Stupid Arguments
My friend Annie came into town from Houston to visit this weekend. We didn't really have the money to have any real fun, so we stuck to giggling like girls do. And looking at weird fetish porn.
My husband gets really angry with me whenever the subject of circumcision is brought up around either of us and other people because he gets fiercely passionate about it. We have differing opinions. He says our son will get ridiculed for having a different penis and I say there is no point to such an unnecessarily invasive procedure. First off, guys are retarded. I understand the reason why fat kids or crippled kids get picked on, I can see why kids with acne get picked on (I was one of them), but why little boys would go for the genitals is baffling. Our friend Travis was trying to sell a pro-cut argument to me yesterday. He was trying to say that being intact was like being a libertarian in Texas and it would just make him a freak in a state full of idiots. You can't compare this to a movement because in that case the only thing that encourages change is seeing the change itself. Another argument is that no girl would want to jump on an intact penis because they are ugly. He couldn't sell that one to me because in my personal opinion all dicks are fucking ugly. Whether they have a turtleneck or not to me has no bearing on whether I would do a guy or not...it depends entirely on the person the dick is attached to. I am 90% sure most other girls would agree. They could deal if the guy is hot enough. Its looking to me that in 10 years an intact penis is going to be more and more common. More parents are learning the truth and jumping on this bandwagon. Our kid, unfortunately, is going to be circumcised because you have no idea how frustrating my husband is. My big thing is also the pain issue...turns out a lot of Dr's are opting to use local anesthetics to ease the pain. I will be fine with it as long as I know he'll be comfortable. No way in hell anyone is cutting on my son without a lidocaine injection.

A review of Tool: Just okay.
My birthday was a lot of fun, surprisingly. I had my friends Jackie, Jeff, and Travis join Vance and me for pool at our favorite pool bar. It was Sunday so the place was empty, but the tables were expensive. We played like 7 games. I think I set a record for scratching...every time I made a shot the cue ball followed. Vance was the designated drinker. I was kind of disappointed that no one else drank but Vance. I wanted everyone to have an exciting time in my honor, just like my 21st birthday. I got a shit ton of cupcakes. I have no idea what to do with all of these cupcakes, aside from eat them all and become horrendously fat.
Anyway, the next day was the Tool concert. Remember, I bought those tickets last July for the September 12th show. It was cancelled and moved to March, then cancelled again and moved to May 21st. I was expecting something spectacular. Our seats weren't great, but we could see the stage. First off, I was sort of disappointed in the band's attire and the stage set up. I was expecting something more because of the pictures I had seen from past shows. I was hoping Maynard would come out painted sea-foam wearing a bra. No. Jeans and a tshirt, Mohawk and cowboy hat. He did a dance with the cowboy hat. I was offended, personally, but that's another story. They played mostly stuff off of 10,000 Days, but they didn't play either of the radio hits, which I think disappointed a lot of people. I wasn't disappointed because I think those songs have been over played. They did, however manage to play Stinkfist, forty-six and 2, and Schism. I was hoping for Parabol/Parabola, but no such luck. Anyway, in typical Tool fashion a lot of what was played was trippy and instrumental and it was accompanied by a neat laser show. You know, I have seen System of a Down twice. I know they are a completely different band. One of the things I loved about their shows is that they managed to fit every great song anyone has ever loved into their shows along with songs from the album they were promoting. Tool didn't do that. They didn't come close. I felt like it was just another show to them, even though for a lot of us it was a show we waited damn near a year for. I'm not sure if it was worth it. There have certainly been points where we have needed the $200 spent on those tickets. But whatever. I have possibly learned for next time.
And today I am wearing a dress, which I never do. It's green and oh so comfortable. It's not too flashy, so it's good for days when all I plan on doing is light housework and going to the bank. I still look like a heffer, so I don't know if pictures are a good idea. Anyway, I am going to check on dinner. I love crock pots!

Y'know, finding a place to live really sucks when you live in the most expensive renting market in the state of Texas. It's not like we have a choice now, we can't transplant ourselves to a cheaper city like Houston or DFW. His job is here, which means we have insurance, which means we are stuck for the time being. There has been some hope, thanks to our real estate agent, Carol. She assured us that prices have gone up significantly since we moved last, but has managed to find us some decent stuff. I'm about to take off to look at a place in Round Rock and some others not too far from here. Let us keep our fingers crossed.
Last night Vance and I purchased Pan's Labyrinth on DVD which I had been dying to see ever since I saw the first previews for it. I loved it despite the fact that it was insanely depressing, but Vance's reaction wasn't what I expected at all. He thought it was horrible because he felt it was mis advertised to him, which blew my mind. I knew what it was about and all I had to do was read the plot summary. He just got so angry over it and I got upset. Let's say he seemed to take the movie personally and I took his reaction personally. Big fight. No hugs before bed.
Anyway, did I mention in my previous posts that I went to the Dr last Tuesday? Cause I did. Baby is fine, and I am moving right along at 5 1/2 months. My Dr can now use measuring tape to measure the size of my fundus. The bad news? I am drawing close to the 7th month glucose test. Meaning I fast all night and then drink some sugar water, and get my blood drawn. It's to test for Gestational diabetes, which I don't think I have, but it can linger without any symptoms. It's a concern for me and my Dr because it can result in a big, fat baby and I have made it clear that I don't want that. I am worried that I'll puke the drink up before the hour is up. When I say "sugar water" I don't mean soda...I mean 2 parts sugar 1/2 part water. And it tastes like orange-y ass. I'm not worried about getting my blood drawn even though the ladies at this office are kind of rough with that. Oh well, I have like 5 weeks before I have to worry about that.
Anyway, I must be off to look at potential places to live. Until next time...

