Well.....

my parents now know I'm pregnant. And I didn't even get a lecture on how we can't afford a baby. Actually, it went rather well. This was basically the conversation:

Scene: Sitting at the table with Mom and Susan (Dad hadn't gotten home from work yet). Mom is trying to work out times when we can visit my grandmother.

Me: I can't get the time off of work. I don't have enough days saved up.
Mom: Well, when are you planning on quitting?
No answer from me.
Mom: Are you just planning on working there forever?
Me: Not forever.
Mom: Are you going to school this fall?
Me: No.
Mom: Why not?
Me: I need my benefits.
Mom: Why? (starting to catch on) Are you pregnant?
Me: Yes.
Mom: shocked silence followed by, How far along are you?
Me: About 9 1/2 weeks.

Shocked silence continues as she realizes I have kept this a secret for at least a month. Then I proceed to go throw up. Wish I was kidding.

When I returned to the kitchen, my mother told me that she suspected for about a week now, but didn't want to say anything because I am sometimes (yes, just sometimes, hahahahahaha) touchy about my weight. Smart woman, my mother. She said (what my mother-in-law could tell but not explain) that I didn't look fat, but pregnant. The way she put it was, "Your legs weren't getting fat, just your tummy."

So, she called my dad on his new cell phone and said, "Well, your daughter has news." Then she made him guess. He guessed a new job. Then that we were moving. Then that there would be a new baby.

Both were excited. My dad asked me when he got home if I had just found out. Uh, no. I've known for about a month. Then he was mad that I hadn't told them.

Mom and I went clothes shopping yesterday after work. I am now wearing comfortable pants to work. Unless you knew, you'd never guess they were maternity pants. I got a couple shirts for next fall (long sleeves) on clearance ($9.99 for a normally $49.99 shirt). I have 3 new pairs of pants that I can probably wear the entire time as well.

Cockroach update (for those of you who are dying to know): It's still there. Yuck.

Just A Few Minutes Before I Leave Work....

Well, there is something worse than the dead cockroaches in the bathroom. Dying, twitching cockroaches in the same corner. I'm betting money that custodial won't have to gone tonight. Let's see...it's Tuesday...gone by....my guess is Friday when I call it in and complain. Sorry, I can't stand to see the dead things in the bathroom.

Well, I've heard and read so many great things about slings that I want one now for when this baby gets here. Actually, I'd love to see what my daughter thought of it. Anything to help easy the pressure on my back from carrying her would be a godsend. So, I've come up with the great idea to make one. Yeah. I can't sew.* We'll see how this goes. I can order the rings online, and then I can choose any fabric I want. How hard can it be, right? Hahahahahahahahahahahaha. It's okay. My mother can sew, so she can fix anything I screw up. She won't let her grandchild be in an unsafe sling, so I can probably just get her to make it.

*Actually, I took a class, and I can sew a little (a button here, a button there, straight lines), but I've never been very good at it.

Not Much To Say

I got a Gmail account (thanks, Angie!). I'm still learning how to use it and all, but feel free to send me an email just to say hi.

My weekend was uneventful. Since my husband was out of town, I went with my parents and my brother to the local drive-in theater and saw Star Wars Episode III: Revenge of the Sith. I'd have to say that I didn't like it as much as the "original" Star Wars movies (IV through VI), but I was much more impressed with it than with Episodes I and II.

Best part: The concession stand. Funnel cake and grilled cheese. Mmmmm.....do I sound pregnant? And even better than that? The Rolaids they sell at the checkout counter. They must make a killing off of those. Great idea on someone's part. They should win an award. I call it the "Thanks-for-putting-Rolaids-at-the-checkout-counter-when-you-know-your-food-causes-indigestion" Award. By the end of the movie, I was eating Rolaids like candy. Okay, not really, I only had 2. I didn't overdose the baby on Rolaids.

Saturday, we went to the mall....eek! the mall! My dad needed a new weedeater. And since we were there, why not get a new garage door opener too, right? And then, of course, the real reason that we went to the mall. They have every cell phone company known to man circling the food court.

Since my brother is moving to Seattle in a couple of months, my parents have decided that they needed to get him a cell phone so that he would call them. They're dreaming. But, at least they can call him. So, naturally, I guilted them into getting me one as well. So, we go in ready to face the endless line of drivel. We will need 3 phones on one plan sharing minutes and we need to be able for 2 of the phones to have local Texas numbers and one phone to have a Seattle number. Thanks.

First place, no service in Seattle. I will not name names, but really, how can a major cell phone company not have service to most of the West Coast? Maybe they're not so major as I think. Maybe they just run a lot of commercials in my area. Anyway, second stop. Just what we need. Free phones, free calling (no using minutes) between phones, local numbers for now, but my brother can change his before he moves. Perfect. In fact, we just added an extra line for my dad. So, went in with one phone, came out with 4. Not bad. And now I have a cell phone. I'm finally caught up to the rest of the country.

