Rain Cloud

I know how humid Houston can get. I lived here for 5, 6 years? I can't remember. Anyway, this morning the Orclette and I went out for a walk around 7 a.m. By the time I got down the driveway I felt as if I'd walked into a rain cloud. And the rain cloud got wetter and wetter as we progressed on our walk. And you know what? I miss the humidity.

Saturday I got to be a 3rd-trimester demonstration for my mom's yoga class (she's a certified instructor). The other 3rd trimesters in her class never seemed to want to do the modifiers. I understand-I'm pregnant not sick. I don't need to be coddled. Assisted up from the wonderful, cushiony couch my parents own, yes, but otherwise I'm fine. So I used all the modifiers. I'm not ashamed to admit I actually needed to-I don't do yoga all that often.

Today is the Orclette's 2nd birthday. I cuddled with her this morning before anyone else woke up (aside from my dad-he always gets up real early) and told her the story of her birth sans gross details. I don't think she realizes today is a special day. Maybe next year. We're having a small party this evening which will be culminated by the cutting of the cake that my dad-totally not a romantic minded person-bought. It's pink with flowers :D The Orclette has completed her total domination over the male persons on both sides of her family.

Both grandmothers are spoiling the snot out of the Orclette. This is a wonderful trip :D

Vacation Commencement

Of course I couldn't sleep last night. As a result the Orclette didn't get a whole lot of sleep either. Maybe we'll both sleep in the car .... that would be wonderful. Mother-in-law will pick us up at 6 am, we'll drive to the east side of San Antonio. The next day we'll finish the drive to Houston. We're splitting it up because it's much safer for me that way :D

Anyway, until we get to Houston I really don't have anything interesting to blog about. I need new material, which I'm sure I'll get once I'm around my brothers. And my slighty nutso but very cool mom, and my loquacious father who sometimes says the darndest things :D

Bah. Only 30 minutes left to gather everything up. Bon voyage to me!

Much Better

I spent 3 hours last night writing encouraging notes to some missionary peeps my mother-in-law knows. It wasn't just me, the whole bible study group was in on the project. But I was the fastest encouraging-note writer so guess who got to do a HUGE number of the things? Yeppers, that would be me. I have practice-years of being a youth group leader over the little highschoolers. I'd write notes every once in a while to encourage them. Nothing like a good laugh to cheer up the day.

Or, as one person said, "Everyone should start the day with a smile and get it over with."

And I'm in a better mood today. Damm woke us up this morning-he received special permission to call and wish the Orclette a happy birthday (which is July 5th) before his platoon left for Victory Week. He was only allowed 2 minutes but still, it was a nice way to wake up. Today I have the orientation at the hospital and then I'm done with doctors for a bit. Tomorrow we do all the final packing and last-minute shopping and then Friday we are on vacay! So exciting.

And I'm out of things to say. I'm hungry.

This week has not been fun. I've been yelled at by a doctor and get to suffer through 2 doctor's appointments. Well, one is a 2-hour orientation. Which is supposed to be followed up by your first OB visit. When I told them I would be out of town for a bit the yelling started. I told them I was going no matter what they said and did I just need to show up at the hospital when labor started since it sounded like they didn't want to see me? I was assured that no, they want to see me before that and if I got back into town sooner to call them. I'm just concerned that the doctor will try to talk to me again tomorrow during the orientation. I stink at confrontations. So I think I'm going to bring my mother-in-law along just in case.

And if one more person asks me why I'm traveling at this stage in my pregnancy I'm going to hit them. It's been two whole days of that.

ggrrrrrrr. I can't wait until we leave Friday and I can leave all this stress and worry behind. I was perfectly fine until I had to go to the doctor. You see, doctors stress me out. I was almost 5 months along with the Orclette before I consented to see one. And I had a horrible experience. I understand that doctor peoples are good in emergencies and they save lives. And I think that's awesome. I just hate having to see them myself.

And that's what be going on in our lives currently. Getting ready to leave, getting yelled at by a doctor I've yet to meet, and stressing out that something might prevent me from going (believe it or not, if going would jeopardize my health or kiddo #2's health I wouldn't go. I just see no reason why it would). I can't wait til this little kid is out and all I have to do is go with them when they need to see the doctor. No more doctors for me!!!

Way too Exciting a Day

Thursday was looking to be routine, dull, normal. After lunch I bundled the Orclette into my van and started towards the in-laws house. On the way I noticed some weird noise reverberations going on. So I start looking around to see what the cause of this noise might be.

And the passenger side rear-window is completely gone.

After inspection it looks like the window was not a victim of vandalism but it imploded.

Apparently this is a common occurrence in NM.

I HATE NEW MEXICO.

Anyway, bro-in-law is taking it to the car dudes so they can tell me how much the window will cost to replace (it was tinted, I'm thinking it'll be expensive) and whether or not my other windows are at risk of an implosion. Until I hear back the Orclette is not riding in the van-no way is a window imploding on her. So we're housebound.

Have I mentioned I hate NM?

But all things considered this is not such a big deal. One window. With precautions, such as opening a window a bit, imploding windows can be avoided. Why no one thought to warn me of this ... grrrr. And grrrr.

I want today to be boring. No more exciting events! Unless they're happy! Well, my vacation starting next Friday is happy. My doctor's appointment on Monday is not happy. I don't likey doctors and I'm a compulsively honest person so I'll probably tell the doctor that I'm planning on going out of town and then she'll give me A Look because I'm 8-months pregnant. Now, I don't particularly care what she thinks (unless she says that something is wrong) but I don't want to have listen to a lecture.

I hate NM.