Overachiever?

The time is currently 7:55am and I have already eaten breakfast, folded about 2 loads of laundry and did a general pick up of our room's floor.  Not only that:  but I'm dressed.  And I'm not meaning I threw on a new shirt and I'm still wearing the same old sweat pants that I've been wearing for 4 days straight.  Nope.  I am wearing jeans and a t-shirt.  I. Am. DRESSED.  Why?  I have absolutely no effing idea.  I know that I cleaned up for the landlord coming.  But the whole reason to be dressed completely blows my mind.  Generally, I don't have a reason to be dressed for the day.  I'm kind of excited that I motivated myself enough to do so. 


Well.  Let me first off on saying that I'm sorry for my (lack of) a last post.  The person I was referring to probably still has no clue that I'm completely annoyed with them.  It's kind of hurtful.  I don't want to resent this person, but I don't want to tell them how I feel because I don't want to hurt them.  This year has been very trying for them, and I don't want to complicate matters. 


So I'm going to bottle it up.  Apparently he/she doesn't want to hear what I have to say, even when they ask for my opinion.  So I'm gonna clam up.  They know that they are slowly ruining their lives.  So why should I even let them get me down?


Okay...pregnancy stuff!


I am growing impatient about finding out the sex of the baby.  It's only 10 days away (God willing) and I cannot wait!  Everyday it gets a little more exciting.  I want to know if I need pink stuff or blue stuff!  Gah.  It's like when you're little and you know a big trip is coming up.  That sort of new/exciting feeling in the pit of your stomach that keeps you up at night.  Hrmmm...maybe that feeling in the pit of my stomach is actually the baby doing flips?  Because he/she is doing that now.  Anyway, I'm too excited.  Maybe the tech could also say if I'm a little further than what the doctor's think I am?  I'm still convinced that I'm too huge for 5 months. 


Oh wait...I was huge BEFORE I got pregnant.


I sometimes forget that I'm a hippo.


Now, a little excitement.  I had a little worry attack.  Starting on Monday morning until last night, I didn't feel the baby at all.  Like....at ALL.  I freaked!  Mainly because I felt the baby everyday at least once for almost 2 weeks up at that point.  So I was worried.  I didn't know what was going on.  I tried to conivce myself that it was just in a different place and I couldn't feel it.  Or that I had a sleepy baby during the day and secretly at night the baby was kicking up a storm.  Or maybe what I was feeling for the past 2 weeks it wasn't really the baby...and more like my muscles.  Again, I tried to convince myself.  I made Greg and my Mom go nuts.  But secretly, I was out of my mind.  I can't help it.  My mom had a normal, perfect child (ME!) before she had a miscarriage.  Compared to me, it's a story of once bitten, twice shy.  So I want to be prepared for anything bad that might happen. 'Cause ya know, I'm not COMPLETELY deranged.  After a really hard time trying to convince myself that everything is fine, I finally relaxed


Anyway...last night Greg and I were watching American Idol while we ate.  And at one point, I leaned back and kind of rubbed my belly.  It was one of the performaces and I was zooning out (I don't particularly care for this preformer) and wouldn't you know....the little bugger was DANCING.  You could see my belly push up and down at spots.  Baby boo was going nuts.  I couldn't believe it.  I felt the baby flipping and punching.  The kicks seemed to be coming from everywhere. 


My kid is going to drive me to my grave.  And it might happen in utero if he or she doesn't stop making me worry.


Since the weather is be-u-t-ful I think I'm going to go for more walks in the up coming week.  Might as well, right?  Walking is good for both me and the baby.  And it let's Mommy get out of the house.  The only problem is that I live in the Ghetto.  And there's really no good place around me to walk.  We live in an area of th city that isn't completely terrible...but it's nothing like Newmanstown.  Where you can walk until the streetlights come on, and the only trouble you'll get into is your mom yelling at you for being late.  Here it's crazy drivers that don't watch where they are going.  And young kids who think they are badass.  My phillosophy is that if I don't bother you, don't bother me.  Greg makes me take a knife or something when I go out for walks, but I don't like to do that.  But I do understand that people are messed up and will try anything.


Well I think I'm going to take my overachieving butt for a walk, since the birds sound so pretty.
Until Next Time:
~MommyToBee