Tuesday, July 31, 2007

so begins the smear campaign...

Holy fuck. Shit. Dammit.

While nowhere near as devastating as Shlomit's BFN, this is seriously fucked up.

But let me preface it by saying that Lumpy is FINE.

The moving company never showed up yesterday. When we called, we were told that their morning move which was supposed to be a 2 bedroom turned out to be a 4-bedroom... so it took all day. So we got bumped. After some hysterics, they assured us they'd be here between 9 and 10 this morning.

Guess who's not here?

Mr. December called this morning to inquire... apparently they sent their driver to the wrong move first. Bumped again. Mr. D. pointed out that they've already made him miss a day and a half of work, they've fucked up twice, it's most definitely their fault and not ours, etc. He even mentioned that both our brothers are lawyers who've confirmed that there are financial damages involved here. He said several times, "you have to make this right. this is your own doing... you guys brought this on yourselves."

They've assured us that they'll be here by 2.

I'll keep you updated. In the meantime, I think I'll buy the new Harry Potter book. I promised myself not to buy it until after the move, so as not to keep me from preparing properly, but I think at this point that's no longer a concern. Everything is packed.

As Homer Simpson said, I'm tired of the waiting game. Let's play Hungry Hungry Hippos.


Oh yeah, the smear campaign. Do not hire Two Small Men with Big Hearts moving company. They fucked us over royally, and they seem totally incompetent. Tell your friends. These guys totally suck.


UPDATE: they're still not here at 3:22 p.m. When we called, they said they just had to swing by the loading dock to pick up a third guy. They should be on their way. I'm not holding my breath.

Sunday, July 29, 2007

Mass confusion

I thought we had a break this morning. The moving company called and said that they packers couldn't make it in the morning, they'd be here around 2:00 instead. We made plans to see Mr. D's aunt, who's visiting from out of town. I showered and got dressed and thanked my lucky stars for the opportunity to go get some pancakes.

Two minutes before we left, the packers called. "We're on our way," they said. "Where do we park?" We explained that they were supposedly coming in the afternoon... but they were already here.

That was 45 minutes ago. Apparently they don't know how to read addresses, so they went to the building across the street. They just called me and asked why the nice chinese lady told them they were in the wrong place. Sigh.

So, no pancakes for me. At least my stuff will get packed up.

Wednesday, July 25, 2007

Orgasm in a cup

Tonight we walked over to Aroma espresso bar. It's the only Canadian location of an Israeli coffee chain.

I've been saying for years that Israelis make the best hot chocolate in the universe... and last night, I had Israeli hot chocolate in the comfort of my home town! Seriously, if you're a hot chocolate fan, you need to get your ass down there and experience it. Yum... I'm happy.

16 weeks today. Of course, my belly looks like at least 22... but the important thing is that nobody thinks I'm just fat anymore. That *is* the important thing, right? ;-)

Monday, July 23, 2007

I'm okay... sort of..

Thanks to diclectin, I'm feeling un-nauseated again. But I'm really tired and out of it. I've dropped any and all physical work on our house, and now all I do is shop and supervise.

We only have one week before the move. I've packed about 10 boxes of books... just another 300 boxes to go. Times like this I wish I was a witch and could just wave my want and make things appear in our new house. Ugh.

My family has been super-generous with their time, though. They've been drywalling, painting, laying floor, cleaning up... we'd never make it without them.

Sunday, July 22, 2007

Oh, crap...

You know how sometimes you realize that you're out of pills right after the pharmacy has closed for the night? That happens to me all the time. But it's never been my diclectin before. And to be honest, I was supposed to get it today because I forgot to go yesterday. So, you know, two days without my anti-nausea meds. And I thought I was doing well.

I was doing well... up until I declared myself famished, got up to pee, and ended up hurling into the bathroom sink. And sorry to be graphic, but puke doesn't go gentle into that dark drain. No siree bob, I had to shovel it into the toilet. And I was still gagging, natch.

So here we are, fifteen and a half weeks, and as soon as my meds go away I'm puking again. Lucky me.

Can I take this as reassurance from the powers that be that Lumpy really truly is here to stay?

Thursday, July 19, 2007

15 weeks and all is well.

Had an appointment with my doctor today. Some fun stats:

Weight gain (since conception): 7 pounds
Lumpy's heart rate: 150 bpm

AND I learned that my doctor vastly prefers not to use any interventions during birth unless absolutely 100% necessary. She doesn't believe in episiotomies. She doesn't like to use forceps or vacuum. AND she was intrigued when I mentioned doing music therapy assisted childbirth. Hooray for my doc!

To celebrate, I went to babies 'r' us and bought a Snoogle and a fetal heart listening device. The listening device is crappy... it's not as sensitive as the doppler. We tried it just now and couldn't hear anything. Then we read the package... "can be used from 20 weeks"... geez, at that point I could use a plain old stethoscope, y'know?

