Another rant about something maternity related ...

Aaron and I went shopping today to pick up some last minute items for my hospital bag. You know, the one that I'm supposed to be packing ... probably right now ... oops. The main thing that I needed was night clothes for the hospital, lanisoh, pacifers, and maternity bras.

We went to the "Bra Specialist" for the maternity bras. Yeah, we have to go to a specialty shop for these bazooma's because the regular maternity stores make me look like I'm going to enter myself in a teeny weeny bikini contest. Seriously, the only thing the regular store bras cover is PART of a nipple.

Maternity bras ... check.

Off to Target to see about some PJs and the other items on the list. Target's maternity line is lacking. Seriously. Every time I go, I never find ANYTHING. Reasons why I am STILL going have yet to be discovered. I'll just blame it on being too lazy to drive all the way to the mall this time.

I picked up some pants that'll work just fine ... and went around trying to find some tops. Nope. None. Nada. So, I'm stuck wearing the same last three cotton comfy shirts that my stomach still fits in for my PJ shirts while in the hospital. Aaron says that he can't WAIT until I can start wearing regular shirts again and he will never have to see these shirts (three exactly the same just a different color) again.

But dangit if they aren't comfortable ...

Oh, and one last thing. I can't STAND nicknames for pacifiers. I will ONLY be referring to my child's pacifier by its true name "pacifier." None of this, nuk nuk, or nunu, or nom nom, or paci, or whatever. Gag.

I guess this is enough procrastinating ... I mine as well go and pack my bag and get it over with ... who knows, maybe Liam WILL decide to come early. Doubtful, very doubtful ...

But just in case ... room ready!

Cancer Awareness?

Today, I get off work (which sucked) and come home to find numerous status updates that contained random colors.

I rolled my eyes and went on about my business. In fact, I even found out that it's possible that President Obama will be giving a speech on the day that Lost will be premiering ... WHAT!?!?

Anyway, after further investigation ... I received this email:

Some fun is going on.... just write the color of your bra in your status. Just the color, nothing else. And send this on to ONLY girls no men .... It will be neat to see if this will spread the wings of cancer awareness. It will be fun to see how long it takes before the men will wonder why all the girls have a color in their status... Haha! ♥

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What *I* would like to know is how it's supposed to be cancer awareness if no one even knows what the heck the color stands for? Doesn't it actually have to talk about the thing that it was trying to inform people of to be considered awareness? I mean ... not to be a buzz kill or anything ... but seriously.

So now facebook is riddled with everyone and their mother (literally) posting the colors ... which makes ME immediately imagine them in their bras ... including my high school theatre teacher. VERY uncool.

But, for the record ... mine is a dingy nude.

See?

Well, it's day three ...

and I'm already running out of things to take pictures of.

I swear, I was going to take all these adorable pictures today of my doxie Link playing with his best friend Jeff. Jeff is a neighbor of mine from when we lived at our old apartment. Unfortunately, I got lazy ... and Jeff wasn't feeling well ... so we decided to rain check that meeting. Luckily, I didn't tell Link about it. He would have started whining about it ... and would probably chew up another book of mine.

Oh waitttt ... He already did chew up a book of mine, while I wasn't paying him attention because I was in the bathtub. See, I don't think that raising a child is going to be that hard after raising a doxie. He seems like he's probably a little more needy than a child.

I mean, I'm already used to all of the animals filing into the bathroom while I take my bath. See, no privacy ... check!

Luckily, for Christmas ... my amazing husband got me the greatest gift in the world: The Kindle!



Now, if Link tries to chew THIS book ... it'll break his teeth! Win for me!

What I See When I look down

My stomach is getting huge! There's still four more weeks to go ... yikes.



A few days ago, we had Aaron's parents and sister over for the evening! It was a lot of fun. There were three doxie's and a chi running around, so the cats called it a night ... for the whole day.



And I made some DELICIOUS "Fruit Cookies." It was actually supposed to be fruit pizza. However, I didn't have a roller ... and apparently wasn't clever enough to use ANY THING ELSE THAT IS KIND OF CIRCULAR to roll out the dough. So, I made fruit cookies instead. They came out absolutely amazing. Too bad they aren't at all healthy!

Resolutions

It's that time again!

