Had enough

*Disclaimer - I never talk about politics and I probably never will again. I'm just ranting so if you don't like it, just stay tuned for the next post about GA/FL come Monday or so.*

Never in my life have I been a politically savvy person. Nor have I ever wanted to be. That may sound incredibly ignorant, but let me paint a picture of why. I am pretty sure at heart I'm a pretty cynical person (in case you didn't know). I have never seen a candidate that made me as psycho babble crazy as many Obama supporters or as insanely defensive as most McCain supporters. I mean seriously, liberals are treating Obama like he's Brad Pitt and conservatives are treating McCain like he will end paying taxes altogether. I'm sure they are super nice guys. I'm sure they are very smart. But let's be really honest with ourselves for a minute...they want to be president. In my mind, if you want to be president, and you have come as far as they have, you are willing to portray an image of yourself that after you are elected will most likely not be entirely true.

As a voter you do the research and you find out what you can about the candidates even though I fully believe most people go into an election year already knowing which way they are going to vote. I haven't talked to one person who 100% sounded like they gave both candidates a fighting chance and then decided which one blew the most smoke up their behind so they could vote for him. I would love to find one objective source that can factually lay it all out there for me, but I just don't think such a thing exists. Not to mention, it's a little late now I suppose.

Don't get me wrong. I know who I'm voting for. I have chosen, in my mind, the lesser of two evils completely knowing that I will never know enough about the candidates to feel good about my choice.

So what do I want? What am I getting at here? I want the whole freaking thing to be OVER. I am so sick of Hannity and Limbaugh. I am so sick of panels of 18 people on one television screen rudely talking over each other to get out the last word they possibly can about how under qualified Sarah Palin is or how Obama is going to change the world. SHUT UP is what I want to say. MOVE ON. No one on the radio or the TV sounds educated. I am similarly as sick of reality TV shows, but I will seek out fake reality TV for as long as it takes just to avoid hearing the rantings of the so called "in the know" media.

Is it at all possible that the BS will die down come the end of the election? NO. Because this is a history making election no matter which way it goes. What should be noted as history making is how much time, money, and energy the media and both candidates have put into this election...the money alone could have given Fannie and Freddie a fighting chance....but nooooo....we need to see the face of the possible next leader of the free world plastered all over creation. That's a much better way to utilize funds.

I'm very sorry....

....for my recent lack in blogging. I started feeling much better this week so hopefully I am on the up. I still don't feel like eating much, but I'm getting there.

We pulled up the carpet in the room that will be the babies room and the hardwoods underneath look really good so we were excited about that. We are talking about painting the room green...I don't care for yellow too much and since we aren't finding out the sex, those were the two logical choices. If you know of anywhere that has great unisex baby bedding let me know because I haven't seen much I like! Go figure. Our kid will have no name and no bedding because I am too picky :-)

On to other things....this coming weekend is GA/FL and we will be headed to St. Simmons on Thursday. I seriously can't wait to get out of town. While it does become a big party, I am more than prepared to walk down the beach if it starts to drive me nuts! I just want to go somewhere and get away and this is perfect timing. Hopefully I will have some entertaining pictures next week to share. They call GA/FL the biggest redneck party aside from spring break in Panama City I guess. We used to go to Jacksonville and stay at Vince's parents house every year when we were in college...we have graduated to renting a huge and fantastically awesome house in St. Simmons. About half the people actually go to the game and the other half of us stay at the house and watch the game. So really it's just a great excuse to go on a vacation.

Other than that, things are pretty quiet around here. Not for much longer....

The Big Challenge

If you haven't noticed, I haven't written in quite some time about going to the gym. That's because we haven't been going. When being PG hit and sleeping/nausea took over it seemed truly insane to me that I would even consider getting up at 4:50 to lift weights. Since I was the alarm clock in the process, Seth inadvertently got sucked into my total unabashed lack of concern about exercise. We kept saying we would go when I started feeling better and I would just swim or do cardio or something while he lifted weights. When you keep saying something will happen it usually doesn't....and that's where we're at.

