13 Weeks and Counting…

I heard the baby’s heartbeat today! HOORAY!HOORAY!HOORAY!

All is well. I do have to go see the perinatologist because of advanced maternal age. Dude, I’m thirty-five. Meh. At least I will get to have a really bitchin’ ultrasound though.

But the heartbeat! I heard it! Today!

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The Great Turtle Rescue of 2009…

Well, the title may be a bit misleading. It was more like a brief foray,but anyhoo I shall commence with the telling…

On Friday, Nub’s school let out early. For conferences(which is a whole ‘nother post.Trust me.) and teacher workday’s. Normally he rides the bus. However,I decided to pick him up from school. Dub thought that was cool and he came with. We waited our turn in line,chatted with some mom’s, and sang along to some Veggie Tales. Nub got in the van and we headed home.

His school is really not that far from our house. The road outside our subdivision has recently undergone some construction and reconfiguring. Which truly baffles me because how they did it makes no sense ,and not much safer than it was. But what do I know? I don’t work for the DOT. As we prepare to turn down our new street I notice a turtle bravely making its way across the road. Nub catches sight of it out his window as I carefully flip a u-turn and turn my hazards on. I park the car and get out to pick the turtle up and put it on the other side of the road. This other car has stopped too and the guy tells me I need to “pick it up and put it in the grass”,because” that turtle can’t climb the curb”. Thank you, Einstein. I attempt to pick up said turtle and the dang thing just takes off! That sucker is really booking it. I finally pick it up,after his/her little head and legs go in the shell, and I am holding it out in front of me when it lets loose with a little defensive urine! Dude, here I am trying to save your turtle hide and you are trying TO PEE ON ME? Not cool. I get to the grass,waaaay on the  other side of the curb, and put the beast down. In the meantime, two or three cars have all stopped to watch the Great Rescue. I cross the street and get back into my van. My children are properly impressed with their mama. Although they did want to bring that turtle home. But I said no.

You gotta draw the line somewhere. I will rescue them, but I am not bringing them home. Especially not one that tried to hose me down with urine!

Top 10 Reasons Why Watermelon is My New BFF…

1- For some weird reason it seems to help with the unending nausea that I am currently experiencing about a bajillion times a day.

2- I actually find the smell quite delightful. Unlike just about every other single food on the planet. With the exception of grilled cheese.

3- Unlike other BFF’s I could name, Watermelon won’t abandon me as a date in favor of an on again/off again boyfriend. What? It totally happened.

4- It is helping with my fruit quotient. Not that I really need any help because fruits and veggies are about all I can stomach,except for the aforementioned grilled cheese.

5- It is also fun for AFTER you are done being pregnant because I have heard that you can pour a bottle of likker in it and, get this , eat the fruit! I have never actually done so, well I am pretty sure I haven’t, but hey you could is all I’m saying. Watermelon is an equal opportunity fruit.

6- You can have it year round. Which in my case will come in pretty darn handy.

7- Fortunately, you can also have the flavor of watermelon anytime. Watermelon Jolly Rancher, anyone? That makes driving and eating watermelon not such a hazard.

8- I’m pretty sure it is low cal. Are you seeing all these benefits?

9- Watermelon now comes in seedless varieties. If you feel you are now of an age where it would be considered undignified to be seen spitting out your seeds. I do not have such a problem.

10- Show me someone who doesn’t love the melon! It is un-american, I say. Give me watermelon or give me death. Okay, that may be pushing it a bit. I just heart it so.

Thank you, thank you very much. Try the veal, I’ll be here all week.

Tyrone May…

Father,Husband,Son,Friend,Co-worker, Hero.

Tyrone May,age 44, was an auditor with the New York State Department of Taxation and Finance. He lost his life eight years ago today when the tower fell. It doesn’t specify which tower,only the location. Ground,WTC.

He lived in Rahway,New Jersey with his wife and young son,Tyrone Jr. He loved music and had quite the record collection.His wife ,and several friends, mentioned how much he loved to throw parties. He had begun the planning for his annual holiday party,to which over two hundred invitations were sent out each year. Tyrone May was a man who loved life.

9/11 changed that,for everyone. Including myself. I never met Tyrone May. To be truthful, I had never even heard of him until I signed up to do this project and was assigned his name. There really wasn’t much to find,in the way of research. I find that terribly sad. A man lost his life when a madman crashed an airplane into the World Trade Center and all I could find about his life was a tiny little article in the paper. It should be worth more than that.

Today you touched my life, Tyrone May. I won’t forget you. I hope and pray that your family has found some measure of peace. I hope and pray that as a nation WE WILL NEVER FORGET.

11 Weeks and Counting…

Come on second trimester!

I still feel like ass. I am tired and uber-bitchay. My poor husband doesn’t know if he is coming or going anymore. But he has been a trooper. He has taken over most of the household duties. I must say it has given him quite the appreciation for what it is I do all day. Or used to do all day.

It will get better. I know that. I am not bitching,or at least not much anyway. I wanted this with my whole heart,still do. Even when I am praying to not barf up whatever it was I just ate. Or waking up to go to the bathroom for what seems like the bajillionth time. This is what I wanted.

Now, if I can just have a GIRL it will all have been worth it… 😉