AHHHH!!! New Moon!!!!

So I was surfing the web instead of working...not that anyone's shocked...and I saw that the New Moon poster was leaked!!! I saw it and though a lot of people don't like it, I do! I don't like Jacob until the 4th book but this looks like it's gonna be good!

What do you guys think? I must admit that after seeing the wolf pack, I'm ready to jump to TEAM JACOB. They're so cute!!!!

Why?

Why is it that when you're pregnant, you can't take any medication! I mean seriously...this is the one time in life that a woman is in constant pain, constant nausea and susceptible to every disease. BUT...we can't take anything for it!

And don't tell me I can take Tylenol; that junk is only good enough for a paper cut. I want Aleve, I want ibuprofen in 500 milligrams and I want my NyQuil! The good Lord knew that I was a wuss when it came to disease and pain so he let me be born in the 21st century with its technology and inventions so I could survive.

Is this punishment for the whole Eve giving Adam a fruit in the Garden of Eden? Because if it is i feel ripped off. Chances are Adam was whining about something to eat and to shut him up Eve handed him a fruit. She knew it was the wrong fruit but she probably figured: "Hey, not only will he stop complaining, he'll get kicked out and then I can be here in the Garden in peace."

Her plan backfired though so you fast forward thousands of years later and here I sit, whining and complaining about the fact I've been sick for a week straight with nothing to help me other than a Kleenex box and Halls cough drops.

And why am I whining and complaining? Because I needed to document this moment and have my child read it in the future so he or she understands why mommy needs her "special alone time" with a NyQuil bottle and a Robin Thicke CD playing in the background.

UPDATE: 2 things

First, since Kaytee thought my widget was creepy, I changed it. But I would like to say in my defense, that every other pregnant person's blog had that widget once and it took me FOREVER to find this one that would be less creepy. Only for you Kaytee, only for you. And how cute is the girl in this widget?! That's partly why I picked it; she has my ideal weight and looks.

Secondly, I am super excited since...for the next 3 months I am out of UH!!!!! YEAH!!! I have my last class on Wednesday but that's just the final. And then I am home free. So, if I don't answer anyone's texts, comments, or phone calls that's because I'm trying to make it through my last final.

Okay, that's all. Just thought I'd leave an update!

I don't think I'm ready...

Okay, so I'm pregnant. But recent events have brought the question to my mind, "Am I really ready?". I mean let's be honest; me...in charge of another human being...who can't eat, sleep or poop without my help? Doubtful, very doubtful.

This thought continues to be drilled in my head. I've talked to my mom about it and she tells me that you can never be prepared for things like this. No kid comes with an owner's manual (though I want them to) and you just have to do what comes naturally. Like some sort of maternal instinct.

Now I tell you that story, to tell you this one.

Yesterday I went to class and presented the research I've done so far on my paper. One of my classmates had to bring her 5 year old son since the husband is gone and no one could watch him. No problem. But this kid was ANNOYING. He was always singing at the top of his lungs or talking when other people were; and it wasn't unintentional. He'd wait till you wanted to say something and then belted his lungs out. His mom tried to hush him but she didn't give it much effort; like she did this everyday and it was no big deal.

Well then he starts running around the classroom, hitting a stick against the chairs. My teacher is trying to be understanding but at the same time is ticked off. Finally the kid hits my chair and I tell him, "Be careful, you're going to trip and fall."

He stuck his tongue at me!

So I stuck mine back. And he cried. Like I care. He tried to hit me but I held his head with my hand so his arms started swinging towards me but never hitting me. (You're probably wondering what the other people are doing. His mom's in the bathroom, my teacher is at the board with her back to me and the rest of the class is giving me the thumbs up)So finally he gets tired and gives up.

Class ends an hour later and as I'm leaving to my car so is my classmate and her son. She's telling the kid "Be careful you're going to trip." he sticks his tongue out at her and runs. Well obviously he trips, falls flat on his face and I run back inside laughing my head off. The look on his face when he realized he fell, after his mom and I said he was going to, was priceless.

But as funny as this is...I don't think I'm ready to have one of my own. But I can't really do anything about that now can I?

I'm pregnant!

Okay, so now I'm ready to tell people...I'm pregnant! I'm about 13 weeks pregnant to be exact. In case you're wondering why I waited this long to tell, it's because I had a miscarriage 2 years ago when I was 9 weeks. There was no way I wanted to go through that pain again, so we waited.

Now that I'm in the 2nd trimester, no longer feel like I'm going to throw up my insides and don't have to pee every other hour...I am happy. I'm not going to lie, this child was a demon at first. Some might think that's harsh for me to say, but it's true. I have the hospital visits, medication, and tears to prove it. Hopefully it'll be a better newborn than it was a fetus but we all know how well that worked out for Elizabeth! :)

We'll get to see what it is at the end of May. Rabici and I are hoping for a boy, but my mom is hoping for a girl. I'll be okay with a girl, I just really want a boy. I've always wanted a boy first (like he'll protect his little sister later on or something).

So that's our great news to tell! I will be keeping everyone updated on my progress. Thanks to those who've already wished me well and I'm glad to be joining the ranks of mother's...it's going to be interesting.

Not so good with putting the words together

So this is nothing earth shattering but Rabici and I had a hard time communicating this morning. Normally I wouldn't blog about this since this is sometimes a regular occurrence. However, what we said to each other this morning made me laugh so hard I began to cry.

Okay, so I'm getting ready to leave for work and to drop my sister-in-law off at school. I realize that Rabici is late for work so I ask: "Do you want to drop us off and take the car or are you going to catch the bus?"

He says: "Yes."

Yes what? Yes to the first or second! Sheesh! So I shake my head at him, give him a 2 second lecture about how annoying that is, and we leave so he can drop us off.

Well he sees something on my neck and says, "What's that? Is that a scar?"

I say: "Does it hurt?"

Rabici says, "Um...Yeah?" Then we both cracked up because we realized how dumb we sounded.

Yeah I know, I was retarded. I meant to say "It hurts" but for some reason I asked him "Does it hurt?".

(sigh) Oh well. It just shows that sometimes, we're not so good with the putting the words together.

Fool me once, shame on you...fool me twice...

Okay, I got my Twilight DVD last night, actually I got it at 5 p.m. on Friday, March 20th. How is that possible, you may ask. Well, that is the beauty of ordering on amazon.com

The last thing I wanted to do was go to a midnight party at borders again where the 12 year old girls are screaming frantically about how much they love Edward and how they're the future Mrs. Cullen and blah, blah blah. Plus, I didn't want to fight off the middle age women who wanted to buy a copy for themselves, their friends, their co-workers, etc.

So, I decided to order it online, wait an extra day or two until it came in because it would be worth skipping the drama. Well imagine my surprise when Friday night I'm holding the twilight DVD, very carefully, in my hands. I got it before everyone else, even people waiting in line on the east coast! Ha! Ha!

But my joy was short lived. I watched it the second I could and was instantly saddened. I hate it! I hate it, I hate it, I hate it! How is it possible for me to go from hating it, to tolerating it, to semi-liking it, to hating it again?

Two words: Deleted Scenes.

I was stupid enough to listen to that stupid Catherine Hardwicke talk about scenes she cut but wished she could've left in because they were so "Cool". And then I was even stupider to watch them! Most of them never happened in the book and would've made the movie look like a cheesy porno! Watch the special features, you'll know what I mean.

I took the DVD out, slammed it in it's cover and threw it on my desk. I'm disappointed...again, and this time it's all my fault. I thought it would be better this time, I thought I overcame my hatred for the Hardwicke idiocy in the movie. But alas, I was only fooling myself.

Shame on me.