Well, I was running a little late this morning. I thought the extra ten minutes laying in bed was a good thing (BUT...it just ended up making me be late...lol). Damn snooze button of death! Not to mention, you wait an extra 2 minutes and leave the house that late, you'll run into 100 more cars than there usually are on the road...I really hate morning traffic!

I've got the strawberry oatmeal this morning. I really wish I had a big, heaping glass of whole milk and then milk on the side for this oatmeal (because that's the only and best way to eat oatmeal), but alas...I had the coffee maker that makes hot water instead. That'll have to do.

I've got my 28 week appointment tomorrow and I have to do my glucose test. I think it's 45 minutes to an hour before I even go to the doctor, I have to drink this Kool-Aid type drink and then fast pretty much half the day (I think they said 4 to 6 hours before the appointment...I don't remember...I think it says on the bottle). Then they draw lots of blood from me (okay, anything more than a little stick is a lot of blood to me...lol) and send it out for testing to see if I have gestational diabetes or if I am at a high risk or something. I don't think I'm going to fail the test, but ya know...with the luck I'm having lately...I wish. I already tested positive for the lovely Group B strep, so I get an extra coctail in my IV when I go into labor. They said they're going to give me a flu shot tomorrow too.

You know, the thing that I hate more than donating blood and all that fun stuff is getting shots. I think I hate getting shots a whole helluva lot more than drawing blood (go figure). Not sure if I've explained my fear of needles (yeah yeah...not good for a preggo woman) but I am deathly afraid of them. It has taken me many MANY years to get over enough of the fear to sit there calmly (or at least semi-calmly) to let a doctor draw blood. It was so bad that at one point, they had 4 doctors in the room holding me down to the table so they could get blood out of my arm at all (and I was like 16 when they did that). I extremely hate needles! I'm much better now...when I turned 18, I decided that it was stupid that I was freaking out over nothing. I started going to the Puget Sound Blood Center and donating blood and I think that was the best thing for me. I was helping myself get over my fear of needles, and helping people who needed it at the same time. It was a great feeling...but then I got extremely addicted to doing it. I would go in every standard 52/54 day period (the soonest you could donate again after donating whole blood) and donate some more. Then I started donating plasma (you could do it every 3 days, granted your iron level was high enough)...so I started doing that once a week. The reason you could donate plasma so soon after you had previously donated it is the fact that they take your whole blood out, separate it in a machine, take only the plasma, and then return the other 3 parts back into your body. It is not as exhausting as taking a pint of whole blood which takes all 4 parts. Regardless, I looked like a junky that wasn't a junky!

When I moved to Colorado, I got on this piercing thing...and started getting tons of piercings, so they don't let you donate blood for 12 months after a piercing (sterilization issues and infection in the bloodstream), so I curbed my donating. I've only donated 2 times since I've been out in Colorado. I did it once with a friend...and then I donated right before I got pregnant. You can't donate when you're pregnant (but, I guess they figure you'll be giving enough blood anyway...and you need all the blood you can get!)

But yeah...the fun that is my life (donating blood...woo!!)

SO, now that you know my worst fear...don't hold it against me...lol, but if you do...it's okay. My mom was the one that made fun of me the most...so I owe it to her to not be a wheenie about this whole thing. It's just a needle...it'll be done in a minute (if that).

Anyway, the mountains of paper are calling me...and I only have so much time to do it!

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Well...

Look what I found...you can make little dreamy anime guys on the Net...lol



Here's a girly one...hehe



I think I had too much free time...

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Well...back to Denver it is. I've been here for a few hours and it feels good to be home, but I already miss my parents and all.

I always get all teary eyed at the airport when I leave...I hate seeing my mom cry and I think that's why I start crying myself. My mom and dad practically walked me all the way through the security line on the outside of the rope because she didn't want to see me go. I hope that some day, she won't have to see me go. I love my parents...and it really sucks living so far away from them. The two people who care about me through thick-and-thing...I can't even see them every day. It's somewhat depressing...

