Jesus-Ween!

Just kidding. We didn't do that. We did have tons 'o fun with friends and family last night, though. The Megan and the Natalie finally got to meet, and I think they got along well. The Calvin finally got to play with Pooh and Kevin.
We watched "Werewolf" on Mystery Science Theater 3000 first, which totally set the mood. Then we busted out Betrayal at House on the Hill (us girls played online instead), then we found out that Big Bang Theory had had a Halloween episode this week which none of us had seen! We quickly rectified this (thanks Kevin!) and it was glorious!
Then Munchkin was brought out, and before you ask, yes, it was past midnight by the time we all made it to bed. We only played one round, though, much to everyone's relief, I think.
We made caramel corn, Megan brought these cute peanut butter Ritz sandwiches with raisin eyes and pretzel stick legs! So yummy and so cute!
I wish I could've taken pictures, but we still haven't found the battery charger for the camera. Boo. So, by then we'll probably have pictures of our cute holiday-ready house and my ever expanding middle! Huzzah!
And Happy Halloween!

Epicness

First of all, you HAVE to watch this!! I'm so flippin' excited!!

Second, I was reading a comic that was about being socially awkward and it went something like this:

Go to say 'goodbye' on the phone, say 'I love you' instead.

It reminded me of 4th grade. I had procrastinated (surprise, surprise) a project that was due Monday. It was Saturday afternoon. To make sure I didn't mess around, Mom put me at the kitchen table where she would keep an eye on me when she'd periodically pass by.

Of course I was sitting there miserably staring at my work wishing it'd just go away, when the phone rang. I hopped up and grabbed it before my Mom could get to it, eager to have an excuse to not sit there staring at my failure.

Instead of 'hello?' I said 'dear Heavenly Father?'

Mom didn't hear. The person calling to talk to Mom didn't hear. But I didn't know that.

I turned bright red and sat myself back down in my spot and waited for Mom to get off the phone. She peeked in on me and I apologized, much to her confusion. I confessed my error, and she laughed (because she's cool like that) and said 'project going that badly, huh?' and walked away. 

Laughing.

I love my family.

Baby Update #2?

I'm not sure where I actually am in regards to updates, but here's another! Sorta. 
So, I thought I was feeling the baby move a few times last week, but mayhaps it was just gas bubbles... I haven't felt anything since Saturday, which got me a tad paranoid last night as Pooh and I were doing some pre-sleep chatting. But really, I'm not supposed to be feeling much of anything anyway just yet. And since this is in keeping with my "paranoia timeline", I'm sure everything's fine.
My last appointment was over 2 weeks ago, and my next one is next Friday, so I think I've actually done really well this time. 
Then again, the best time to feel movement is at night when I lay down, right? Well, I feel my pulse so strongly down there when I lay down that it might simply be covering up any movement I should be feeling...
I might break into work today to quiz my ladies who've taken early childhood development since Bai is at work (how dare she?). They know LOTS! Thank heavens for infant development classes that include pregnancy!
Watch out, ladies! Here I come!!

Fictional Minutiae

I should really take some photos of myself. I feel like my children will wonder many things about my life. Like:
Did mom date anyone before dad? (Yes, but we like to destroy evidence) 
What did you do the first two years of marriage? (Secret operations for the government. We'll tell you when you're older. Maybe.)
Was I delivered by the stork? (It's entirely possible. We don't have any proof you weren't...)
Was dad ever normal? (You'd have to ask Grandma. I came in too late to testify of any normalcy.)
Were you ever normal? (No.)
Really? (Yes. You can ask Gramere about that one. She knows.)


Ok, now I'm straying into an actual fictional conversation with my future kids.
It's time to go nap.

Confusion On The Airwaves

So, just now driving home from visiting with friends/family, we were listening to the radio.  It was playing "Tainted Love" which is always fun to sing along to.  Then the auto-announcer declared the next song to be a rewind. I'm anticipating Doobie Brothers or Beegees or something along those lines.  
"3 AM" by Matchbox 20.


Ok.


The very next song (back to the future) is "Don't You Want Me, Baby?"


I think this radio station needs to have their chronology updated.

Disk Vader

Irony, How I Love/Loathe Thee

I got my flu shot at my last doctor's appointment.  My flu shot gave me the flu.  Pooh insists that a flu shot always gives you the flu, you just might not have any symptoms.  
I have symptoms.*
It's not as bad as, say, actually getting the flu and having to suffer through it full force, but let's face it, the timing could be better.
So, at Friday's appointment, Pooh tagged along because he had the day off (the recup day after Parent-Teacher Conferences), so he got to hear the heartbeat. Cat's out of the bag, I guess. We set up our next appointment (another come in, check the heartbeat, etc) and then the 20 week appointment where we get the ultrasound and everything!!
Words can't express how I'm excited for that day!




*Hi, Mom. I think I figured it out. None of us are as active as we once were. Even with Bai and Smalls chasing little kids around, they're not exactly putting in the hours in the gym like we all used to. Then me and Smalls both have our immune systems repressed so as not to attack our developing tinies. That along with Spring and Fall with their schizophrenic weather and allergy attacks don't make for spring chicken feelings. So don't worry. We'll be fine. Eventually.

It All Makes Sense Now...

So, my biggest confusion during my first trimester (and even now) was why my morning sickness grew worse as the day wore on.  I'd be pretty fine in the mornings, but by dinner time I was squirming at the mention of food.
Even now (and I really noticed it yesterday), I am sqeamish in a morning sickness way.  I've managed to not take any medications, but I think now I'll have to.
On a whim, I looked up a world clock and the answer became clear: I'm still on South Korea time.  Some part of me is insisting that right now it is in fact 9:44 am and the rest of me is greatly confused.
It all makes sense.  My body's been in a different time zone all this time.


What? Stranger things have happened.