faboo mama

And I am not happy.

First off, YAY! for being able to go to sleep without tooth pain for the 2nd night in a row. That’s great for me.

Secondly, the family had a great time cuddling for an hour after dinner. It was nice, we were all in bed and the baby was kicking up a storm. Ilia rubbed my belly and read Ten Ladybugs to the baby. It was funny, she pointed to one of the ladybugs, and said, “Color? Orange!” then she clapped and said, “Good, little brother” then kissed my belly. Fun!

Unfortunately, I feel like either my allergies are taking over or I’m coming down with a cold. I woke up this morning at 3:34am congested in my chest, throat and head. I got up and blew my nose, coughed a bit and…well, it’s 5am and I’m still awake and coughing and blowing my nose. I tried to just lay in bed and read, but my chest feels so heavy. It’s like I’ve gone swimmng for hours, ran around a bit and am trying to catch my breath. Or, it’s like I smoked a pack and a half of smokes at a smoke-filled party that I only attended for 5 hours. Yucky!

So I logged on. Went to Daily Kos to find out that 1) some asshole drove over 500 of the 800 crosses, Stars of Davids and crescents put up for Arlington West in Crawford; damaging 100 of them. Reports are saying this guy had chain and pipe attached to his pickup truck. I can’t wait for all the news outlets to have every Republican politician and hack on TV to denounce this…oh wait, they only do that to Democrats. Asshole media. But even better, visit Free Republic (no I will not link to them), to visit what so-called Christians Republicans “think” about the mowing down of crosses put up for the dead soldiers. Don’t even ask me why I think most Republicans are vile creatures, this is why. 2). Camp Casey may be eviction from their high class ditch tomorrow, but a neighbor has offered them an acre across the street from Bush’s church.

But anyway, I’m up everyone else is asleep and the baby has decided to dance a tarantella on my stomach. I would love to eat something, but the water I’m drinking is coming up. I’m going to go try to lay down some more. If I can’t get back to sleep, I’ll do something with pictures soon.

I tired. Dead dog tired. I had to drive down to Compton and OC to take pictures today. Sleep seems to have decided to break up with me for awhile. Last night, I writhed on my bed in horrendous pain from my teeth. It’s getting worse and since Medi-Cal isn’t covering dental, I’ll have to suffer until I can scrape up some money. To make matters worse, I still owe my dentist $750 from work done 2 years ago. Ugh. I could just not pay on principle. The princple being the work lasted exactly 1 year. That’s right, for one year and 3 months, I’ve been walking arond with a gaping hole in my mouth because the crown that was put on not only came off, but broke what was left of my tooth with it. I still have it around here, I should post a pic. “Oh, you poor thing…no wonder you’re miserable.” HA! That was on my right side. It’s the left side that killing me. Top and bottom. I alternate between Vicodin and Extra Strength Tylenol, neither of which is helping me.

(Total OT, Paul Revere is a fucking great song!)

Anyway, it’s a quarter to 11, I’m sleepy and scared of lying down in case I bring on the pain. It’s horrible. You know the pain you have when your teeth are sensitive and you eat or drink something cold? Sucks, huh? That’s like the ecstasy of sex compared to this pain. This pain is like a rusty double headed drill being slowly cranked in between my teeth, top and bottom. Then someone comes in and freezes the whole mess, then bonks me on the head with laptop. Then it starts all over again. I didn’t get to sleep until about 4am this morning.

And all we do is work. I’m happy that we’re doing well (finally!), but dang I’m tired of doing templates, billing and photography. And where’s my damn check? We were supposed to go to a party last night and had to cancel because of work. Stinks. Tomorrow, I have to take the car in again (realize that our MINI has been in the dealership every other week since May to get the same 4 things fixed and NOTHING has been done. Assholes.), and will most likely have to go to the Inland Empire to take pictures. When I was pregnant with Ilia, I managed to sit on my ass for 50% of the pregnancy. The other 50%, I was laying on my ass. This pregnancy is so incredibly different.

