I was just looking back on my blog posts, you know, just looking to see if anyone commented on anything...which you haven't. Sorry, I had to throw that in there. Anyway, I was looking back on the blog posts and I noticed that since we found out I was pregnant there has been pretty much nothing but pregnancy posts. Now I know you all love reading about my pregnancy complaint of the month but who wants to be a bragger? Not I. So as promised, here is a blog about the roaches.
As you all know, we live in the country. Like, full out, can't see the neighbor's house, have to stop and let the deer cross the road country. (OK, so it's not that bad. It's actually a community where everyone has 5 acres...but still country!) So as expected, there are many different...shall we say life forms...that we have to deal with. The fore mentioned deer, raccoons, fox, bears (Seriously, a bear stole our garbage one time! Nick found paw prints on his truck where the bear was looking in the windows) frogs, snakes (scary!) and apparently roaches. We had the house sprayed as it was being built and the company comes out every year to spray again as part of their guarantee. So nothing to worry about right? Wrong. Two weeks ago we were upstairs and saw a roach. It was in the unfinished bonus room so my thought was as long as they aren't in the actual house, no big deal. Plus, it was the first roach we've seen since moving in. Well a couple days after that, again while in the bonus room, another roach. OK, that was weird but again it was upstairs and both roaches were right by the opening into the actual attic. Well...in the past week there have been two roaches in the house!!! Nasty! I hate roaches, I think we should coordinate a world wide effort to kill them all (along with toads and alligators. Snakes are working their way onto that list too). And these weren't little roaches either. They were big, fat, black roaches and they looked like they could probably fly. Thank God Nick was home to get them because they are the one insect that I will run screaming in the other direction. Actually, for the first one I jumped on the couch, curled up into a ball, and put two blankets over me (including my head). Hey, they look like they could fly, remember? And the second time I took the dogs and ran into our room with them, closing two doors between us and the roach. Needless to say, Nick is calling the bug people this week. Any other insects or spiders, I kill with no problem. Lizards I pick up and put back outside. But roaches. I just can't handle that.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Saturday, June 26, 2010
For Katie (and Tard)
I'm figuring (is that a word?) that I'm going to have a once a month blog because that's what it seems to be anyway. I think of things to blog about but then I either have to go to work or I get distracted by something at home or something like that. Plus, I feel like there hasn't been a major event in the past month that I really want to share my thoughts and feelings with the whole blogging world about. But, Katie asks for a new blog, therefore Katie gets a new blog. And everyone thinks I'm the spoiled one.
I suppose I'll start with pregnancy stuff. I'm 24 weeks now and finally looking like I might be growing a child. I feel like the past month has gone by really fast, but I realize more for reasons that have nothing to do with the pregnancy. I can feel her kick a lot now and I'm starting to call her Alexa or Lexie instead of "the baby". (That's her name and I'm sticking to it!). When I first found out I was pregnant all these people told me "just wait until you feel the baby kick, it's the best feeling in the world..." Let me tell you, I've been feeling her move around for probably about two months now and at first, I was not impressed. It feels like gas bubbles, I do not understand what's so exciting and wondrous about feeling like you're going to fart soon. I actually didn't tell anyone that I felt her at first because I didn't want to fake through the whole conversation about how cool it is to feel the baby move. Now that she's bigger (the size of a papaya?) when she kicks it's more like a nudge or poke from the inside and a lot of the times I can actually see my belly pop out and shift as she's moving around. OK, now it's cool. Now we can talk about it. I suppose I'm getting more pregnancy symptoms too. I didn't think I was getting cravings until Nick pointed it out. And if I don't eat often I get cranky and don't feel very well. My butt is huge (even more so than it used to be). Who gets pregnant and immediately grows a ghetto booty?!?! Apparently, I do. Not that there are any of my male relatives reading this (especially after the butt comments) but if you are, I suggest you stop now because I'm about to talk about my boobs. THEY ARE GIGANTIC!!!!! You know, for me. I want my little boobies back. I realize I'm not going to get them back for a long time but I don't care, I want them back now. At first I was excited that there was a crease under them or that they kind of bounced when I ran. (Katie and Britt, I know you can appreciate that) But now, it's getting old. I've always enjoyed my freedom of being able to walk around my house in a t-shirt with no bra on but now it's just annoying. And they're not even super perky! If I'm going get boobs I should be able to get nice ones!!!! Plus to top it all off there are two stretch marks on them!!!!! Gross! I know! I realize that might not be completely appropriate to write on my blog but you can't say I didn't give you fair warning. On a more positive and less bitchy note, I do enjoy my shirts fitting better. And I really like bragging about them to those of you who still have the boobies. I guess it's more of a lesson in being careful what you wish for because what I had before was just fine, thank you very much!