Resolutions for this year are as follows:

Lose 50 lbs (which shouldn't be difficult since 40 of that is Baby weight)
Stop cussing (Must be a good Momma!)
Stop Procrastinating and MAKE things happen
Take more pictures!

So, I've decided that I'm going to try and keep up with the picture taking on the blog. I'll post a new picture every day! Minus the days that I'll be in the hospital with the baby ... when I come back after that I'm sure I'll have TONS of pictures to post .... so it should even itself out.

So, I leave you with a cute one! Liam says HELLO AND HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!

I hate my J-O-B

Go figure, right?

After four (read: almost six) years of college, I'm seriously re-thinking what I went to school for.

The school that I teach at is still considered a "suburban" school ... but is actually more of an "inner-city" school. Think Freedom Writers without the eventual respect and love coming from the students and you've got my every day life!

Seriously, I was actually told a couple of days in "This is like Freedom Writers, except we're going to tear that White Bitch up." Awesome.

Can you imagine how this is sucking the idealistic life force right out of my very soul?

Here's a couple of phrases that I hope YOU never hear at your job:

1. You should be teaching somewhere in The Woodlands. (Me:) What is that supposed to me? (Student:) You don't belong here, Miss.
   
2. I hope your baby dies
3. Shut the *@(& up, I don't care what the *@(& you think.
4. (Fingers in ears) NAH NAH NAH ... I'm not listening to you ... (Yeah, that's right ... I teach a bunch of babies posing as ninth graders)
5. My mom can kick your ass.
   

Etc. Etc. Etc.

Needless to say, my stress level is through the roof. I keep getting told that my next year will be so much easier. I know it will be ... but it doesn't make this year all that much fun.

Luckily, I'm on Christmas break right now. I'm still enjoying one more week of vacation before I go back. During this time ... I'm supposed to write this huge report about each of my 32 possible failures for the semester. Apparently, the English department is only allowed to have a 15% fail rate. So, we have to completely justify all of our failures. I don't know how many times I'm going to have to write "Sits and stares at me with contemptuous looks while not turning anything in" on the form.

How am I supposed to pass someone that doesn't turn anything in? How am I supposed to justify that they've learned something ... when they can't show me anything that they've done that proves that they've learned it?

I keep getting told "Well, if you fail them ... they are just going to end up dropping out because they are going to get frustrated." Hm, maybe if they turned some work in (some EASY work, mind you) then they wouldn't get frustrated. Some of the students can't even read very well ... and here they are in the ninth grade, because other teachers have just been passing them along. Lovely.

So, there goes all of my faith in the public school system. I'm seriously considering home-schooling Liam with this cool program that they have up here. It's classical education at it's finest ... and I've always said that Liam sounds like an intellects name.

I got a J-O-B

Like a real one. One that utilizes my degree and everything.

About three weeks ago, I was called in for an interview at a High School in Spring. I thought that I did OK in the interview, given that I was unable to wear a suit because of my protruding belly, and even laid it all out on the table. I let them know that I was due Feb. 1st, which they all seemed thankful about.

I assumed they seemed thankful, because now there was an excuse not to hire me. I asked them when they would be making their decision. They said Friday.

Friday came and went ... twice.

Last Monday, I got a phone call from one of the administrator's that I interviewed with. She said how impressed she was with me ... blah blah blah. I was waiting for the "But, we've decided to go in another direction" like I've heard numerous times over the months since graduation.

But instead, she offered me the position. I accepted.

Now, I'm simply waiting on all of the formalities. My background check is still being ran ... they are trying to decide where to put me ... etc.

But, I'm as ready as I'll ever be. I've picked up my copy of Harry Wong, I've studied the thing from front to back, now lets just hope that I will be able to implement the procedures that will make me a successful first year teacher.

Oh, and did I mention that my schedule is going to be a pretty nice one? I'll have 3 weeks before Thanksgiving holidays ... (week off) ... three weeks before Christmas Holidays (two weeks off) ... 2 to 4 weeks (depending on Baby) before my maternity leave (6-8 weeks off) and then 10 weeks back before the end of the school year. And I'll be sitting there with a full year of teaching credit!

Sweet.

Hopefully.

I'll keep you posted.