Apparently, I am not Spiderman

Everything is annoying me lately.  J got out of the shower last night and the smell of the soap annoyed me (because it didn't smell right).  I made shrimp creole last night and it was gritty because J didn't get all of the veins out.  Oh come on, you would be annoyed by that, too.  And now I am annoyed because I am supposed to be going out with my friends tonight.  It isn't that I don't want to go, but because I'm in such a pissy mood and I feel gross.

Part of the reason I feel gross is because of the weight gain.  Yep, you read correctly.  I will be six weeks on Friday and I have already put on 3 lbs.  It isn't the number that bothers me, just the fact that I feel a bit pudgy and my clothes are a little tighter.  This feeling is further exaggerated by the following situation, which occured yesterday:

I was having a nice lunch with my co-workers when someone came into the office.  Nice person that I am, I let everyone else eat and I went to help the person.  Five minutes later, lunch resumed.  After lunch, the woman that I work most closely with (and a pretty good friend) said that another one of the women asked her if I was pregnant.  She literally waited until I walked out of the room and asked IN FRONT OF EVERYONE ELSE.  Two things piss me off about this: 1. She purposefully waited until I left the room.  2.  She didn't pull anyone to the side, she put it out there for everyone to hear.  This could affect my job, not to mention my sanity.

I have always been on the lean side and realize that I've put on a few pounds.  But seriously, it isn't that noticable.  So I have no clue what led her to this conclusion.  I really want to tell her IN FRONT OF EVERYONE to stop acting like a high school gossip queen and mind her own fucking business, but I'm not ready to out myself to everyone yet for the aforementioned reasons.  Alas, I shall sit back and stew over it.  My time will come.

Anyway, all of that aside.  I'm sitting at my desk trying to figure out what to do about tonight.  Maybe I can go buy a cheap and more comfortable outfit and still go tonight?  Then, what to do about my husband?  I can't tell him not to use soap.  I can't make him pay more attention to what he is doing.  I give up!  He told me that I am pregnant and that I do not have spidey-senses and that I need to get over it.  Boy, it is going to be a loooonnng eight more months for him!

And then there was...

Silence?  Not really what I expected from our big announcement.  We had it all planned out perfectly, but what we could not plan for was the reaction (or non-reaction) from our parents.  My brother and his girlfriend came over early, as we needed them to take pictures for us.  My brother, whom I fully expected to respond to the news with a shrug and "cool," showed a wider range of emotion than anyone else.  And he just smiled... and said "cool."

Our parents got to our house around 2:00pm.  I could not contain myself, so I decided that we would go ahead with our surprise.  We had ordered a cake that said "Happy Birthday Grandparents."  We sang and presented them with the cake.  And then there was... silence.  Yep.  That is all.

J's mother finally asked if we were celebrating something else.  I answered yes, and she let out a yelp of excitment, ran over and hugged me.  Then J's father hugged me and said "oh yeah, happy anniversary."  No, no, NO!!!  What is wrong with you people!!???  Then my mother says that she knew, that she could tell in the last week by things that I said.  Whatev.  I think it was a well educated guess.  However, she had picked up a little Mom-to-Be Hallmark angel for me.  Very cute and the one indication that she was excited.  I think it took the wind out of her sails that she wasn't the first to know.  My dad took a few minutes to understand what was going on, but he was excited, too. 

Overall, it did not go as planned, but what ever does?  Our parents are all thrilled beyond belief, even though it took them a few minutes to process the information.  It was a nice afternoon and I felt free to eat all the birthday cake I wanted.

My husband is lucky to be alive

Because I almost killed him at 12:15 this morning.  We went out with some friends to a Mexican restaurant last night for J's birthday.  Now let me just say, being that it was his birthday I gave him a hell of a lot of slack.  And yes, he hung himself.  Good God.  The beer and tequilla were flowing, and there I sat faking illness because I could not partake in the festivities.  Can I just tell you how much it sucks to be with eight other people who are drinking when you can't?  It sucks.  And my husband is the most obnoxious drunk EVER.

I did not eat at the restaurant.  I didn't want to go in the first place, but I sucked it up and went for his sake.  It wasn't all bad, but I had no intention of sitting there for three hours, which we did.  Then J got more obnoxious when we got home.  He laid down on the living room floor and "went to sleep."  Yes, he passed out.  Thankfully.

Then at 11:30 he decided to get in the bed with me.  After 45 minutes of listening to him snore, I lost it.  I became a screaming banshe.  Yep, I was screaming at this drunk man at 12:15am.  I was so tired, all I wanted was to sleep.  Finally, I grabbed my pillow and went to the guest room. 

Then, I realized I was hungry.  Luckily, there were leftover meatballs in the fridge.  And oh my, they were fantastic.  Just what I needed.  Unfortunately, it wasn't quite so easy to go back to sleep. 

So here I sit today at my desk with a massive headache, still hungry, and exhausted.  My husband is lucky to be alive.

J's Big Birthday Present

As you can already tell, I am not very good at keeping you apprised of the details of my life.  Oh well, that's how I roll.  So, in folllow up to my little testing tidbit from last week... drumroll please!