George came up for a few days so that he and Nick could paint the nursery and it looks awesome! Nick was all about painting stripes or dots or something like that. Me...not so much. But I decided that he is usually good about choosing paint colors and it was essentially a battle that I didn't really care to fight. I eventually talked him into toning it down by painting a pale green on the bottom part of the room and then doing light pink and slightly darker pink stripes on the top part. Yes, that is the calmed down version. All I have to say is thank God for George and the patience and expertise he had to tape off all the stripes. I love my husband very much but if he had tried to do that alone, every stripe would have been a different width and they would all be crooked. And anyone who knows me well enough to read this far into this blog knows that those are two things I just can't handle. I have to say, even with it all symmetrical and perfect, I was slightly overwhelmed by all the color until we started to put the dark furniture in. Grandma's chair looks perfect in the room along with my old bookshelf and one of the dressers dad found at a garage sale a few years ago. Mom and Grammy came up last weekend to return the dogs and ended up buying the rest of the furniture we needed. Mom got us the crib I wanted and Grammy got the changing table (thanks mom and Grammy!!!). They are supposed to come in sometime next week so I'm getting pretty excited to put it all together. Here's a picture of mom and I in Grandma's chair (and Wolfie)
And one of Grammy and I in the nursery.
Katie, I hope this has been enough blogging to hold you over for a day or two. Maybe if we are slow at work (wishful thinking) during the next few days I'll blog about more exciting things like our current infestation of roaches (there have been two!) or our most recent trip to the vet's office for check ups (Wolfie thinks he owns the place). I know, you can't wait. Get excited.
I suppose I'll start with pregnancy stuff. I'm 24 weeks now and finally looking like I might be growing a child. I feel like the past month has gone by really fast, but I realize more for reasons that have nothing to do with the pregnancy. I can feel her kick a lot now and I'm starting to call her Alexa or Lexie instead of "the baby". (That's her name and I'm sticking to it!). When I first found out I was pregnant all these people told me "just wait until you feel the baby kick, it's the best feeling in the world..." Let me tell you, I've been feeling her move around for probably about two months now and at first, I was not impressed. It feels like gas bubbles, I do not understand what's so exciting and wondrous about feeling like you're going to fart soon. I actually didn't tell anyone that I felt her at first because I didn't want to fake through the whole conversation about how cool it is to feel the baby move. Now that she's bigger (the size of a papaya?) when she kicks it's more like a nudge or poke from the inside and a lot of the times I can actually see my belly pop out and shift as she's moving around. OK, now it's cool. Now we can talk about it. I suppose I'm getting more pregnancy symptoms too. I didn't think I was getting cravings until Nick pointed it out. And if I don't eat often I get cranky and don't feel very well. My butt is huge (even more so than it used to be). Who gets pregnant and immediately grows a ghetto booty?!?! Apparently, I do. Not that there are any of my male relatives reading this (especially after the butt comments) but if you are, I suggest you stop now because I'm about to talk about my boobs. THEY ARE GIGANTIC!!!!! You know, for me. I want my little boobies back. I realize I'm not going to get them back for a long time but I don't care, I want them back now. At first I was excited that there was a crease under them or that they kind of bounced when I ran. (Katie and Britt, I know you can appreciate that) But now, it's getting old. I've always enjoyed my freedom of being able to walk around my house in a t-shirt with no bra on but now it's just annoying. And they're not even super perky! If I'm going get boobs I should be able to get nice ones!!!! Plus to top it all off there are two stretch marks on them!!!!! Gross! I know! I realize that might not be completely appropriate to write on my blog but you can't say I didn't give you fair warning. On a more positive and less bitchy note, I do enjoy my shirts fitting better. And I really like bragging about them to those of you who still have the boobies. I guess it's more of a lesson in being careful what you wish for because what I had before was just fine, thank you very much!
George came up for a few days so that he and Nick could paint the nursery and it looks awesome! Nick was all about painting stripes or dots or something like that. Me...not so much. But I decided that he is usually good about choosing paint colors and it was essentially a battle that I didn't really care to fight. I eventually talked him into toning it down by painting a pale green on the bottom part of the room and then doing light pink and slightly darker pink stripes on the top part. Yes, that is the calmed down version. All I have to say is thank God for George and the patience and expertise he had to tape off all the stripes. I love my husband very much but if he had tried to do that alone, every stripe would have been a different width and they would all be crooked. And anyone who knows me well enough to read this far into this blog knows that those are two things I just can't handle. I have to say, even with it all symmetrical and perfect, I was slightly overwhelmed by all the color until we started to put the dark furniture in. Grandma's chair looks perfect in the room along with my old bookshelf and one of the dressers dad found at a garage sale a few years ago. Mom and Grammy came up last weekend to return the dogs and ended up buying the rest of the furniture we needed. Mom got us the crib I wanted and Grammy got the changing table (thanks mom and Grammy!!!). They are supposed to come in sometime next week so I'm getting pretty excited to put it all together. Here's a picture of mom and I in Grandma's chair (and Wolfie)
And one of Grammy and I in the nursery.
Katie, I hope this has been enough blogging to hold you over for a day or two. Maybe if we are slow at work (wishful thinking) during the next few days I'll blog about more exciting things like our current infestation of roaches (there have been two!) or our most recent trip to the vet's office for check ups (Wolfie thinks he owns the place). I know, you can't wait. Get excited.
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