Another reason I’m tired is the whole Cindy Sheehan wonderama (please visit the link and donate what you can). Every morning I wake up and Google has thousands of stories on her and the beauty that is Camp Casey. I know I’m draining myself just crying over the blogposts I’ve been reading from everyone who’s gone down there to help. I’m also expending energy on those wingnut dumbfucks who apparently can only scare up a few hateful anti-protesters for 30 min. Pretty fucking pathetic. They probably had to bribe them with lunch or beer. Losers.

Anyway, every time I hear Mrs. Sheehan speak, I am riveted. She so softspoken, yet totally entrances you. You can hear the anquish in her voice. I’m glad to hear she wasn’t at the camp when those wastes of space were chanting, “We don’t care”. I know that if I were in her shoes and I heard that, ya’ll would have seen me get medieval on some fools. Those sacks of flesh aren’t even fit to be called people.

I just visited Kid Oakland’s blog and he had a great post on Herbie Nichols. Check him out when you get a chance. I’m listening to part of The Complete Blue Note Recordings: Herbie Nichols. Great stuff.

Speaking of blogs, I’m jealous of everyone on Blogger who has been able to make their blogs look cool and all their own. I’m tired of my template, but I have no idea how to change my stylesheet so I can move things around. CSS is the bane of my existence. It’s why adirah.com is still looking pretty tore-up. Geez, I really need to load up all my jewelry on there. I just realized I started that up in March and haven’t touched it since the end of March. I had to walk away because I was going nuts trying to get stuff done. As you can see the submit button, which should be my own icon, along with my shopping bag icon and other stuff is just being stupid up there in the corner. There is a lot of stuff missing off that page. I should probably visit Zen Cart to see if they have a decent WYSIWYG editor I can use. I’m done with code. Oh GOD. I just looked at that page again and it’s the fucked up version, not the cleaned up one I had last left it with. Man oh man…

Okay, I’m rambling so I’m going to post this and move on (dot org) with my life. I want to play a game. Maybe Tumblebugs. Maybe solitaire. Night!

Okay. To “us”. Me and Mr. Faboo will be celebrating 6 years of wedded ignorance on Sunday. 6 LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOONG assed years married to Mr. Fab. He still has all his teeth and neither of us has appeared on COPS. Yay us. We have a beautiful daughter and a baby boy on the way. Even though we live in a rented craptacular shoe box, it’s been ours throughout our married life.

We’ve been through a lot of good times and a few bad times, and are blessed that the really horrible things that could happen in a marriage have never been visited upon us. Even though he drives me to drink at times, I’ll never get rid of my dork charming.

Mr. Schmoopie, I luff you!

I had an appt. on Tues. Aug. 3rd. My, my…I gained 6 lbs. in between appointments. That’s not good. I need to either start working out or stop eating. I can’t keep gaining weight like this. I’m not even on par with my first pregnancy. By this time with Ilia, I had gained about 15 lbs., but I did gain 20 lbs. between my 20th and 23rd week. I blame my weight gain this time around on less puking and less food aversions. Or rather, sugary and fatty cravings. Luckily for me, I still look good, so it’s not like I’m this hugeassed cow hobbling around LA.

The baby is doing well. We heard the heartbeat and the baby punched at the Doppler. That’s funny because Ilia used to do the same thing. I also remember that Ilia used to always have the hiccups after my 24th week, whenever we listened the heartbeat. That was funny to hear, but annoying to have to sit through.

Today, I am 21 weeks! (Yay!) and have only 19 weeks to go. Oh yeah…I’m counting down to baby.

I’m also taking guesses for when the baby’s stats
Date of birth:
Time of birth:
Weight:
Length:

Post your email in the comments, along with your name so that I can pass it along to the baby shower organizers.

Those of you who knew us the first time around may remember this game from Ilia’s baby shower. I had to split the winners then; one for day, one for time, one for weight and one for length. For some helpful hints:
1. Ilia was due May 18th, but came 3 weeks early on the 26th of April. She was born at 6:05am and was 8 lbs. 3oz and 20 in. long.
2. I am due on Dec. 17th.
3. I’m told that once you go early with your first, you’ll most likely go early with subsequent kids.

I’ll remind you of the chance to send in your guesses at the time gets closer. Maybe once a month, I’ll post this. We’ll see.