Now I know that my blogging hasn't been nearly as constant as it was when I first started (and I am working on that because I really do love it) but I also know that Seth probably never checks the blog anymore. So I have a few purposes for telling you about his big challenge...

one - to get him to log back on to our blog
two - to really be supportive
three - to again hope that telling more people will motivate him not to quit

Seth and his boss Mark have challenged each other to a weight loss wager. Their company goes to Vegas every year so the winner has to fork over some money for something in Vegas....I can't remember what that was exactly. That trip is in about a month. So the idea is to see who can lose the most weight in a month.

My challenge to you is to leave encouraging comments for Seth....I am going to tell him he needs to check in on the blog so show him some love!

Called out

Ok so Meg called me out. She wrote on my wall on facebook that I am a blog slacker. She's right! However, it's been a bit of a week.

I didn't necessarily want this blog to become a mommy blog. I like mommy blogs....I really do. I just didn't want to have a solitary purpose for it. If Seth would ever write on here it might not! (That's to see if he's even reading it anymore.)

Anyway, even though I didn't want those things, being pregnant is kind of what I am right now so you may just have to hear about it along with the other stuff. I know it's all insanely exciting. So back to why I've been a blog slacker. I feel like CRAP. So there Meg (just kidding)...really and truly though, every day all day long is barf city. No actual barfing but I'm pretty sure dry heaving is worse. Add that to being a total zombie and I am a walking party. Throw in a few vomit inducing, hard core nose picking second graders and you have my week in a nutshell. Oh did I mention the entire school schedule was thrown off because of testing in 1st, 3rd, and 5th grade so I haven't had about 75% of my breaks in two weeks?

Man could I be any whinier?

On to more exciting stuff....we heard the heartbeat yesterday! I had no idea it went so fast...of course Seth's first question was "you only hear one right?". He probably thinks I am complaining enough to be breeding a small army. But truly, hearing the heartbeat makes the rest bearable ;-)

Latest six word memoir

Pregnancy for me equals constant sleepiness.

Do you ever feel like you have all of these ideas, goals, desires, etc. and they just seem like daydreams because you never do them? I'm not talking about huge things like traveling to Europe or buying a house. I'm talking about all of the little things that may cross your mind in a given day. Does this happen to anyone other than me? At the end of most days I find myself thinking how cool it would be if I had accomplished just one thing that ran through my head today. For example, I would love to get a jump start on a project I have due in two weeks for my gifted certification. Or, I would really like to learn how to use my sewing machine and sew something beyond a straight line of stitching. OR, I haven't read a book in forever....I love to read...what am I waiting for?

I will tell you. I am waiting to BE AWAKE. Don't get me wrong. I didn't accomplish everything I wanted to every day before I got pregnant. But I at least got laundry done or washed some dishes. Seth was out of town this week and I truly behaved like a male college student. I didn't clean up after myself. I didn't wash one dish. I let laundry pile up so much so that I had to do eight loads today (for two people!). I ate carbs all week because thawing meat seemed too hard. I am seriously becoming a waste of space. How on God's green earth can you be pregnant with a kid already? Not to mention two or three kids already? We want five. I am doomed.

I was sick and so the three hour nap I took yesterday did seem warranted. However, imagine my horror when I wake up from that nap late and Seth's friends that have never been to our house walk in right after I get out of the shower and the wreck and filth I have been living in is suddenly on display. So I am now presented with three things I hate....1) making people wait for me.....2) being late.....3) being forced to allow someone I don't know that well to use a toilet I should have cleaned a long time ago.

At the end of the day, I am honestly too sleepy to be too worried about it. Yet somehow I am awake at 11pm right now writing this blog.

Katie also brought to my attention my insanely weird knack for having fights with things that have no idea I am fighting with them. My dogs, my students, etc. My response? Conflict is a very comical thing when you are the only one who knows about it....it's much more entertaining and much less stressful. What they don't know won't hurt them ;-)

Seriously?

Alright so I think I'm getting sick again. Hopefully not in the same capacity as last time, but I am sitting here contemplating a nose dive into the peppermint oil again. I am also wearing a breathe right strip which is hysterically unattractive. I really don't feel that bad. I just can't breathe, I want to sneeze constantly, and my eyes are all watery. YAY. Anyway, I don't have anything exciting to talk about really. Just life without a husband all week and plus a dog.

