ever think you were obviously going to die because you must be hemorrhaging (painlessly), only to remember you ate a giant red velvet cookie for lunch?

No? Just me?

PS - Even though I haven't posted in over a month, I'm obviously not dead (Or am I? Mwhahah), just easily distracted and super busy.
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( Nov. 16th, 2012 11:53 pm)
Somehow I ended up volunteering to accompany a friend to see the Twilight movie tomorrow because her husband refused to go with her and I felt bad that she was going to have to go all alone.

This is exactly the same reason why I ended up seeing the third Twilight movie - which is the only other one I've seen.

Thankfully, I've read Cleolinda's recaps of the books so I have a general idea of what's going on, but I will be forever sad if there is no mention of Edward's scrapbooking.
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( Nov. 16th, 2012 10:10 am)
Somehow I ended up volunteering to accompany a friend to see the Twilight movie tomorrow because her husband refused to go with her and I felt bad that she was going to have to go all alone.

This is exactly the same reason why I ended up seeing the third Twilight movie - which is the only other one I've seen.

Thankfully, I've read Cleolinda's recaps of the books so I have a general idea of what's going on, but I will be forever sad if there is no mention of Edward's scrapbooking.
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( Nov. 4th, 2012 07:20 pm)
Am out of the hospital, got out rather late last night after promising to be a good girl and stay home and rest and to not get excited or to do anything more strenuous than picking up my son for the next week or two. My OB (who technically should no longer be my caregiver but who told me to cancel my appointment to see my primary care doctor at two weeks postpartum and to see her instead because she had suspicions about my health because I'm pretty sure she's friggin' psychic or something) wrote Captain a doctor's note for his commanding officer telling them that she recommends he have the next two weeks off because I need a baby sitter and apparently can not be trusted to take care of myself or my child if left alone. We're waiting to see if his leave will be approved or not, but for now he was told not to come in tomorrow morning.

So, once again, that's awesome.

We did discover that the headaches I've been having since the Demon Spawn was born are not just annoying headaches but migraines and the reason the Tylenol hasn't been helping much is because Tylenol does NOTHING for migraines (for me, at least), apparently. Neither does percocet. Although percocet does help me clear out my stomach rather effectively, but then again, so does a migraine after its had a chance to set in for several hours without any ibuprofen (which they wouldn't give me at the hospital because I wasn't allowed to eat and ibuprofen on an empty tummy is a bad thing).

We're not sure if the migraines were contributing to the dangerously high blood pressure or if the dangerously high blood pressure was contributing to the migraines.

I did get some lovely new meds to treat the migraine, but much like the magnesium sulfate IV, the new meds mean I can not breastfeed my son. Because I am a stubborn cow, I refused to take the migraine meds today until I was able to pump one last time in an effort to provide some breast milk for the little bugger because I'm already feeling like a complete failure as a mother as it is.

Captain called in someone from the office he's assigned to on base (his current boss actually) to come babysit me and the kid today while he went to the store. That wasn't embarrassing at all.

Looking to the bright side, in the future, when the Demon Spawn is in his twenties and married and getting ready to have a kiddo of his own, I can totally remind him of how he tried to kill me from the womb. That should be worth some extra guilt induced grandparently cuddling/spoiling rights or something.

Finally, since it was make jokes or cry a lot during the latest hospital stay, I kept trying to smile and be funny and I most of the nurses joked along with me, but the day nurse on Saturday... I don't think she got my sense of humor. She definitely did not get it when I held up one of my socks as I got dressed to get discharged and said, "Dobby is a free elf!" and then made Captain take a picture.
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( Nov. 4th, 2012 10:08 am)
Am out of the hospital, got out rather late last night after promising to be a good girl and stay home and rest and to not get excited or to do anything more strenuous than picking up my son for the next week or two. My OB (who technically should no longer be my caregiver but who told me to cancel my appointment to see my primary care doctor at two weeks postpartum and to see her instead because she had suspicions about my health because I'm pretty sure she's friggin' psychic or something) wrote Captain a doctor's note for his commanding officer telling them that she recommends he have the next two weeks off because I need a baby sitter and apparently can not be trusted to take care of myself or my child if left alone. We're waiting to see if his leave will be approved or not, but for now he was told not to come in tomorrow morning.

So, once again, that's awesome.

We did discover that the headaches I've been having since the Demon Spawn was born are not just annoying headaches but migraines and the reason the Tylenol hasn't been helping much is because Tylenol does NOTHING for migraines (for me, at least), apparently. Neither does percocet. Although percocet does help me clear out my stomach rather effectively, but then again, so does a migraine after its had a chance to set in for several hours without any ibuprofen (which they wouldn't give me at the hospital because I wasn't allowed to eat and ibuprofen on an empty tummy is a bad thing).

