Unfortunately, I'm going to have to leave some of you hangin' until Christmas.
You guys can't know until Christmas haha. I would tell you, but uh..my sister has a myspace, & she checks mine frequently. So she would tell my family & it would ruin my master plan...Want to know? My family doesn't read my blogs, so they won't know a thing...but...HOPEFULLY the baby is cooperative or this will just all go down the toilet haha.
After my ultrasound, I'm going to call everyone & tell them the baby didn't cooperate & we won't know the sex until he/she is born...& they'll be all sad & anxious & miserable & everything! But on Christmas, I'm buying 2 cards; one for my in-laws, & one for my family...& it's going to have this poem inside:
I do not have a face to see or to put inside a frame,
I do not have soft cheeks to kiss And don't yet have a name.
You cant yet hold my tiny hands Nor whisper in my ear,
Its still to soon to sing a song, Or cuddle me so near.
But all with change come May, (That's when they say I'm due)
I'm your new little baby "boy/girl ", and I cant wait to meet you!
All I ask between now and then Is your patience while I grow,
I promise I'll be worth the wait because of all the love we'll know.
So what I have to give you now, Is a wish to you from me...
I cannot wait to be apart Of this wonderful family.
Love, Baby "Molly/Jonah"
Due May 18, 2009!
--But of course, I'll have the gender specified
Think they'll hate me or love me for doing that? hahaha. I'm getting copies of the ultrasound pictures made to put in the cards, so hopefully the grandmas find it special. 
I'm probably going to mail Steve's mom's card out to her because I don't think I'll see her when I come home. 
She moved pretty far away.--Anyway, yes. I'm dying in suspense here. I've been referring to the baby as "Molly" because I just have a strong feeling it's a girl. I HOPE!
&&&&&&&&& just to distract me...I'm going to ramble a little bit about my week.
So I have this amazing new pregnancy symptom now guys. I'm done being sick & tired fucking finally. Now my vision went to hell, & I have like...chronic nosebleeding haha. But it SUCKS! How come no one ever tells you being pregnant is like the worst possible thing that could possibly happen to you?! --maybe because it's not haha. It's worth it in the end..I guess that's why no one specifies about the details...--Anyway. I had to take out my contacts because yeah..my EYES are swollen. Eyelids & all. Every morning when I wake up, I always ask Steve if he punched me hahaha. Nope. My eyes are just very puffy all the damn time. It feels like I have a constant black eye. It sucks! & the nosebleeds! They're even worse! I had two really bad ones this week..There's a lot of obscene-ness in this description, so sorry for all of the info.
On Wednesday, I was taking a nice nap because I had a long day, & me & Littles were just cuddling & all that stuff...all of a sudden, my nose just started bleeding EVERYWHERE. I pinched it in hopes it would stop bleeding, but no! NO NO NO! I stuck my face in the sink & grabbed a huge wad of toilet paper...which still didn't stop the bleeding...So I called my madre as blood was pouring out of my face & asked her what to do like ten minutes later. She told me to put ice on my face to help it clot. So I took out otter pops & arranged them around my nose in hopes that would help a little..nope. I was on the phone with her for like 20 minutes. Finally she told me to call April & tell her to take me to the hospital. I was all prepared to march 50 feet to her apartment with my otter pop-strewn face to ask her if she would mind, & my nose stopped bleeding! I was elated. I told my madre, & she was happy too haha. So I said goodbye, & went to assess the bloody damage I caused. Yeah. My bathroom looked like a murder scene. & the weapon of choice was toilet paper. haha. I never even thought to look in the mirror. I looked like Jesus from the passion...Seriously! I had blood all over me!