Nevertheless, we'll keep the crappy listening device. One day soon it will work, and I can't wait to see Mr. December's eyes light up when it does.

I'm starting to feel excited, like this is really happening.

Monday, July 16, 2007

I have a gun

... and I'm not afraid to use it.

(caulking gun, that is)

Today I took another step forward in DIY renovations. Last week I cut some molding and drilled it into the concrete wall to cover up the uneven seams on the wallpaper. Today I went back and caulked the edges between the molding and the wall so that you can't see huge gaping spaces where the wall curves and dips. Looks good. Looks really good. I'm too lazy to take pictures right now but I promise I will.

The caulking gun, like the power tools, makes me feel strong and capable. "I am woman, hear me drill." I originally asked Mr. December to help me with this part, but I've just proven that he's unnecessary in the renovation realm. Niiice.

I keep checking people's blogs, and nobody's updating. What's with you people? (yes, I'm the pot calling the kettle black, deal with it). I'm especially anxious to hear from Ms. C. I want to hear about betas and other fun stuff. And the rest of you who are cycling, I've totally lost track of where you are... and not on purpose. Check in. I miss you.

Wednesday, July 11, 2007

Full house

If you've read the title and are getting visions of John Stamo.s, GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF!

We had a full house today over at the new place. Electricians, bathroom guys, unskilled student laborer, skilled relative laborers, me, and my brother's fiancee. It felt so productive... like we might actually be able to move in on the 30th.

Parking was a bitch, though. Our street has a one-hour parking limit during business hours, and our driveway only holds three cars (down to two now that we have a dumpster). We had to play car jockeys all afternoon.

Here are the things that have gotten done:
- our living room has been equipped with pot lights
- the switch for the kitchen light is now located at the entrance to the kitchen
- the rec room ceiling has been properly painted
- the laundry room has been wallpapered and painted
- the fugly fireplace has begun its transformation - today we did the first bit of cementing by patching the holes and large dents
- the bathroom wall has been broken out and the floor has been removed
- the bathroom fixtures are out
- the back patio has been powerwashed

And all this in one short day. Coolness.

Please go visit Ms. C. and congratulate her on getting two lines!

Sunday, July 08, 2007

Take back the right...

Today I had brunch with Aurelia and My Reality... awesome fun, especially when we decided it was time to take back our right to have sex for pleasure. Yes, I know what you're thinking - sex for pleasure is a myth, right? But if you remember back to your pre-IF days, it used to be for pleasure every time. We believe that it's possible to retrieve an element of those good old days.

Armed with our mission, we stormed one of the hip, classy sex shops downtown. The saleslady was great - showed us some very cool new toys and gadgets. I was especially impressed with the peppy little vibrator disguised as a lipstick, but I realized that since I never wear lipstick that would sort of be a stretch. But then I saw it... The Cone.

In the end I bought nothing, because the pregnancy hormones have kicked in and made me 100% horny, 95% of the time. And since we're watching lots of Angel these days, I really don't need anything besides a topless David Bor.eanaz to get me going (and can I just say, thank god for the toplessness clause in his contract!). But if Aurelia gives The Cone a good review, I'm going back to get one... because let's face it, Mr. December is only human. I can't expect him to keep up with my libido for the next six months... can I?

So, mosey on over to Aurelia and Kelly's blogs - they promised to post reviews of their new toys ASAP. As for me... going to watch more Angel now.

*happy sigh*

Saturday, July 07, 2007

French Toast

Can I just say how much I love French toast? Yummy.

Basically the nausea is gone, but I still can't tolerate meat very well. Last night I ate four bites of chicken breast and promptly threw up. Apparently Lumpy doesn't want his protein.

My house is a pigsty. I never thought I'd be living in this kind of squalor. My pants are on the floor where I stepped out of them after a long day of painting... dishes haven't been done in ages... someone dropped a food wrapper on the floor and we've both been too lazy to pick it up... the bathroom trash can is overflowing and yet nobody has thought to take it out... what a mess. No wonder I want to move already.

I'm tired. Tired. Tired. Starting to think I should have coughed up the extra 15 grand for a general contractor instead of doing it myself. When will I ever learn?

Wednesday, July 04, 2007

... and miles to go before I sleep

I've not been blogging lately because I've been working on my house day and night. Painting, wallpapering... today I even removed the laundry room sink. I'm aching in muscles I didn't know I had (not in the abdominal region, thankfully) and I'm so tired. And we've only done half of the basement. The easy half.

So... I'm still here, I'm still pregnant, I'm just too tired to think. I'll keep updating you but it might be a bit crazy between now and the end of July, when we move. I'm still checking on all of you when I can, just not commenting as much.