So, now that we have new phones, a new weedeater, and a new garage door opener, it is time to install said garage door opener. This was a hilarious event. Two perfectly intelligent people trying to read a very, very poorly written instruction manual. I've decided that's how they make you pay for installation. You get the damn thing home and start looking at instructions and then call them back and say, "Whoa, please come install this because I can't read your instruction manual." My job was to sit around and watch and make sure my daughter didn't get in the way. That sounds easy, but my daughter was very interested in helping hand nuts and bolts to my dad on the ladder cursing the poor instructions. My mother was on the ground trying to read the same instructions and giving helpful advice like, "Well, I'm not sure exactly what this little doohickey that goes in that wheel is."

Finally at 10:30, the garage door would go up and down on its own without manual power. All that was left was to install the sensors. My father didn't think we should. Something about how they shouldn't force you to be safe.....but, since my mother and I said that we would do it if he didn't (since I'm the one with the almost 2 year old here) and you really can't bypass it or anything, Dad went all out with the staple gun making sure every inch of wire was tacked down in the perfectionist way that he does everything. Mom and I were smart. All we had to do was offer to do it ourselves. Hehe. There was no way that he was going to trust us to do it correctly (even though we would have). Therefore, we didn't have to do much of anything.

My husband came home yesterday. Yay! Of course, this is haircut week. I hate haircut week. We decided about 3 months ago that we should buy some clippers so that I could cut his hair. It looks more professional that way, right? My husband had a flat top haircut. Let's just say, I have much more respect for his barber now. Realistically speaking, we have saved a lot of money. Haircuts were costing him about $12 to 15 per haircut. The clippers cost us $23. So, every other week since the beginning of February is about 10 haircuts or so. Let's see at $12/haircut, that's $120, minus the cost of the clippers, equals $97 that he owes me we've saved.

So, I get to look forward to haircutting and laundry when I get home. Woohoo. I can't wait. Hopefully my little monster daughter is having a good day.

Apple Juice

It never ceases to amaze me how well my daughter is learning to talk. We went from a few unitelligible words to, "I want my dummy." (yeah, clear as day, too). And, "Apple Juice." "Muk (milk)." So many.

And then there are the wonderful things that my father taught her (aren't grandfathers great?). He taught her things like saying, "Ahhhh..." after you get a drink. The most recent thing that he taught her is "Buck aside." My father has said buck aside as long as I can remember. It means get out of the way. If you are in the way, he'll come up next to you and say buck aside.

So, now, my daughter gets in the way (she doesn't think so, but I'm the one doing the dishes not her) and starts saying, "Buck side, buck side, buck side." It's incredibly cute to hear this little girly voice telling me to move out of the way, but I can't smile. I don't want her to keep doing that.

The other thing that I can't smile at is the, "Mama, husssshhhhh." My husband and I will be in the car driving along and talking, and she'll be in the back seat telling us to hush. What I don't know is where she learned the word hush. I don't use that word. Shut up, be quiet, that's enough. Those all work much better for me. Daycare must use hush. I'm not sure.

My daughter is learning to test her limits not only with me but also with my mother. She was pulling up flowers in my mother's front flowerbed yesterday. She had to go inside (which she hates). Then when my daughter and my father went outside a little while later, she started doing it again. My mother made her stop and apologize for picking the flowers.
"I sawry, Mimi."

Then, my father picked a flower and brought it to my mother and said, "I'm sorry, too, Mimi." What a great role model.

On a completely unrelated note, my brother has moved back in with my parents for the summer. He and Cody were going to live together this summer before he went to law school. Well, when Cody died, there was no way that my brother could afford the place by himself, so he moved home for the summer. He's never there, though.

But, with him came Mojo, his cat. Mojo is a great cat. He took instantly to my daughter and I. He lets my daughter slap at pet him, and he purrs when I pick him up. He's so cute.

We don't have any great weekend plans. I'm just ready for work to be over. Only about 2 1/2 hours now.

Memorial Day Weekend

Well, we had a nice, relaxing memorial day weekend visiting my in-laws. We didn't do much of anything. I didn't even throw up. I didn't eat a whole lot though.

Oh, and my mother-in-law guessed. My husband had mentioned Sunday that maybe we should tell them. Then we decided not to. I walked by later when he and his mother were talking. They both looked at me. I knew something was up. I was sure that he had told her. He caught up to me a few minutes later and said that she had come up to her and said, "Are we going to be grandparents again?"

"How'd you know?" wasn't exactly the denial of the century. Apparently, the dress I wore to church made me look pregnant. Actually, when I looked in the mirror, I thought I looked fat, but my mother-in-law was willing to give me the benefit of the doubt. She had her suspicions, but when my husband patted my belly (whoa, that won't give it away), she saw him. Then she was pretty sure. At least there was no lecture about how we can't afford a baby. They're a little concerned about us, but they're excited. I say they because my father-in-law also knows. No one else does.

So, that brings the total of people who know (besides all of you in blogland) to 5. Me, my husband, my husband's boss, my mother-in-law, and my father-in-law. Six if you want to count my daughter, but I don't know if she really understands.