Okay, so it is kind of hard to see, but it is there!  I finally got out of bed at 5:00am on Monday because I had slept very little the night before.  All night I kept dreaming that I was up and peeing on sticks, so why the hell not just do it?  I will tell you why.  Because I was nervous as fuck.  Sorry, there is no putting it mildly.  I went in the bathroom and paced for a good five minutes before getting on with it.  I honestly don't even know what the one with the lines said because the digital popped up pretty quickly. 

I was absolutely shaking and had to go sit in the living room before attempting to cook breakfast for J.  He had requested a birthday feast of steak, onions, and hashbrowns; however, I was in no way interested in losing a finger, so I calmed down a bit before I got to slicing and dicing.

He woke up at 6:00am and I gave him his birthday card.  Then I gave him a cute little onesie that said "Little Monkey."  Trust me, not really how I thought I would tell him, but I was completely at a loss for words.  The words I'm Pregnant completely escaped me.  Go figure.  I actually do have a picture of his reaction, but I have not decided if I want to post it or not.  Sorry to be a tease, but I may decide to just keep that one between the two of us.  Or I may get over it and post it.  J just kept smiling all morning.  It was good to see him so happy on his birthday.

Tired of the drama

Why can't people just get along and play nice?  I mean, I'm a bitch by nature, but come on people!  An acquaintance from high school recently lost her baby during labor after she carried him for 40 weeks.  I can not fathom how utterly horrific that must be for her and her family.  Since then, she has been diagnosed with pharyngeal cancer.  As if all of this wasn't enough, her cousin is now accusing her of A. faking her pregnancy, B. faking cancer, C. killing her baby if she was actually pregnant.  I have to wonder why.  What could this girl, who is going through so much right now, have possibly done to deserve this?  The cousin even went as far as to set up a Facebook account in the name of an old classmate, request friends, then post a photoalbum with pictures captioned calling the girl a slut, trash, and even going as far as to say that it was a blessing her baby died.

And for what?  What does it take to open someone's eyes and make them realize that life is too short?  If someone hurts you and your relationship is beyond repair, cut them out.  It seems like it should be so simple.  There are barely words to describe how I felt about reading those comments on Facebook.  I know that I could never be as vile and disgusting as the person who wrote them.

Drama is just way too exhausting.  I think I will go enjoy a drama-free weekend!  Today is my Friday, and I plan on making the most of my long weekend.  Oh, and did I mention that I'm testing on Monday?  Fingers crossed!

Only one week late!

Early morning before the fog cleared.  You can barely see the other tents that form the big circle.

Under our porch

J sitting at our tent, number 64

The dining area.  The kids left their toys on the table.

J and I after church.

Bad dreams

I woke up about 3:00am FURIOUS with J.  Why?  Because I had a horrible dream.  In this dream, he left to go to a meeting, then I found out he was really going to a bar with one of his friends.  To make matters worse, I then found out that he had drained our bank accounts, leaving me with $444.00.  Thank you Jon Gosselin for your influence on my dream, you douche.

When I got up this morning, J was being so sweet- hugging me and fixing my breakfast and coffee.  It really made me laugh!  Almost as if he knew he had done something wrong, ha!

Still uploading pictures.  Seriously, there are 227 of them, mostly of my sweet baby puppy.  What can I say?  I'm a proud mama.  I will post the camp meeting ones and maybe a few other fun ones for good measure!

Have a fab Friday everyone!  XXXOOO

It has taken me this long to recover.

Forrealz.  Spending the night at that campground was the most miserable experience of my life.  Okay, maybe I'm being a leetle overdramatic.  And maybe my miserable experience might have been a touch exaggerated by the fact that I had a couple of vodka treats, stayed up until about 1:00am, and was woken by some kind of God-awful horn at 6:00am.  Awful, I tell ya.  Pictures are coming soon, I promise!

My next adventure was to take place this weekend at Edisto Beach.  Alas, it was not meant to be.  I won't bore you with the details, although I'm sure you would love to hear the dirty saga involving jail, house arrest, and nail-biting drama.  I guess J and I will be spending the weekend at home.  I can't remember the last time I was able to say that.

J is a complete workaholic.  Not in a bad way, but he feels like he has to keep busy around the house all.the.time.  Things certainly are taken care of around there, though!  However, it makes me feel a bit guilty/lazy when I want to relax and enjoy the weekend.  Yes dear, I know these things don't take care of themselves.  At least he has promised me sushi and a movie Saturday night.  Yay!

Thank God It is Friday

So here is how my morning went: wake up, sex, shower, amazing breakfast of grits, eggs, bacon and frying pan toast.  Good morning, indeed.  And I was on time to work.  Score.

Hopefully, my good day will continue to be just that.  When I leave work, I am headed back out to the camp ground.  I am absolutely not, under any circumstances, a "camping" person.  I don't do tents, bugs, etc.  Granted, this kind of tenting is a little different because we are in wooden structures, not actual tents.  My idea of camping is a night at the Holiday Inn, thankyouverymuch.

Alas, I will be roughing it tonight.  Wish me luck.  I am on a quest to determine if there truly is enough alcohol in this world to make camping fun.  Methinks not.  I plan to take tons of pictures, so I will try to post some of them for you to get an idea of what in God's name I'm talking about.  Until then, I hope you all have a fabulous weekend!