I think I may take a few days or so off from updating the blog. I worry I take it all too seriously sometimes. See you soon.
Peace.

I was disappointed to find out that neither Mark or I appear on Jen and Ben’s preliminary wedding guest list as published by STAR magazine. Screw you J. Lo, screw you.

Screw Fox! This makes my day.
We had a lovely weekend. Saturday night we went out for our anniversary dinner at www.manorcafe.com. It was fabulous. I had the osso bucco and Mark had paella. Mark also bought me a cute gift, which I will take a picture of later, and post. It has to be seen. I bought Mark a Simpsons clock, I will try and take a photo of unless he has already brought it to work. Now he can’t be late for dinner!
Mark also talked in his sleep on Saturday night. My favourite line was “I have faith in my dice.” If I wasn’t sure Mark was a geek before, dreaming about D&D and talking about it clinched it for me. I giggled and asked him if he was awake and he responded with; “cheeese is good”. Yes, honey, it is. HA!
Yesterday I made a roast beast (which I can’t stand in the least) and invited Janet to share it with us. It was delish and I always enjoy Janet’s company. The only thing missing was Yorkshire pudding, which is just too ambitious for me.
This morning I bought a new bigger bra! Which reminds me, Mark says you guys can’t covet my boobs, as they are “his”. I am thinking that will change in the new year when my boobs belong to someone smaller. All this boob talk does do wonders for my search requests though.
p.s. here are the photos of the Simpsons clock I bought Mark

and Mark bought me pajama pants with monkeys on them! and a matching nightie!

Today is actually MY one year blogiversary. Like some other people, I have been sloggin’ the blog for a year. I am so happy that I have kept up a good blog tradition of cat pictures, incessant babbling, the occasional tirade, and laundry list of insecurities. *applause* for me. Here is my humble beginning. One year anniversary is paper. So, um send me some paper.
AND my 6 year wedding anniversary is on Saturday. We are going out for dinner and I am sure Mark is hoping we have some of the sex he keeps hearing about.
p.s. I was kidding about the weird names for our kid. It will be something nice and regular like James or Michael. Not sure about girls names yet.

So I am thinking Beyoncé if its a girl. Who’s with me? I mean Destiny is so last year.

Can I have a little pregnancy freak out for a moment? I try and keep the baby talk to a minimum on here, because lord knows I find the women in the waiting room who talk about nothing but swollen ankles, labour, or even better, their current little bundle of joy, really freakin’ irritating. If you agree, you can ignore me.
The whole thing scares me crapless and lately I am having trouble sleeping. I mean, I worry therefore I am, so being pregnant and eventually having the thing come out is good fodder for anxiety.
I am a high-risk pregnancy. Partially because I was diabetic to begin with and partially because I am a wee bit prone to high blood pressure. Last week I had my first appointment with the OBGYN, the broad who will likely deliver the squirt. I heard the heartbeat – cool! She told me that since I am high-risk there is a big chance they will take the thing out via a C-section and early. This avoids complications due to the diabetes and high blood pressure. An early C-section scares me more than vaginal birth, which is scary, as all fuck. Also, she told me that since I am already fat overweight, I should only gain about 10 pounds. This is also freaking me out. We had to make the decision about screening for birth defects (we decided not to) which was at least one night of worrying. I have two friends who have given birth in the last 5 weeks and watching them figure out breastfeeding, no sleep, etc, is kind of daunting. I try and remind myself that if those losers on Jerry Springer can procreate like nobodies business, that surely I can handle it. But sometimes, like at 1 AM when I am thinking about disposable diapers versus a diaper service, I wonder if I am insane to think I can manage it all. How do stupid people have kids when there is so much to think about? Or when you are dumb, I guess you do it without thinking. There was a teenage mom-to-be in the waiting room yesterday with her boyfriend and I wonder how the hell they are going to manage. He was sick of waiting for the appointment and wanted to leave. She was wearing some sort of mesh outfit overtop of her bikini. They needed to know how long it was going to be so her mom could come pick them up. I am going to start handing out condoms willy-nilly to people who shouldn’t be knocked up. Poor kids.
I will be under the covers if you are looking for me.
addition: I totally forgot to tell you that I also worry they will hire someone fabulous while I am on my maternity leave and they will lament me coming back. Legally, they have to take me back, but what if my replacement is amazing?!

It seems like my third tab of codeine did the trick. My Monday head throb is subsiding enough so I can go to bed. I realized that I have had like 4 Monday migraines in a row. I am wondering if taking Monday’s off of work is helpful or stressful?
I have a few photos for some funny.

I can’t believe I am letting you people look at my boobs. But here they are. I was trying to take a picture of just my head, and kinda’ forgot I was just wearing my bra. It was hot (the temperature, not my bra)! This was after the wedding on Friday night.

Who knew Justin Timberlake is hiding in Edmonton, using a publicly funded wheelchair?

Mark and i at the wedding ceremony. It was loverly.

Cleo hates being held. Can’t you just tell she is thinking about how to kill me while I sleep?

Weird power outages in the east. I hope y’all aren’t in the dark any more than usual. ha! I blame global warming and SUVs and Hollywood.
I have a free sewing class tonight. When I bought my new sewing machine in July it included two free classes on how to use my machine. I think it is good that I go, but I don’t wanna.
Heard the baby’s heartbeat today. So. Cool.
Saw a blonde chick in a SUV talking on a cell phone, flipping her hair with her porn star nails and wanted to give her the finger. Didn’t. I am trying to be mature. Don’t tell anyone.
update: sewing class was cancelled! YAY! darn

It isn’t quite wearing a cowboy hat on my boobs, but I went home for lunch today. I forgot my insulin at home and had to go and shoot up before I ate. I lay on the couch, watched 15 minutes of Young and Restless. It was hard to come back….

I am feeling a little stopped up blog-wise lately. I need a blog-laxitive. Or I need something excited to happen, and that is unlikely to occur until February next year.
I can tell you about my weekend if ya want. There, as always, was lots of lying on the couch. Some renting of Daredevil, which resulted in a lot of eye rolling and sneering. Also, some wondering about how they made it look like Jennifer Garner has any breasts to speak of.
I did some weeding and dead heading of flowers. I picked a million beans. I had a couple of naps. Oh oh! I did buy some fabric for curtains for the fetus’s room. It has monkeys on it! I will eventually put up a photo when I get off my ass and make them.
I visited a friend and her new baby yesterday; he was lovely and had that excellent smell. I also had a massage and a pedicure. I am so spoiled! I also found a great source for nursing bras in the city. It was a productive day.
I do go to my first OBGYN appointment on Thursday. I am hoping to hear the fetus’s heartbeat. I don’t want to rely on the fact that I am still puking as the only sign of being pregnant.