We're not sure if the migraines were contributing to the dangerously high blood pressure or if the dangerously high blood pressure was contributing to the migraines.

I did get some lovely new meds to treat the migraine, but much like the magnesium sulfate IV, the new meds mean I can not breastfeed my son. Because I am a stubborn cow, I refused to take the migraine meds today until I was able to pump one last time in an effort to provide some breast milk for the little bugger because I'm already feeling like a complete failure as a mother as it is.

Captain called in someone from the office he's assigned to on base (his current boss actually) to come babysit me and the kid today while he went to the store. That wasn't embarrassing at all.

Looking to the bright side, in the future, when the Demon Spawn is in his twenties and married and getting ready to have a kiddo of his own, I can totally remind him of how he tried to kill me from the womb. That should be worth some extra guilt induced grandparently cuddling/spoiling rights or something.

Finally, since it was make jokes or cry a lot during the latest hospital stay, I kept trying to smile and be funny and I most of the nurses joked along with me, but the day nurse on Saturday... I don't think she got my sense of humor. She definitely did not get it when I held up one of my socks as I got dressed to get discharged and said, "Dobby is a free elf!" and then made Captain take a picture.
Had my first "Are you sure you're only carrying one?" comment today, from a little older lady, of course, who also made a point to let me know she was pretty sure I was having a boy because I was carrying my weight so wide. Also, apparently, it's pretty noticeable that the Demon Spawn has dropped because she mentioned that it looked like I was ready to go anytime now because he was carrying so low.

Yep. Old lady just told flat out told me I was looking huge... in the nicest possible "you're pregnant and I'm old" way she could.

THEN, we took the car into the dealership because the AC thing was broken. AGAIN. And when we were paying the lady behind the counter mentioned that it looked like I'd be having my kid soon because he was riding awful low.

So that's two strangers in one day commenting on how I'm carrying the baby weight.

I'd be annoyed but I'd kind of freaked myself out looking in a mirror the other day when I noticed the same thing. Bump used to be directly under the boobs, bump is now much lower. If I tighten my abs (HA), I can make the bump bounce up and down a little bit, which is freakish to watch, honestly, and I haven't volunteered to show Captain yet because creepy.

Also, in the "taking the car to the dealership" news, I got to talk to the manager because I Was Not Happy.

Anyway, supposedly the car is fixed now (HA) and it only cost us another $265, but it was going to be another $90ish in addition to that before I got pissy about it, so it could have been worse. I got 50% off the labor and 10% off the part (which was not the same part we had replaced in June because there was no way in heck I would have been paying to replace that thing), and we're back under another 12 month warranty.

However, the car repair did put a damper on my plans to maybe buy some nail polish from Sephora for my birthday, since I had to buy myself a new blower motor instead. I did get to go out to the Japanese Steakhouse I like for dinner, and some of of our friends joined us, so that was awesome.

Eat all the fried rice!
Had my first "Are you sure you're only carrying one?" comment today, from a little older lady, of course, who also made a point to let me know she was pretty sure I was having a boy because I was carrying my weight so wide. Also, apparently, it's pretty noticeable that the Demon Spawn has dropped because she mentioned that it looked like I was ready to go anytime now because he was carrying so low.

Yep. Old lady just told flat out told me I was looking huge... in the nicest possible "you're pregnant and I'm old" way she could.

THEN, we took the car into the dealership because the AC thing was broken. AGAIN. And when we were paying the lady behind the counter mentioned that it looked like I'd be having my kid soon because he was riding awful low.

So that's two strangers in one day commenting on how I'm carrying the baby weight.

I'd be annoyed but I'd kind of freaked myself out looking in a mirror the other day when I noticed the same thing. Bump used to be directly under the boobs, bump is now much lower. If I tighten my abs (HA), I can make the bump bounce up and down a little bit, which is freakish to watch, honestly, and I haven't volunteered to show Captain yet because creepy.

Also, in the "taking the car to the dealership" news, I got to talk to the manager because I Was Not Happy.

Anyway, supposedly the car is fixed now (HA) and it only cost us another $265, but it was going to be another $90ish before I got pissy about it, so it could have been worse. I got 50% off the labor and 10% off the part (which was not the same part we had replaced in June because there was no way in heck I would have been paying to replace that thing), and we're back under another 12 month warranty.

However, the car repair did put a damper on my plans to maybe buy some nail polish from Sephora for my birthday, since I had to buy myself a new blower motor instead. I did get to go out to the Japanese Steakhouse I like for dinner, and some of of our friends joined us, so that was awesome.

Eat all the fried rice!
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