But yeah...after that, sat on the plane for a few hours and then through a bumpy landing, made it back in Denver. Brian picked me up with my two bags of luggage (one was my stuff...a 20 pound bag...and one was the baby's new stuff...a 45 pound bag)...I swear, the baby made out like a bandit. He's got TONS of new stuff to last him for a long time...well, just until he outgrows it. We then drove to Lowes to copy a key for Melissa (my house key...she took mine as she was using my house over the weekend for laundry, or so I think) and then we went back to my place to drop of my stuff...out to Target we went to get some milk (OMFG...pissed me off...they didn't have any whole milk) and some dye/scent free laundry detergent so I could wash the baby stuff...then to Chik-Fil-A and then back home.

Ugh...on the go since I've been back. He's been kicking around like he's got a karate class going on in my belly. His kicking is so much that it's starting to get really painful...and it's getting really uncomfortable for me. It got to the point that we were laying on the bed and him and Brian were "playing" so to speak because Brian would push down somewhere and he'd kick him right back. It was sort of cute...but uncomfortable...lol...the suffering we do to bring life into the world...

I've gotta go back to work tomorrow...not looking forward to the mundane droll of work, but you gotta do what you gotta do. I hope I still don't feel like shit tomorrow though. I'm still all achy and crampy and I'd prefer not to be. And if his kicking continues to be extremely painful, I think all I'm going to want to do is lay down all day...I suppose I shouldn't secretly be wishing for bed rest, should I? okay...I won't...

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I am going back home today :( I want to stay here longer, but I can't. Damn work tomorrow!!!

But, rather than sitting here on the Internet, I should get up and do stuff like pack...or I'm going to be sorry.

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Mmmm...I love being at home. My mom is making all of the things that I love to eat! She's making french toast right now and french toast is about my favorite breakfast food EVER. We're having tacos for dinner tonight (which is one of my favorite things that my mom makes...yum yum)...we had pork chops Friday night :) I think I'd just come to eat my mom's good cooking!!

Today has been really nice...woke up, wasn't foggy or nothing (like yesterday). The sky is actually blie, it's a bit soggy outside, but it hasn't really rained at all which is extremely wonderful! I think I miss the green foliage the most from here. The rain that Seattle gets only makes the place so much more beautiful. I don't think there's anywhere that isn't green...and, unlike Colorado with all it's yellow fields and all that, Washington is all green trees and foliage. It's great :)

I've been having some wicked cramping these past few days...they started yesterday afternoon. I am just guessing it's ligaments stretching and all that or maybe I just overexerted myself or something...backaches and the like. I haven't had any spotting or anything, so I'm sure it's not anything different. I wonder if it has to do with the altitude or anything. I'm so used to be up a mile above sea level and here I'm down at sea level. I felt fine on Friday, but it didn't start to be all crappy and achy until yesterday afternoon. Ugh...I hope they go away.

I'm getting on a plane tomorrow at about 2:30 ish...I hope that the flight goes well and then me getting into town works out well. I'm going to have TONS of bags with me on the way back. I'll have to take a picture of all the baby's goodies, but I got TONS. My grandma made me a nice blanket (microfleece...he'll need it) and he got lots of cute little outfits and lots and lots of blankets. I didn't get a lot of bottles, pacifiers, or anything like that...so I'll be getting the bare necessities when I get back to Denver. Probably best that I didn't...that would have been a bitch to haul back on the plane. I got some stuff that I can't get back on the plane with me (my aunt/uncle/cousin bought me a play yard and my friend got me a diaper genie)...those aren't going to fit in my suitcases. I think clothes and blankets are going in the suitcase.

BUT...I'll have to update more when I go through all my stuff. Then I can inventory it all. I know this though...the baby needs a dresser!!!

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Well...it's so early in the morning right now. It's only 6:30 but I'm so awake...it's normally 7:30 for my body, so I suppose it figured it was soon enough for me to get up. That's usually how that stuff goes.

