Procrastination

Getting ever closer to my due date, and it seems to be making me lazy. Or I was lazy already, and now I just have a ready excuse. It's probably the latter, but I've nicely justified it to myself by saying I have to slack before a tiny dictator arrives. =D Total sense, right? This week I have to clean however, so I'm procrastinating with Gilmore Girls and blog posting.

Bobby called me slightly panicked this morning: he thought his parents were going to be here at the same time. My mom's baby shower is this weekend, so they were both invited, but my mother in law seems to be boycotting group visitation. We already told Bobby's dad he could have the bed in the nursery. His mom emailed yesterday to confirm it was okay for her to come October 2, and Bobby told her she could have the bed. Then, this morning, he realized that the baby shower is this weekend, and, for some reason, thought it was also October 2. So yeah, obviously, he was a little concerned about having promised the same bed to each parent and accompanying spouse for the same weekend.

So, about that. I kind of thought my mother in law would have taken an interest in one of the baby showers. She's sent a couple emails about the baby. When we first told her, she sent an announcement to her mailing list and forwarded the well wishes she got back. She sent us some pictures of Halloween costumes ideas for next year. I'm not sure if she's making token outreaches because she feels obligated or if she wants to be more involved and isn't sure how to go about it. It is, however, terribly difficult to make delicate inquiries into Ann's thought processes. She reads into things. So, uh, yeah. Not sure what to do there. Then again, I thought it would have been easy enough to attend a party with 30 other people, half of whom she was related to. Now I'm wondering if she would've come to the wedding if Bobby and I had done that whole thing. No reason to dwell though, right?

Gilmore Girls is so awesome. I feel like a dork, kind of, watching tv on my computer by myself. I just love the sarcasm. And I love that Alexis Bledel has hips. It makes me wonder about how to build a relationship like theirs (and mine with my mom) with my daughter without being a single mom. Or, more simply put, it makes me hope extremely hard that she likes me. Not that I wasn't hoping that anyway. I think I'm safe for about a decade though, yeah?

I'm glad she's not a boy. I'll have a much easier time giving the sex talk to a girl. Get some practice in, then have it with the boy we're hopefully going to have next. I might be a little ahead of myself here. I also read a book about how to deal with the colic I don't know she'll develop. Granted, I thought it was about forming good sleeping habits when I bought it. Then once I realized it wasn't, I figured the knowledge couldn't hurt and read it anyway. I still want a book on the sleeping thing. If there's a way to help a baby sleep, I want to know about it. You know, short of head injuries and spiked bottles.

Scary Day

Today was a very bad day. I called Bush Leasing to set up a payment plan for the property taxes they billed us for, seemingly at random. The most they would agree to was 2 months, and I really wanted 3 to be able to pay it off. The guy I spoke to was very condescending and completely unmoving. He told me they couldn't stretch it out more because they'd had problems with people bailing on paying it at all. I told him I was willing to set up a direct draw from my account and pointed out I had a perfect payment history. He asked if I thought I deserved some sort of reward for doing as required. I asked if I could have some sort of indication of how regularly we would receive this tax, since we'd already paid it once this year. He told me that they don't receive it at regular intervals and can't find out from the City when it should be processed. He said, "The city has a lot more to do than just a contractor would. I see how you wouldn't understand how difficult it'd be to get that volume of paperwork processed." I was so pissed I literally saw red.

Towards the end of the call he informed me that I was actually on a conference call with his supervisor and the account billing person and that they all agreed that what I wanted was impossible and I was being very unprofessional. Holy hell. All that fury combined with my hormonal self, and I started crying when I got off the phone. Then I started hyperventilating. I called Bobby when my chest started to hurt and I started to kind of panic. He freaked out because I couldn't get words out intelligibly and called my stepdad to see if she had a way to get in touch with my mom. He told me he was going to call an ambulance if I couldn't calm down. It was all very upsetting. What finally worked was standing in front of the open freezer and taking deep breaths. My mom called as soon as she got off work. I guess I freaked everyone out, not just myself. Fuck Bush Leasing.

Not much to say today...

But it's my three year wedding anniversary! Go us!

Questions for Elizabeth

But now you gotta answer the questions too.

