( cut because my insane pregnant woman hormones are going haywire again :( )

I had a doctor's appointment on Monday, everything's going ridiculously normal. I couldn't get health insurance, so I guess I'm just gonna have huge medical bills. I'll be all right, though, I'll set up payment arrangements so that I don't have to file bankruptcy. I had a sonogram last month, everything looked extremely normal (no deformities, no defects, nothing), I'm measuring normal, I have no abnormal symptoms.. of course, my pregnancy with Justin was ridiculously normal up until about this point, and then my blood sugar went nuts. I have that test next month, here's to praying I come up normal this go-round.

I don't even have any weirdo cravings! There's a girl at work who's also pregnant, she's going to have her kid about 3 weeks after I have mine, the other night, she had made breadsticks, she was drizzling them with honey and then dipping them in ranch. HONEY AND RANCH. blech.

I have nothing more to say, so I'm gonna close this now.

So my kid watches Sesame Street in the morning, right? The other morning, he's watching, I'm playing around on Facebook, when all of a sudden, I recognize a song!



I love it!

I've been actually cooking for dinner, as opposed to making Hamburger Helper, or just picking fast food up, or making Robert cook. I've found all sorts of recipes that I've been trying out. Some turn out well, some don't, the ones that do, I save so I can make them again sometime. I've found that I enjoy my meals that much more for the effort that I'm putting into them. I've also discovered that instant mashed potatoes have NOTHING on real ones - I've actually been making real potatoes lately. Cooking is mostly foreign to me, Robert says it's because you learn to cook from your parents/grandparents. I wouldn't know, my mom doesn't cook. Nearly everything I had growing up got cooked in the microwave. I think the only thing that wasn't cooked in the microwave was the rare occasions we had spaghetti. But I've discovered that I really like sitting down with my cookbooks, poring through them, deciding what I want to make during the week, writing down what ingredients the recipes call for (and how much), going through my kitchen, figuring out what I already have, making my shopping list accordingly, and then going to the store with my list. It's also prevented me from doing impulse shopping at the grocery store, because I also put things we need in general on my list (milk, cereal, bread, etc) and that makes it so that I can stick to my list - and ONLY to my list, so that if it's not on my list, it doesn't get put in my cart.

Christ, I really do act like an adult now. When the hell did this happen?

I've found myself, for the most part, happier since transferring to the new Domino's after mine closed. I get along with everyone there, and it's nice that the managers trust that I know how to do my job, and let me just do my job, rather than micromanaging me and telling me what to do every baby step of the way. I don't wake up every day dreading going to work because I'm not feeling like dealing with this person's bitchiness, this person's moodiness, this person's bipolarness, this person's unpredictability, etc. I don't even wake up dreading work at all anymore.. well, except when it snows, but that's an outside circumstance. But I've been coming home in a better mood for not having to deal with idiots and irrational people. Also, where William was scheduling me for 25-30 hours a week, Ted is scheduling me for the 35-40 a week that I want, and the tips are better at the new store, so financially, I'm doing better as well.

Really, I don't have anything to complain about at the moment. Justin whines a lot and throws a lot of tantrums these days, but he's 2, so that's pretty much all the explanation anyone needs, and I'm figuring he'll be okay once he gets a little older and more reasonable. I had a sonogram this week, and the baby looks great; no deformities, everything's developing completely normal. The baby is even measuring exactly where it should be, down to the day, so my pregnancy is just insanely normal at the moment. Robert and I are still planning on waiting until the baby's born to find out whether it's a boy or a girl, so I don't know. I think it's another boy, but I don't actually care whether it's a boy or a girl as long as I get a healthy baby, and so far, looks like I'm getting my wish. My c-section date has been set for May 5, so unless I go into labor before then, I'll be having this baby on May 5.

I don't really have anything else to say, so I'm gonna close this up and go to work (because not everyone gets today off).

Someone figure this one out for me, because I'm stumped. I notice Justin is chewing on something, so I go dig it out of his mouth to see what it is - he lets me cause he thinks it's funny. It's a freaking baby tooth. Panicking, I make him open his mouth up so I can see which baby tooth of his he has lost at 18 freaking months old.

...He hasn't. Every tooth he's supposed to have - and I check nightly to see if he's sprouted any more - is still in there.

Charles hasn't lost any teeth in a while and Christian still has yet to lose his first, so I don't think it can be that he picked up one that one of his brothers had lost and stuck it in his mouth.

The only thing I can come up with is that it's one Charles lost a while ago that somehow managed to make its way to the living room floor. Because Justin isn't missing any, I checked twice.

Justin's been being emo since last night. He's seriously crying over EVERYTHING. All that's missing is eyeliner.

I have nothing else to talk about it.