ok, so my car is offically fixed! I ran errnds with it today but somehow forgot about half of them so i went home to take a nap instead, ugg. So more things to do tomorrow, like put away all of my groceries >.< I put away everything that needed to stay cold. Also Sam broke my glasses so i have to see if my ins will cover repair or not. I hope so..
So while I was out today I decided to get me some fat pants, this is what I am calling maternity jeans right now. So I go to the baby store in our rival town, cuz I really like the owner, and grab some pants, and since I'm feeling kinda bored i wander the store looking at stuff, and find a super cute carseat that is grey plaid and amazing for only 27, that is a steal so I get it! Then I go to luch with a girlfriend and on my way home I decide to stop by the other baby store, the one in my town and find a bunch of swings that fold up, this si ver important to me since the swing I had for my son folded and could travel, this is a must have for me. There were a bunch of swings there and i was torn, I could have gone for the exact one I had before for 19, or a bright colored jungle animal theme for 22, or a soft cream with some colored swirls for 25, i picked the cream since it was the most neutral and so soft. I'm hoping I do not regret my early buys, I dont think I will but you never know. I'm just glad I was able to get both for under 60.

So after we get home Sam and I start watching cartoons and we fall asleep I wake up at 8 and put him to bed and then at 1030 my dad hears him having nightmares and comes to get me, which is crazy cuz  wake up from a dead sleep if he so much as wimpers, but I didnt hear him while completely awake. So I go in and see him, and he sorta wakes up and when I ask him about his dream he tells me that he did not have a bad dream, but he does want me to read him a book, that kid is so funny. I read him his story anf he jsut snuggles his blankie, smiles and goes back to sleep. Ahh, its moments like these when I remember why being a mom is the best thing in the whole world. LOL. Alright Im gonna try to sleep again now, peace.

Not much to say today. I worked, had my dad's truck battery die, twice. Then since I was super hungry I went to the AMAZING Medateranian Sandwich place, lol its amazing that we even have one since we are such a small town. I gto a huge sandwich and ate the whole thing then took a nap. YEAH, I have such an exciting life ;) but you know, making a whole nother person is tiring work right.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!

So my day has gone to hell in a hand basket. Yup, nearly fainted at work, had to admit to being prego and got lectured for not saying anything sooner. Joy, then I go, clean out my old car, that has a bum engine (with a hole in it) and put it all in my new car, go through all the hassle of paperwork, plates, tiltes, BAH! Then make it to my doc appt, to be told Sorry docs in surgery, but you can see her nurse, no big, I like her nurse. So while waiting Sam wakes up, cuz he konked out on the way there and says mama I gotta pee, so I roll him into the bathroom (in his stroller) and pull him out, to find that he is sitting in a puddle of pee, oh joy. His pants are soaked, his stoller has a puddle and I have to get back out there to wait for my name to be called! I strip him, tell him to pee more and start mopping with paper towels, then I put a THICK and I mean THICk stack over where the wet spot is/was (less wet by tons) put Sam back in the stoller and cover him with my coat, tell him he has Got to stay still or everyone will see his wee wee, and head back out, just in time to hear my name called by the nurse. See her everything is fine, got my perscription for anti nausea meds, leave and puke in the parking lot. Oops.

I then call my friend, who does not anwser, so I call her sister, because by God someone is going to see my shiney new car today, go get my other frind, find out first friend is at 3rd friends house, are you confused yet? Cuz Im getting there, take 2nd friend to see the other two and the 3rd ones 3 kids. (by this time I rememember that there is a box of clothes in my trunk for Sam that I just kept forgetting to take upstairs (THANK YOU GOD) and put pants on Sam when we get to our final stop. Sam then acts like a maniac, which is fine at first 3 yr olds tend to run through the house together giggling, no big, then he steals toys away, then he gets into things, then they play tummy doc (I'm thinking they were doing the doppler like at ,my appt, but they decide friends oldest needs to have something taken out of her tummy and go for a knife, A KNIFE! what in the work are these kids thinking?! Where did this come from?! So I lecture them this is bad, Sam you know better than to play with knives, ect, I am getting tired, and nauseous, and decide to take Sam home, half way there the check engine light come on on my car and I have to limp home, when I get there it kinda smells like plasic is burning, WONDERFUL! So now I'm back with my dad's truck while he tries to figure out my car, and I gotta say he had BETTER do that before he goes driving it around for his work, cuz I'll kill him, I will, prego hormones are rampaging angry right now and if he blows my new cars motor I'm going homocidal. however you spell it. Sigh. Ok rant done. I think...

