Badmojo

Abram took off this morning for D.C. for a Lean Six Sigma symposium he's teaching at.  He'll be gone all week.  Boo.  This leaves me with no one to wait on me all week. Boo more!  And it leaves me with no one to keep the scary things away at night.  Triple Boo! 

Alas, I will survive.  I have a stack of books to read and Netflix waiting to be watched.  And a carpet installer coming tomorrow morning to measure the nursery.  Not to mention, my menagerie of animals to warn me if creepy monsters are lurking in my back yard at night. 

But still, I'll miss him.  :(

Mother's Day was really uneventful.  It sounds selfish, but I was hoping Abram would get me a mother's day card.  Or wish me happy mohter's day.  Which he did later, but I don't remember it.  He reminded me he said it.  The only person that made me really smile with that giddy I'm-really-gonna-be-a-mommy glee was my brother, who called and left me a message wishing me a happy early mother's day. That really tickled the shit out of me.  He's such a good guy.  And a good Daddy to his son and soon-to-be daughter (she should be popping out any day now). 

In an effort to not be as big as a house and as jiggly as a water bed by the time I'm full term, I purchased a couple of pregnancy workout DVDs.  I did half of one on Saturday and my body feels like I was mauled by a tiger.  Everything aches.  My ass, my quads, my shoulders, my biceps.  And it was half of the damn video.  I was out of breath so quickly and tired so easily.  Sheesh.  Either I'm waaaay more out of shape than I thought, or this pregnancy is taking more out of me than I had realized. 

Also, it looks like I'll be missing the NIN concert this time around.  The dates I could go are in August in the middle of the week...in Knoxville.  So, I would be missing work.  Which I can't do as I'm trying to save up all my vacation for maternity leave.  Grrrr!!!  Already, the sacrifices begin.  This baby better be damn cute.

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The moms

Show us the person you'd most like to switch bodies and lives with for one freaky Friday.

Jolie

I was dreading this, so it's no suprise that the picture of my 12 week belly isn't all that great.  But here we go....

Before:

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12 Weeks Along:

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Not a huge difference in this pic, but none of my pants will button and I feel like I've gained a zillion pounds.  Luckily, I haven't weiged myself at home and my OB doesn't tell you the weight unless you want to know.  So I really don't know how much I weigh. 

*sigh*

*contains spoilers in the off chance that you want to waste 2 hours of your life too*

This is all I do in this movie....

.....but I wasn't crazy about No Country For Old Men.  There, I said it.  We finally watched it this weekend and were incredibly unimpressed.  Maybe it was built up too much.  Maybe we just aren't badass and nouveau enough.  Maybe some larger picture escaped our view.  Or.  Maybe.  It just wasn't all that fucking great!

Admittedly, Javier Bardem was pretty amazing as a bad guy.  Josh Brolin was alright, but nothing profound. And Tommy Lee Jones....why was he in this?  Sure, he has a great voice.  Sure, he's rugged and wrinkly enough to fit right in.  But Tommy Lee Jones was vastly under-utilized.  He didn't come across as wise.  He came across as a bumpkin cop with the potential to be kick ass.  Instead, he does....nothing.  Talking (a lot).  Riding a horse.  Sitting in a diner.  Sitting at a desk.  Drinkin' some milk (mmm).  Dreamin' about Daddy.....fade to black....

...wait....wha?

Grr.  I don't need a lot of closure in a movie. And I even get that dangle ending thing that's all the rage these days.  (I'm sure there's a technical term)  But for the love of fuck.  Why did we just follow this guy around watching him kill people for two hours?  So that he could kill everyone and get away?  Ok, I get it.  The bad guy wins.  There isn't always justice.  Wah wah wah. 

But still.  l.a.m.e.

At least make me feel for the characters that died.  I seriously didn't give a shit when he killed the wife, or Brolin, or Woody (although Woody dying pissed me off as I was hoping to see some badassery from him and Bardem). 

In all honesty, I felt more when I saw the black dog hobbling in the desert than I did the rest of the goddamn movie. 

So there.  

So, big suprise, I have a UTI I think.  I usually get Macrobid or ciproflaxin for the infections, but now that I'm pregnant, I'm not sure what's safe.  I've been reading all these message boards about taking Macrobid while pregnant and there's a lot of different opinions, although it looks like it's still the most prescribed drug for the infections.

Of course I don't want to risk the baby, but holy shit this is uncomfortable.  Almost agonizing.  I don't want to miss any work because I'm in too much discomfort to do anything but soak in a warm bath and rock myself! 

Anyone else have UTIs while pregnant?  What were you given and how did it work out?

We had a really busy weekend.  We decided to tackle the yard on Friday and Saturday, and even recruited my 70 year old grandfather to help us with all his nice yard equipment.  (For the record, my grandfather in in better shape than both Abram and I and he doesn't look or act a day over 50)  So, we pulled out all the bushes in the front of the house (by "we" I mean Abram and Paco) and planted some butterfly bushes, hydrangea, and dahlia's.  The front still looks pretty messy, with piles of leaves and dirt to be removed, but already the front of our house looks a million times better.  I still have to plant more bubls when I get home, and we're renting a tiller to do our whole backyard before we lay down new grass seed, but we're really motivated now.

Yesterday we went shopping for yard tools of our own and then hit up the movies to see Iron Man.  I had forgotten how much I love Robert Downey Jr.  Not only is he hot, he's hilarious.  He didn't dissapoint in this movie at all.  I would have like to see more villians and fights and stuff, but for a movie that will hopefully be the first of a couple, it set the tone well and was visually awesome. 

Ironman

Sunday also marked 12 weeks of pregnancy for Baby Mojo.  One more to go.  Abram is under the impression that at midnight on the last day of the first trimester, I will magically turn into a nymphomaniac and fuck him unconscious.  Unfortunately, that's not going to happen.  At least I don't think it will.  My sex drive has literally been, non-existent.  I haven't been thinking about it, missing it, or wanting it. Sounds shitty, but it's true.  Poor Abram. Three months of me smacking him every time he touches my boobs or being cranky when he goes to kiss me is no fun.  So, for both our sakes, I hope some sex drive comes back soon.  But aside from just not wanting to do it because of all my hormonal shit and physical discomfort, I've read that pregnant women are waaaaay more succeptable to urinary tract infections....which....I already get chronically.  So, reading that got the fear of god into me. I would hate to be a miserable pregnant chick with a burning pee hole, sore boobs, and loads of libido.  What good would that do me? Also, I'm trying to save up all this sick and vacation time so I won't have to take as much unpaid leave for materinity leave.  The logistics of being pregnant really suck.  

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I really want to go back.....this spot was perfect.  :)

SevenMileBeach - TWTOE - Water

Mother's Day

So, I'm usually a really great gift giver.  I hate giving the normal, expected gifts for cookie cutter holidays.  I feel like it makes them that much more genaric.  I've always done flowers for Mother's Day of course, but then I add in something personal for her.  She's more like my best friend than my mother, and now that I'm pregnant, that sentiment seems even more obvious.  So I don't want to get her anything cheesy like a tea and cookies gift basket.

So, do you guys have any ideas for a nice, unique, yet thougthful mother's day gift that can be sent two states away? 

I'm tempeted to just drive up there and suprise her on the 10th (as I would have to be back to work on Monday and drive home on Sunday) but with gas prices up and the baby expenses looming, I don't know if I can fit a trip in my budget right now.