1) What is your name. Or, what do you prefer to be called online. My name is Paige. I usually use Absidey or some variation of that as my online alias.
2) How old are you? 23
3) Where do you live? Dallas, TX (Well, Carrollton, really, but that's getting picky.)
4) What is your occupation? Bobby calls me a philosopher, but I guess I'm a house wife soon to be stay at home mom? As my feminist inner child wails in the background...
5) What is your relationship status? Married.
6) If you're in a relationship, give me a brief synopsis of "your story" We met during my senior year in high school ('04) and moved in together when I graduated with much drama. We immediately started acting like an old married couple, and made it official in September of '06. Bobby got laid off that December, and we relocated to TX in January/February. We are currently in the process of entrenching ourselves more firmly into boring, responsible adulthood and giggling about it most of the way.
7) What are your hobbies, outside of internet? I like to fiddle with things. My last big project was building Bobby a new computer. Next I want to try to turn our collection of old parts into an FTP server. I also like to read.
8) What are your biggest passions in life? Well, I love my husband and my kittens. I'm passionate about debate and fiction and science.
9) Do you have children? Describe. If you don't have any, would you like them? I have a worm. Seriously, all she does is wiggle and squirm. In 6 weeks-ish, she should graduate to full on spawn.
10) What is most important to you in a friendship? Honesty
11) Are you religious? No
12) What are your favorite bands? Books? Movies? I really like ... oh, drawing a blank. Books, I like things by Neil Gaiman and Robin McKinley the best, but supplement between their publications with lots of things. Movie Love: The Princess Bride, Because I Said So and comedies in general. And I still can't remember the name of the band. But I also like Vanessa Carlton. OHOH. Ludo! Yes. Them.
13) Ask me one thing you would like to know about me. Well, as soon as you get pregnant, I want to hear all about it, of course. In the meantime: how do you feel about tv/video games in kids' rooms?

Icebergs

Okay, it was just going to be antarctic nursery, but I found an adorable pictures of narwhals (and a merbunny, oddly enough) on esty.com, so now it's a POLAR nursery. I posted a bunch of photoshopped ideas on facebook for feedback, but now I don't think I'll use any of them. Still, I'm pretty excited about it all. Perhaps I'm finally nesting?

You're getting very sleepy..

It's getting harder and harder to sleep (and drive. and reach the keyboard. and eat. etc ad nauseum). I do okay napping during the day, but I just can't get comfortable at night. I finally figured out the strange rhythmic sensation down low is hiccups. As soon as the thought occurred to me, I couldn't believe I hadn't figured it out before. It seemed so obvious! I can't figure out what's up though. (Literally, up.) My doctor says the baby's head is low, which is why I feel the hiccups right by my kidney. But there's something rounded that she sticks up right between my rips. I always assumed it was her head, since it's so hard and round. Maybe her butt? I don't know, but I sure wish she'd cut it out; it's very uncomfortable.

I think we've picked a name! The first one wasn't even on any of our original lists, but Bobby decided Evelyn was too old lady and didn't like any of the alternatives we came up with. Finally, he told me he'd be okay with Kate or Katie as a nickname for Katherine. We talked and talked about it before he came to that conclusion, but it's definitely a relief. I was afraid we'd be bickering about it in the labor & delivery room. So, the spawn might be known as Katherine (Katie) Inara in the future. My mom dislikes Inara, but I don't care.

Cravings

I've definitely started craving sweet things. Last night I dragged Bobby (and he brought the camera) to the store for dessert. We got chocolate bavarian cream pie, bananas, banana pudding ice cream, chocolate syrup, apple pie, and whipped cream. And then I put some of each on a plate, and we ate it. I'm going to go into a diabetic coma, I'm sure. Bobby's trying to act like a martyr to my pregnant cause, but he enjoyed it as much as I did.

I think I've finally figured out what I want to do with my nursery. I've been drawing a blank for months, but I posted a link to a song about ducks (Sinister Ducks!) on Facebook the other day, and my grandma wanted to know if that was my theme. I thought about it a second, and said, "My nursery theme is.. umm, icebergs." And it is. Kind of. I've found penguins for the walls, and everything is white and blue (or maybe green..). So it's not the most conventional of nursery themes, but I'm not the most conventional of moms, either.