*yawn*

I am so tired today, I can not function. I had the worst dreams last night, the angry horrible ones where you're fighting with someone and beating on them because you're so angry. Why am I angry? I don't know. Now I feel like I've gone 10 rounds with the heavy-weight champ.

I also dreamed I was given the female lead in a Shakespeare play, but no one knew I was pregnant, and I didn't want to turn down the role, but I knew I would be very big by the time of the production, and I would not fit the costume or character. Somehow, National Security was involved, and all the actors got passes to fly through any "No Fly Zones". It's a good thing I have an active night life, cause my day life just drags.

Blah. Later I have to brave the wilds of IKEA, then onto the traditional Hallow e'en party. The party will be fun, if I have enough sugar soda to stay awake!

I'm going to work on a paper...yuck...and try to get a quick nap in sometime today. Wish me luck.

The Great Black Hunters

The cats, or I should say one of the cats, has taken to leaving us small gifts sometime during the course of the night. At first, when the dear, dead creatures would show up, it was debatable as to which cat loved us so. We've come to the conclusion that it is our little wild beastie, Violet, who has the talent of the chase.

A couple of nights ago, Hubby was awoken from slumber by the pitter-patter of small clawed feet scrabbling across the kitchen floor. As this is not a normal sound, he went to investigate. There he saw the wee beastie playing with her new toy, a rat. Hubby said that it wasn't a large rat, and she quickly disposed of it, and he then put the rat into its final resting place.

This morning I was on my way to the shower when I noticed a nice dead mouse laying close to our bedroom door. Sigh. Not the nicest way to wake up in the morning. I was a good girl and got rid of it myself, so Hubby didn't have to.

So far her count is: three mice, one rat and one bird. That one was fun, woke up to feathers all over the living room. Black feathers everywhere. No body pieces...except the head and all those feathers.

I dread the morning, when I first step outside our room. I'm glad they have their animal instincts, they are predators and need to hunt, but ick...I wish they'd leave it outside. I guess it's better than spraying the carpet or tearing up the furniture. Her efforts have stepped up in the past few days. Any time now we're expecting to see a squirrel. That would be worth something. For now as long as she doesn't leave them in the house alive, I guess I'll deal. But, it's still ick ick icky!

First Time

This afternoon is my official first doctor appointment. I've been waiting a month for this...hubby and I are very excited. It's about to become very real for the both of us. I am hoping and praying that everything is all right, the babes is attached in the right place and everything is progressing as expected. We've been assured that we'll have the first sonogram today as well. I can't wait to see the little creature that's growing into our baby. Technology is so very amazing.

Just keep your fingers crossed that we only find one in there...not two!

The strangest thing for me right now is the feeling that I'm 13 or 14 again. You know how it was. I'm not so comfortable with my body right now, we'd been having a great relationship the past few years, and now it just has a mind of its own. I'm breaking out like mad, my hair is so greasy, and my boobs are actually getting bigger. Yup. It's puberty all over again. I wasn't quite prepared for this side effect, but oh well...I guess I get to be a teen all over again for the next couple of months. God is really funny at times...I was never one of those women who longed to go back to her happy adolescent days (of course, I know very few women who would). I know I turned out fine the last time, so hopefully this second 'childhood' will be fine as well.

Gawk. I just really hate having to buy the anti-wrinkle pimple cream this time around.

OK...wish me luck! I'll be sharing news later!

Still Working

A clean house is a happy house. Mine is only midly amused right now.

Up and Down

So yesterday, the queasiness in my tummy migrated and became a spinning in my head. It made my final in Spanish I very interesting.

Today, I am house cleaning. I'm wondering if the spinning will stay in my head (fun with fumes) or move back into the tummy (more fun with fumes).

For now I will eat a bowl of Malt-O-Meal and not worry about it.

Gentlemen, and Ladies, Place Your Bets Please

It has been decreed by g-Mom One that the little one who has no name as of yet is a boy. Actually the conversation went something like this:

(Middle of talking about something else, not baby related...)

g-Mom One: You know you're having a boy, right? Even though I'd prefer a girl, they're much more fun to dress, but boys are easier."

Me: I don't think so.

g-Mom One: You could be right, but I'm hardly ever wrong about these things.