Hehe...I'm sitting in the bedroom and I sneezed, and you can hear my mom's dog run to the bedroom door and he's trying to freak out (mind you, everyone's sleeping except for my mom) and he's whining and trying to go crazy. He has some kind of issue with people sneezing, clapping, flipping the ottoman out on the recliner...he goes crazy! He's got to bark and freak out at you. It's a strange habit and we have no idea how he got into it. He started to get my dog to do some of these strange things though. My dog has no problem with clapping or flipping the ottoman out, but...when someone sneezes, her and Koby will go grab the "lar lar," which is one of those rope thingies, and they'll play tug-of-war...I think it's to get Koby to be quiet because everyone yells at him when they sneeze. Thank God no one has allergies in this house...we'd be screwed.

Hehe...we were watching the dogs play yesterday and mine is such a bully. Koby will go behind the chair and my dog, Erita, will corner him back there and she won't let him come out from behind there. Well then, Koby starts barking because he's getting picked on...lol...then Erita steals all his toys from him...if someone's giving Koby attention, she's gotta get right up there and make sure she's the one that's actually getting the attention...she walks all over him like he's not even there. She'll go slap him in the face to get him to play with her. If he's standing there and he's not playing, she'll walk right up to him and take her foot and slap him in the face like a person would slap another person...then he runs out and plays tug-of-war with her. When I take Erita back, I don't think I could ever have her as just being by herself. It's painfully obvious that she needs to have a play buddy...lol

Anyway, my baby shower starts at about 1 o'clock...my aunt's are going to come over at about noon, one of my grandma's is coming over early...so, all of the family festivities will begin soon after that. I have a lot of friends that I went to high school with that are coming. I'm so excited to see them...Mellanie (my best friend - Melissa's my best friend now, Mellanie is my best friend in Washingthing...I have Mel's all over the place), Carol, Alison, Julia, Carrie, and then some of their mom's and siblings are coming...just lots of people I've not seen in SO long. It will be good to see everyone. I miss them...these are the people I used to see every single day...now I hardly see them once a year, if that. I wish I was going to be home for longer...but life doesn't work that way. Work calls...and I've gotta be back there doing that on Tuesday. I hope the shit didn't hit the fan when I've been gone...that would really suck BIG TIME.

Anyway...I'm going to go do something else on the Internet to occupy my time for now...watch some crappy videos or something...lol

EDIT:ugh...why does this shit happen when I come home to visit?

Man accused of having relations with dog

TACOMA, Wash. - A man accused of having sex with the family dog has been charged under the state's new animal cruelty law, which makes bestiality a felony, a prosecutor said.

Michael Patrick McPhail, 26, of nearby Spanaway, pleaded not guilty Thursday to one count of first-degree animal cruelty in Pierce County Superior Court.

Assistant Pierce County Prosecutor Karen Watson said McPhail was the first person in Pierce County to be charged with the new bestiality offense.

She said the dog was taken by animal control.

McPhail posted $20,000 bail on Friday.

Judge Katherine Stolz has set a trial date of Dec. 11.

McPhail's wife told investigators that she found her husband on their back porch Wednesday night having intercourse with their 4-year-old female pit bull terrier, the Pierce County sheriff's office report said. The dog was squealing and crying, according to charging papers.

The woman took photos with her cell phone and called the sheriff's office.

Calls to McPhail's public defender, David Katayama, were not immediately returned Friday.

The bestiality law, which took effect in June, was prompted by a case near Enumclaw in which a Seattle man died after having sex with a horse. Before the law was enacted, Washington was one of 14 states where bestiality had not been explicitly prohibited.

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I don't have very good pictures for you, but I at least have some of the dogs (yes, the one thing in the house that is photogenic...lol)....


This is my dog looking out the window...she's watcing "Peanut," this squirrel that comes up to the front door...neurotic if you ask me.


Here she is again, sitting on top of her kennel. She likes to sit up there I guess.


Here's my mom's dog Koby...he's the old man of the house, I swear...or at least he acts that way a bunch.

I'll have more pictures of people and stuff tomorrow since that's my baby shower...hehe :)

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