Speaking of the dog, he and I have had a few fights this week. He won the first one. He shimmied his way out the back door when I let Molly out and of course I naively thought he couldn't get off the porch (due to the fact that the porch is not done, there are no stairs to get down, and it is very high). Molly has mastered getting on and off the porch. So Molly goes back inside and instead of following her lead, he takes hold of the flying squirrel within and goes for a leap off the edge. This is a ballsy dog I tell you. Of course, he lands perfectly and goes scurrying to the depths of our backyard. Knowing that he could never get back onto the porch and that there is a spot where he could feasibly get out of the backyard altogether, I proceeded to try and "catch" him as I progressively get pissed off and eaten alive by our mosquito infested yard. Once I cornered him and caught him he spent some time in time out in his crate. Why do I think he won? Because he is maybe 7 or 8 pounds and I am, well I'm a lot more than that. But somehow he got me to run around after him in my own yard.

The second fight is still a toss up as we are still having it. He has taken a liking to the pieces of bamboo or whatever it is that holds together our papazon chair. He is so sneaky and he pretends like he is hiding from Molly while he chews on them.

So far, Woody 1, Jana 0 (but I will win the next one).

New addition

Yes. We have taken on another dog. A couple of months ago Seth's dad was trying to find a home for his dog. Seth's mom took him even though she already had three dogs at home. As a family we may as well be running a lab hotel between Lee, Levi, Seth and I. This new little dog is not a lab. He is a very little mixture of we don't know what. So needless to say, he wasn't always having a great time with the three big dogs at Lee's house. Molly was in desperate need of a friend so we are now the proud owners of Woody. He comes to us house trained and he and Molly get along really well. Below is the best picture I could snap of the two of them because 98% of the time they are rolling around on the floor wrestling with each other. Of course, this picture still shows Woody's feisty personality.

A few facts about Woody:

-Seth gives everything under the sun a nickname so his current alias is "Nutty". I think at some point he should be called "Scrappy".

-The dog may be mistaken for a flying squirrel. He tends to come running at me as I am sitting on the couch. He takes a flying leap onto my lap on the couch. He also takes flying leaps off the couch onto Molly. Seriously, he should be in doggy Olympics.

-He has no idea that he is little. I would say that he has little man complex but I really don't think he has any idea.

News

Ok here it is. The blogs you have been so anxiously waiting for. There's more fun news to share but this, of course, is the best news.

9-11-08
The first three months…

…otherwise known as the first trimester. Apparently you aren’t supposed to talk about being pregnant once you actually get pregnant. I mean, I haven’t been trying nearly as long as some people, but that doesn’t make it any less difficult to keep the secret. Being a blogger isn’t helping matters. I want to talk about this. Not just talk about it, but I mean really talk about it. I want people to know that I took the first pregnancy test at 6 am before leaving to tailgate for the first game of the season. I then convinced myself, way too early Seth told me, that if it is a boy he will play for Georgia solely because of the day the positive test was taken. I want people to know that I am so freaking excited I could scream, but that I am also very scared something will go wrong. I want my friends to know I appreciate that they didn’t ask why I didn’t crack open a beer in Athens because I would have spilled the beans. I want people to know that the time I ran into the armoire was really the 5th time I had gotten up to pee. Or that Seth has been calling the baby Fletcher and Delilah at the same time in the hopes that I will fall in love with one of those names (not going to happen). Really, I just want to talk about it. I know the reasons why people don’t share before the deadline. I do understand. So, I am blogging in Word instead of in my actual blog for now. It may be a long drawn out mess, but it makes me happy.

A little background…there aren’t a lot of things I have felt incredibly good at in my life. I know I am kind of good and some things, but in my heart I have always known that I am meant to be a mother. Call it corny, hokey, dramatic, etc. That’s not to say I am not afraid that I will suck at some of it. I am prepared for that. However, the running joke now in our house happens to be that I will finally be smarter about something than Seth (and I must admit I can’t freaking wait for that part either). I wish I could say I was always meant to be a teacher, but that’s just not the case. I am pretty good at being a teacher, and someday I could be incredibly good at it. I just would rather be a mom. There is no simpler way to put it.

