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So today I finally had my ultrasound and discovered that eensy baby that I'm gestating is a girl. 24 weeks down, 16 to go! How exciting! So ta da, my due date is June 11th. I just realized that my kid's birthdays now will be in May, June, and July. Ohohoho, iiiiinteresting. Trying to figure out names and so far Adam is vetoing the first name I want, but is totes ok with it as a middle name. Lucille Marigold Rooney? I like it. Lucy is one of my favorite names ever. 2nd choice is Elise as a first name, which I also dig. I want to have a few names to choose from, just in case one doesn't suit her.
In any case, life is going ok. I am putting in applications and trying to get a second job but no one really is interested in hiring me after I come in for an interview. Oh, you love my app and would love for me to come in to talk? Great! I show up and oh.. uhm.. they found someone else for the position... Fuck. Makes things difficult. I would love to just get a decent amount of hours at the job I have and my store manager just quit, maybe the new one we get will be less of an asshole abuot hours? I am so tired of the two ladies over 40 getting 14-20 hours every week while everyone else gets between 6-10 or so. It's not fair and they keep pretending it is, and tell us that's just the way the hours fell. Horseshit. I have completely open availability and I get half the hours? Pffft.
If I could get decent work hours, I think everything else would be less stressful.. I think tomorrow I'm going to go get my taxes filed. And hey, Friday is my birthday! I'll be 24, whoo hoo. We're going to head out of town for the weekend to see my family and his and on the way drop by Ikea to get Deli a highchair. My sister wants me to drop by her place and hang out but I don't know. I'd rather just get into town and see my mum, the last few times I've visited she's been working a ton and I barely saw her. This time she's got the whole weekend off, which is awesome. I can't wait to spend some real quality time with her.
Anyway, I've been writing this over the course of the evening and now I'm just finished. This baby just wants to burst through my stomach- she's doing this gangster lean thing where she presses her back against my stomach and just pushes off my pelvis into my back. It really, really hurts. She kicks around a lot and the ultrasound tech was actually worried about how low down she was kicking, worried that she'd pop her little foot out and cause some trouble.
So she's been thrashing around in there all evening and I ran around chasing Deli who just wanted to do things like dip her hands in the cat's water dish and crawl under things she shouldn't. And Ollie mooked it up too, it was all just very trying. Apparently Adam has an awful headache and feels like shit, so he's been napping/laying in bed grumbling since 8pm. It's 11:30 and I finally got both the kids down and now I am beat and done. Just finished. I threw on Project Runway and I'm pulling out my knitting and damn it! I'm going to eat some sugar cookies and be unhealthy and I don't care. I feel like I've earned it.
Hmph.
In any case, life is going ok. I am putting in applications and trying to get a second job but no one really is interested in hiring me after I come in for an interview. Oh, you love my app and would love for me to come in to talk? Great! I show up and oh.. uhm.. they found someone else for the position... Fuck. Makes things difficult. I would love to just get a decent amount of hours at the job I have and my store manager just quit, maybe the new one we get will be less of an asshole abuot hours? I am so tired of the two ladies over 40 getting 14-20 hours every week while everyone else gets between 6-10 or so. It's not fair and they keep pretending it is, and tell us that's just the way the hours fell. Horseshit. I have completely open availability and I get half the hours? Pffft.
If I could get decent work hours, I think everything else would be less stressful.. I think tomorrow I'm going to go get my taxes filed. And hey, Friday is my birthday! I'll be 24, whoo hoo. We're going to head out of town for the weekend to see my family and his and on the way drop by Ikea to get Deli a highchair. My sister wants me to drop by her place and hang out but I don't know. I'd rather just get into town and see my mum, the last few times I've visited she's been working a ton and I barely saw her. This time she's got the whole weekend off, which is awesome. I can't wait to spend some real quality time with her.
Anyway, I've been writing this over the course of the evening and now I'm just finished. This baby just wants to burst through my stomach- she's doing this gangster lean thing where she presses her back against my stomach and just pushes off my pelvis into my back. It really, really hurts. She kicks around a lot and the ultrasound tech was actually worried about how low down she was kicking, worried that she'd pop her little foot out and cause some trouble.
So she's been thrashing around in there all evening and I ran around chasing Deli who just wanted to do things like dip her hands in the cat's water dish and crawl under things she shouldn't. And Ollie mooked it up too, it was all just very trying. Apparently Adam has an awful headache and feels like shit, so he's been napping/laying in bed grumbling since 8pm. It's 11:30 and I finally got both the kids down and now I am beat and done. Just finished. I threw on Project Runway and I'm pulling out my knitting and damn it! I'm going to eat some sugar cookies and be unhealthy and I don't care. I feel like I've earned it.
Hmph.