Now I am off to bed and so glad that I have 4 cloth diapers for Sam because I forgot to throw his other ones in the dryer. I have the 4th and unused one waiting for him to sleep in while the others rewash and dry tonight. Im just glad my super bad day is almost over, only thing left now is to clean the tub, which I threw up in while peeing the other night, it was full of my bath water as I had just climed out of the tub. So I thought it would drain with the water, i was wrong, I think that was a chocolate doughnut I ate....

To tell or not to tell

Ok, so most people know, however my new job does not. I applied before I got pregnant but by the time the whole process was through I was knocked up. (sounds like a bad movie) Any way, due to a severe family history of miscarriage I am hestent to tell them and get them all worked up about it only to tell them it was all for not, so do I tell them? When DO I tell them? I mean I will have to tell them sometime, hello. Since I recently hit the worst part of pregnancy, which is late first trimester early second when I start fainting. gotta love it. It is from lack of proper nutrition, which lets face it is impossible when you are throwing up EVERYTHING you consume, also I am (hopefully) at the tail end of my morning sickness, so when I say, "I have to use the restroom" Im really saying "I have to yack" but I got a warning today about my excessive use of the rest room, yup, only Im not really peeing but I cant tell them THAT either. So tomorrow is my next appt at 12 wks WOO! So I should be in the clear after this one to tell them, IF I choose to, at this point I feel dishonest NOT telling them, and I can only excuse it with my worry over miscarriage for so long. Thus my dilemma, Do I tell them now or wait? If I wait, how long should I wait? I think I'll ask my doc tomorrow, she seems smart (LOL, dont mind my extreme sarcasim tonight, I'm beat) and hopefully she will know what I should do, if not, Ill take aside the person in charge explain my dilemma, SHE needs to know, but NO ONE else does. Are women even biologically able to keep secrets? Im serious, I found out I was prego and called my best friend, I told her before I even told my boyfriend, I don't think he minds but who knows.

Alright, enough dilemma-ing for one night, Im gonna try to fall asleep before I yack again (this is my new favorite term if you cannot tell) and hope that I feel better in the morning ( I seem to be suffering from evening sickness now more than anything.

Good night cyber space, since I know no one is reading this, lol.

Welcome to my life

I have felt the need to share what is in my mind and heart for awhile, but have only done so on a website where I trully know no one, nor does anyone there know the real me, know my real story. So I hope to be as honest as possable here, in the land of blogging, you still do not know me, and that is ok, because you will know more, at least you will soon.

I guess in this new world of the internet where everyone feels the need to tell everyone else about every moment of their day that it makes sense that I would choose to journal online instead of in private. So here goes.

I woke today from the most amazing dream, about food. Yes its very cliched but its the truth. I was in a strange home with my boyfriend and bestfriend and we were making food. My first meal was scrambled eggs, bacon, and toast, which as you will learn is my favorit breakfast meal. Then when we bacame hungry again we made ravoli with spagetti sauce and salad. mmm, also a favorite. I'm not sure why I woke up from this dream, hell, I'm not sure why I wake half the time during the night, but I fell bak asleep and this time we were home hunting, whether for apartment or house it did not matter, we just wanted a home together, which we got and moved into in what seems like 2 mins, and likely took hours of dreaming to accomplish then it turned dirty, here comes the honesty I promised, and my boyfriend and I had "intimate relations" (I'll try to stay PG as much as possible) I woke from this dream feeling ver good, for the first time in God know how long, I once again long for my boyfriend to be sleeping beside me so I can celebrate properly how wonderful I feel. But since we have not actually found our home together he is across town.

Then as I lay happily, lazily, in my warm bed, with an annoying cat that has to be snuggled or else he cries, I am content, I am not nauseous yet, I don't have a head ache, and I am simply content. Then my son wakes up. Do not mistake this following rant. I love my son, but I also love peace and quiet, which does not coexsist with 3 year old boys that are awake. So he wakes up, climbs over the baby gate that is ment to keep him from roaming the house should he awake before me (note to self, buy taller gate) and comes into my room to snuggle. This is just fine by me, I do love peacefull snuggle time with my baby, however it never lasts, soon he is thrashing around, kicking, stealing blankets (note here I am currently unable to sleep if the window is shut, so my room is currently 35 degrees) and just acting like a monster. So I ungraciously kick him out of my room. He then whines that the cat bit him (our cat is siamese) I advise he not torment the cat, then a few mins later he whines that the cat is chasing this string he has, I advise him to stop dragging the string, as cats chase them. He then comes back to whine that he wants breakfast. This is my que to say good bye and post my first ever blog. I will wrestle with figuring out how the page works after he has been fed, and maybe myself as well, if my baby to be decides to let me keep it down that it.