As random as it sounds...it was actually very cute. And scary. She's right, she's hardly ever wrong about these things. Funny thing is...I'm not far enough along to even begin the battery of "old wife tale" tests to determine the sex of the baby before birth. I know that science can accurately predict these things, but where is the fun in that? Hubby and I are going for the old-fashioned surprise. Plus, we like the challenge of picking out two sets of names.

There is a point here somewhere...oh yeah...so now that the gauntlet has been thrown down, I'm ready to take bets on the sex of the baby. It's too early to look for things like, how low am I caring, or what way does the pendulum swing, and my favorite, the pee-in-bleach test (fun! and good smelling too!) but anyone who wants to weigh in may. I haven't decided on any prizes yet, and as time goes by, we might have to modify the game to sex, plus birth weight and length...just so there is one clear winner. But, I'll have to get somewhat bigger before y'all can speculate on that.

Have fun and happy betting! Remember, only the bean knows for sure.

Every Campus Has One...

you know the eccentric student who makes a statement simply by being there. We have "Boom Box Girl" at SJSU. The comment I heard today, the one that made me realize that BBG is somewhat of an institution was from two sorority-type girls..."There she goes. You can always hear her before you see her."

As snotty as these girls were, they were not far off base. You see, BBG has made it her mission while at State to share her love of eclectic music with the rest of the campus. She is not an i-Pod bopper, not BBG. She is old skool all the way. She rides around campus in the morning usually, although I have heard her in the afternoon as well, on a tricycle (adult size...don't think Shriner's here) with a huge basket in the back wearing a backpack whose sole purpose in life is to carry her very large, very loud, and I might add very clear-sounding, boom box. The boom box is loaded with a strange, and sometimes pleasing, mix cd of what I'm guessing to be her favorite musical styles. One day it's the Beastie Boys followed by...get this...Frank Sinatra. One day it's pretty hard core new rock with a touch of English pop thrown in. Today it was almost exclusively seventies disco. "Ring My Bell" played a large part in my head today.

She must make a new cd for everyday. Not once have I heard a repeat. She glides around on her three big wheels...happy as can be...back and forth across campus sharing her love of music.

Like I said...this is college life and I gotta enjoy it while I can. :0

Guilty Pleasures

It started off so innocently. Everyone was doing it. It was just a fun past time...now it has become an obsession spiraling out of control. Yes friends, I mean the daemon Baby Board. Sigh. I'm wondering if the anonymity of e-mail-esque posts and heavily hormonal women is really such a good idea. I'm coming to the conclusion it's not, but at this point I am addicted to the train wreck soap opera that is real life. Perhaps if I had TV I could wean myself off the Board by watching something awful on VH1 or MTV.

Oh well. At least none of them can really track me down, but lord help me if they find this blog!

I'm feeling very icky today as well...tired, queasy stomach and sore swollen mouth. Hard to tell what's baby and what's cold. Sigh. Nothing to do but wait it out. It probably makes my patience thin, though. I want to only whine about myself, and not read some other persons whine. Whine whine.

OK...I'm going to end this before I alienate even myself.

I Need A Drink

And I can't have one. *sigh* Instead, I will make myself a non-fat banana milkshake and call that good. I might even go for the chocolate swirl. Crazy.

Meeting a Legend

Last night I was able to meet a man I adore through his works. Neil Gaiman did a reading/Q&A/book signing in Berkley and of course I had to go. It was fantastic. The reading was incredible, he has a terrific speaking voice. Very nice, very relaxing, very sexy, even (that last part was the general consensus, so not just me). During the Q&A, his humor came across so well. He writes very much like he speaks. It was wonderful to experience the "unscripted voice" and have it match the one in my head, the one I hear when I read him. As I was having my books signed, I managed to say nice things without, hopefully, coming across as a total spazz-case. I would not have traded going to the event for anything.

I have quiet obsessions...no one is ever going to place me in the category of 'Fan' with a capital 'F'. His writing has been a source of much happiness for me over the years. It has inspired me, in small ways, and given me much to think about and enjoy. So the opportunity just to hear him read and to have him tell me, "Thanks for reading and thanks for coming out" was really very special. And I now have a new Neil Gaiman novel to relish. *Happy Sigh* Life is good.