Uh, 3 months ago until now

This was written on 4/6/09, not sure why it says February.

Yes I'm a slacker. Here is why:

I am taking 2 classes this semester. I wouldn't have put myself through it except that I would have to start paying back student loans if I drop below full time. So I'm also taking a class this summer, but I am assured that the baby will mostly sleep during the first 3 months so yippee.

Work is killing me. 2 months ago they let a girl in my department go. I got all of her work. Most of it is incomplete and untraceable. We've had to scramble to get things organized and figure out what stage of a project we are on. Plus I have the other team I need to take care of. Nightmare. I'm hoping to get this all done before I go on leave.

Baby classes. Only had 1 so far but that's 3 hours out of a week I'm missing.

House has no room. We need to rearrange furniture, buy more furniture, get my Uncle Steve to put in 1/4 round and a ceiling fan in our new bedroom so we can move that around and put the baby in the lavendar room.

Soap. Chris and I have been watching old TV shows and are in the middle of Soap. We also went through all of Sledge Hammer. This is how we relax. I think next month is the Monkees or the Muppet Show or F-Troop. thank you netflix.

I don't sleep. I fall asleep at about 9, then wake up at 1. Sometimes I can't go back to sleep because a certain person has a cold and is snoring worse than usual. I used to be able to sleep through all of this, but now my body is too instinctual. I always wake up a few seconds before he comes in the door. He did a sleep apnea test just in case (he spent about 4 weeks sleeping on the couch on weekdays), but it is luckily so minor that he doesn't have to get a silly mask. No I use ear plugs, which work most of the time (thank God!).

I really want some chocolate right now.

So, she's a girl for those who don't know. 3 ultrasounds have said that, and I got a bunch of pink stuff for my shower yesterday so she had better be a girl. Chris is so excited. He wanted a "daddy's little girl", so he doesn't have to worry about using tool sets or playing football. He talks to my tummy all the time. BTW I have the WORST stretch marks. I drew on them the other day and made a landscape.

Chris is excited about decorating the room all girly but realizes that we can't do much on our budget. He is just happy that she is healthy.

I'm going to write some more this week, promise. I had a shower thrown by my fantabulous sister-in-law, a heartbeat scare when she wasn't kicking as much as usual, and the frightening idea that she might have macrosomia, which means "big baby". Ack!