Peeves

I HATE listening to other peoples radios!! Why? Why do I have to listen to my office neighbor jamming out to classic 70's rock and whistling, while my boss across the hall is listening to 80's pop and my other office neighbor is listening to mood music. Think about sitting in the middle of all that - being barraged with conflicting sounds from every angle!!

I can NEVER listen to music. In order to do that I'd have to play it loud enough to drown out all of my neighbors. It's just not freaking fair!

Also - I'm pregnant. If I hadn't mentioned before, and I don't think I had. Going on 3 months now. And white noise just irritates the bejabbers outta me!! That's about what all of this conflicting noise amounts to because you can't listen to just one song ~ they all overlap and rub up against each other LOUDLY.

Anyway. Enough of that. So I'm preggers. 38, considered high risk for things like downs syndrome, etc. Have to have some genetic testing and a level II ultrasound in another month or so....which may lead to an amnio. I'm so not looking forward to a needle in my bellybutton. I so hope that I just have a normal baby with no birth defects either mental or physical.

I think I'm coming out of the "morning" sickness, although I really only had it in the evenings. I still don't have the urge to cook - which is odd because I LOVE to cook. So my poor family gets ragtag meals on the run.

Our house is ripped apart, electrical being upgraded, soy based foam insulation getting sprayed in. So much work yet to do. Then we have to drywall. I say we - but mostly it's H. I think we all know that. Our living room is in our dining room right now and our furniture is stacked all over the house. The walls are exposed to the studs all over the first floor. Second floor is next year. Heck one room doesn't even have a floor! That's how ripped apart it is.

I hate work. I just struggle just to get to the end of every day so I can go home. It's hard to do a darn thing. Why can't I just be a millionaire and be able to stay at home, help out at school, maybe go back to school, take care of kids, be a mom. I'd be so much more happy then. Ugh! Sometimes life sucks.

Actually that whole reality is one of the hardest things about becoming pregnant at this stage of my life. I've just gotten past the guilt of leaving my kids in daycare for 2/3 of every week when they were young. They're at an independent age and there are so many more options. Life is more flexible. And now I have to go right back there. Already I'm dreading having to take my child to daycare. Daycare sucks - no matter what kind of accreditation they have. They aren't the mom or the dad or even the aunt or the uncle. They're just strangers trying to make a few bucks. It really sucks.

Thats it for now.