That first pregnancy test was two weeks ago. My first doctor’s appointment is in two weeks. Stay tuned… J

9-16-08
Alright well, due to sheer timing, we have decided when to tell the rents. I must say, the actual fact that there is a date to share this news is making it easier to keep it a secret. My dad and his wife will hear the news on October 1st because he doesn’t live here and he is coming into town for that one night. We won’t see him again until Thanksgiving and that’s just too long to wait! I just have to tell him that he can’t tell anyone else yet. He happens to be stopping in Atlanta on his way to his yearly cabin trip with old college buddies, some of which live in the same small town as my aunt on my mom’s side. That would be lovely….aunt Gail calling my mom upset because she heard from good old “Bodene” that her niece is pregnant before she heard it from her own sister. We have decided to tell the moms and siblings soon after the doctor’s appointment next week, although there is no exact date/creative presentation in mind yet. I have some ideas brewing, but I can’t decide what to do….it has to be big though. Telling Seth’s dad is a toss up. I am not sure about that one but I am intrigued to hear his response at the prospect of being a grandfather.
**Side note….I know people mean well, but if one more person tells me take a crapload of drugs so I will feel better I am going to blurt out that I am pregnant and not feel bad about it.

9-22-08
I am all better! I am also realizing that being pregnant is exhausting. I have never been the type of person who can fall asleep at the drop of a hat, but seriously, it’s ALL I THINK ABOUT. I wake up thinking about going back to sleep. I used to be a bit of an insomniac/night owl and now I am in bed and almost asleep by 9:30. I also pretty much want to barf all the time. I never actually do, but I don’t know if that’s better or worse than constantly feeling like I could. I’m pretty sure Seth now sees me as a lazy, whiny, cranky brat. You know what though, that’s just tough isn’t it? J

We took the plunge and bought a new bedroom set that I am very excited about. We aren’t exactly small people, so I have been wanting a king size bed basically since the day we got married. I have also had visions of being 8 months pregnant and unable to get out of the water bed. Yes, we currently sleep in a water bed. I actually LOVE the bed, when Seth isn’t in it. He will tell you the same thing. When he is in it, I am basically mid-air. Upgrades are so exciting.

9-23-08
Tomorrow is the big day. The first big day of many. Confirmation of what I can’t imagine could be anything else other than pregnancy. I have to say this and you will just have to deal if it makes you uncomfortable, but the biggest change has been boob size. I truly can’t believe they are growing before my very eyes. God’s cruelest joke? That everything else is going to grow with them. I mean seriously, if my rear end could just remain the same, I won’t ever curse my small boobs again.

Here I actually wrote the blog about the Halloween candy (9-23-08), but I figured, it would work as a regular blog. People would just think I was a total fatty and not pregnant.

9-29-08
Ok so disregard my ranting about wanting to talk about it because I have officially told everyone a month before you are “supposed” to. I knew we were telling our entire families within the past/upcoming week so we decided to just get the ball rolling. I went to dinner at Kim’s last Wednesday night and a large portion of my girlfriends were going to be there so I decided it was as good at time as any, even if it was early. Why did I have to wait until Thursday to officially blog about it? Well, my dad wasn’t going to be here until the first remember? I know he randomly reads my blog so I had to be patient one more time. There was no grand announcement for the moms or siblings unfortunately. I was so hoping to be WAY more creative, but it just didn’t present itself. SO, we told Seth’s mom the day we bought the furniture. We told my mom the day we went to the doctor. Seth told his dad over the phone to which his dad replied “what make is it?”. Gotta love Bill. I told my sister over the phone. Levi heard through our tailgate on Saturday! And everyone else had apparently been speculating for weeks anyway. So there you have it. I can finally post the “knocked up” t-shirt picture! I have been saving the shirt for this since the movie came out. Ironically I got it as a free gift at a beerfest no less. That makes me laugh.