Thursday, I thought the curse was lifted. I went through the whole day without a sign of a nosebleed. I had my sociology final that day, so I considered myself well enough to go. I was sitting beside my friend Brenda, & we were just catching up on how hard the study guide was & how we're going to fail & all that stuff when all of a sudden..MY NOSE STARTS BLEEDING AGAIN! It was EXTREMELY embarrassing! I got blood all over the desk, the floor, my coat, my clothes...I bolted to the nearest bathroom & pinched my nose shut as HARD as I could! I only had 5 minutes to make this stop...& I knew that wasn't going to happen. So I stocked up on a bunch of toilet paper, & held my nose shut, & walked back into the classroom. I was trying really hard not to make a scene. yeah, it wasn't working so well. We finally started our test, & my poor nose was not letting up. I was the first one done though. Horray. So I sat in the bathroom until it stopped. A lot of girls came in from class & asked me how I was doing & what caused it, so I thought I would explain to them I was pregnant & it was normal so they wouldn't think I was being a pussy haha. & it worked. They were all so sweet!
Oh and also on Wednesday..heh...I'm sure some of you who witnessed my bitch moment probably didn't think I had it in me..hell, I didn't even think I had it in me. I swear. I'm getting more like my mom everyday. Well uh..here's that story.
My sleeping schedule has been fucked up. I go to bed at 3 am, & wake up at 1pm. It's been nice. I just feel guilty I couldn't go to bed any earlier. ANYWAY, I went to bed at 3am Tuesday night, & I had to wake up at 7am to take Jen to the dentist to get her root canal done. So We get back at like 10:30 am, & I have my psych final at 12. I studied until 11:30 when I had to leave, & I got done with my final at 1:30. After that, Jen asked me if I could take her to pay her waterbill. So I did. & then I finally came home to chill out after my long tiring day. ten minutes after I walk in the door, Steve texts me to ask me if I can bring him his boots. & uh. The base is about a 30 minute drive from our apartment. I was pissed. On top of that, I was stressed about my next final! I was not a happy pregnant woman! Even though I was trying to be happy for his sake, but c'mon! I've had a long day! So I procrastinated that drive as long as I could, but finally I just decided I could've been home if I had left when he told me to.
Usually when I drop stuff off to Steve I just wait in the parking lot outside of the building where he works. So I waited..I told him I was there...& I waited...& waited some more...Finally, a half hour flies by without an answer from Steve. So here I am, LIVID, & thinking of the million things I could be doing instead of this...all I want to do is fucking leave! So I get into my "fuck everyone, no one else matters but me" mentality, & I marched out on to the flightline. I open the doors & start looking around for Steve. I assumed he would be in there...he told me to meet him there...So finally some tall guy comes up to me & says, "can I help you? --Wait, you're not supposed to be in here...um..what do you need?" (he then starts talking louder...) "This is a restricted area, you're not supposed to be here." I rolled my eyes & said, "could you give these to my irresponsible husband, Carpenter?" & all of these military guys poured out of all the rooms to watch the showdown. The tall guy didn't know what to say. So then three other guys came up to me & told me the same schpeel. "You're not supposed to be in here...This is a restricted area..." I rolled my eyes again. & I told them, "Cool, that doesn't matter. Could you PLEASE give these boots to Carpenter?" No luck. They're too thick headed. I was getting so frustrated. Finally some fat bald guy comes out & says, "You're not supposed to be here, this area is highly secure, you can't be in here without--" "I DON'T CARE, COULD YOU PLEASE GIVE THESE BOOTS TO CARPENTER?!!!!!!!" Was all I could manage. The short guy just gave me a dirty look, yelled for Steve with no luck, & some really nice brown guy with brown hair finally takes Steve's boots for me. The short bald guy then gives me a nice lecture that I wasn't buying & I just said, "Okay, can I go now?" & I had to be escorted out. heh. Needless to say, Steve was pissed at me. Well too freaking bad, he should've been more responsible & remembered his boots. I bet he'll never forget them again.
*sigh* Well, that was therapeutic. It's now 2:17 am. UGH. I'm not tired in the least. I don't know how to occupy myself. Steve has to wake up in 2 hours for work, so I don't know what I'm going to do until then.
I'll update later! Oh, & my plane lands in Binghamton TOMORROW (12/23) at 10:43 PM EST! YAYAYAYAYAYAY!
Ciao!
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