It's the most wonderful time of year for me, for it is May. This year it's been even better with 3 straight weekends of fun stuff.
Today is my first Mother's Day even though I am only a mother-to-be. I was still excited about celebrating it. I haven't celebrated mother's day in about 4 years, since my own mother's passing in 2003. Vance was extremely sweet. He got me some really presents and gigantic card. We went out to lunch at my favorite Mexican restaurant and now I suppose we'll just have the rest of the day to chill. Vance's mom also sent me a card and really sweet "mom" t-shirt. I feel really bad that Vance forgot to send off all of the Mother's Day cards. Looks like no one is getting them until Tues or Weds.
And Next Sunday is my birthday, the greatest and most important day of the year (next to Columbus day, of course.) I'll be 22. I'm still at a loss as to what we are going to do aside from the cake & pizza party, which I still have to invite people to. Saturday I know Vance's mom is coming down to help us get the "zoo" cleaned out. Even though we're not going to be using it as a nursery anymore, it would still help the moving process to get it cleaned now. What I really wanted to do on that day while they're out doing boring stuff is go to a spa and get a damn massage. My back and tail bone are killing me.
So it's beginning to feel like time has stalled with this pregnancy, which I think is normal when you hit that half way point. Right now I just feel like I am getting fat and swollen. The excitement has dulled just a bit. What a shame.

Sad news. We have to move. Our original plan was to stay here for another year, but our rent would increase and we can hardly afford it now. We have decided to look in South Austin for something affordable and closer to his work. We might have to look in other cities if nothing is out there. Our lease is up in July, which means we have less then 2 months to find something. I wish we had come to this conclusion 3 months ago.
Anyway, this weekend was nice. My dad threw us a "reception" at his house in La Marque and a ton of people showed, including some people I hadn't seen in a long time. What was really creepy was how a lot of our family members already knew each other. It's truly a small world. We also got just about everything on our registry which means I have a lot of friggin thank you tard cards to write, unfortunately. Regardless it was a fun weekend. I don't think I am going to have to go down there until July when we will have my baby shower.
In pregnancy news, I have been experiencing the joys of swelling in my feet and a little in my hands. Lovely.

OMG CLOTHES AND STUFF!!

Maternity clothes fucking suck, let us not kid ourselves. They suck if you are really petite (like me) or of large size before pregnancy. Very few places can accommodate to these special needs. I found one pair of jeans that came close enough to fitting me at Old Navy and completely on accident because the individual stores don't actually carry maternity wear. Target, Motherhood, and any other affordable place you can think of...all useless. Maternity tops, aside from basic tshirts, are all hideous and poorly made. Luckily this year I got pregnant just as the "kitchen and apron" styles became big. My mother-in-law, god bless her, took me shopping for fitting attire at Target. I could find things that fit me in the basic women's sections! I got like 5 tops and an apron dress. Now my belly and breasts aren't exploding out of my clothes. I could still use another pair of pants and possibly some shorts, but I can't ask this wonderful lady for anything else...seriously. She's been way too generous.
It's so sad, but these days we have been living off of generosity. New things keep coming up every month just when we think we are in the clear and can make our bills. This month it was a $400 bill for our ultrasound that was totally unexpected. We also have to start paying my Dr to deliver my baby. Only $100 a month until August, and we could totally do that if there weren't all of these other stupid expenses popping up every month. I would really like it if we could furnish our own nursery with our own money, but there is just no way in hell and that is pathetic. We should be able to take care of ourselves and our own kid. It's just getting too hard.
Time to transition before I start bawling...
On a lighter note, I went to lunch with some old Papa John's friends. We ate Chinese. It was fun. Then I went to the gym and walked on a treadmill for 30 minutes. Now I am going to eat ice cream.

Welcome to the website?
Finally the page is up and running. Fighting my laziness has paid off!
I started this page as a journal for my pregnancy. I have a lot of family and a few friends that just may be interested in reading about how I am doing since I am notorious for never answering/returning phone calls. I just want to journal how I am feeling and post pictures. It'll be a nice thing to go back to after the baby is here.
I am somewhat out of stuff to talk/think about as far as the baby goes today. Instead I think we will talk about my weight. I have put on a lot of weight thus far...close to 20 lbs which sounds horrible...but I only weigh about 110 lbs. I ate pizza tonight. Mmmmm greasy, slippery, delicious pepperoni pizza. With soda. I guess I should really quit complaining. I have always said that when the little ones gets here is totally going to be a granola baby. I don't know if thats going to work when mommy and daddy are busy stuffing their faces with pizza. I definitely don't want the baby exposed to nasty fast food. Hopefully, we will be in good enough (financial) shape that I will have time to cook for my family every night. I am terrified of fat children. I suppose I should just get that out in the open.
Okay, there is a good chance that this baby could be a chubber at first because his parents were. But if I am feeding him good stuff, playing fetch with him outside every day, then we can only wait for him to grow out of it, just like we did.