This morning was Ultrasound Day.

I setup the appt early in the morning because people had work, school, etc. So 8am everyone met at the new Intermountain Medical Center (which was Karla (mother inlaw), Missy (sister inlaw) and Sarah (girlfriend)).

Don’t worry on the way there I almost killed the whole family because some douchebag didn’t want to stop on the yellow and I had to turn left.

Before I had my appointment, I talked to my midwife and she said it was okay to bring the boy, and a couple people. So I think I ended up inviting about 5 people plus Brad and the boy. So if everyone came it would of been 7 people in the room not including me.

Well when we got the hospital, I quickly went to check in. But also found out that since the boy is under 14 he’s not even allowed in the hospital. Blame the H1N1 scare.

“Acting on a recommendation from the Utah Hospitals & Health Systems Association, University Hospital in Salt Lake City, as well as Intermountain Healthcare, IASIS Healthcare and MountainStar hospitals, have banned visitors under age 14. They have also limited other visitors to two at a time — whether in a patient’s room or accompanying a patient to an emergency room.”

I was soooo mad!! I mean, my intent was to let the boy see the cool ultrasound machine. I think he’d get a kick out that, but since he’s only 10 – he had to stay out in the waiting room. Luckily, Sarah hung out with him for the first part of the appointment.

We went through seeing if the fetus had arms and legs. . which it did and all fingers and toes were accounted for. (sigh of relief)

I then asked the technician. . . “Girl or boy??”
“I can’t tell right now” Apparently the tiger baby was sitting crossed-leg and hiding the private parts. They made me go to the bathroom and walk around to see if the fetus could move. I walked up and down the hall. . .occasionally doing leg squats.

I asked if Brad would tag out and have Sarah come in for the rest of the appointment since she did take the morning off work to come. And he was good with it, which I’m so luck to have an understanding husband.

The fetus did move and will no longer be known as “the fetus”. . . . Officially it will be known was. . . .Pepper.

That’s right, we’re having a girl!!!!

So I’m sitting here on the couch, downstairs, watching tv. . and there’s some awful funk coming from the side table to my right. I could lean over there and see what’s making that awful funk, but I don’t want to.

I’m too scared.

I’ll tackle it tomorrow.

I thought I could make it. . . but since I’ve been surrounded by sick people I was bound to get something. My co-workers have been sick, the boy has been sick, and my mother in-law had something. It was only a matter of time. . . so now I’ve got this wicked cold.

Every time I sneeze, I feel like the fetus could just jump right out of my uterus. I just had a prego checkup and asked the nurse if that could happen? And she just laughed at me. . . I was kind of serious. I also thought. . .gosh what if I’m giving the baby some kind of brain damage because it’s bouncing so hard against the walls or bad whiplash. Okay, I’m being dumb. .. but I can’t help but worry and think of the stupidest worse case scenario.

I’ve got my ultrasound appt scheduled and we’re finding out what we’re having.

I know! I know! “I thought you said you weren’t finding out?” I can’t help it!

Last night, while I was laying in bed I turned over to Brad and said:

“I’m afraid of having a girl.”
“Why?”
“Because what if I ruin her? Like I’m not the girly-girly and I don’t know how to teach her to be girly-girly. I think I would be lost.”
“She’ll be like you and that’s great”

And then I thought, “how sweet!” but honestly what if I fail being a mom to the future girl?

This whole being prego is totally a different experience than the last time I was prego.

Tell me if this is messed up or not. . . .

The day after Thanksgiving, Old Navy had a sale on jeans – $15/pair. So I ventured out with all the crazy crowds and looked at pants. Here’s the really screwed up part . . . I’m a size 6 at Old Navy (I won’t even rant about how woman sizes vary from store to store) So I figured I’d be a size 6 in maternity pants. NOT THE CASE!!! Too big!!! Well okay, lets try a size 4. A little room in the thighs and the trunk area. Go back and get a size 2 and try them on. . . WHAT THE HELLS BELL!! I fit in a size 2 perfectly. What are they trying to do to me? I mean, are they trying to boost my self esteem or something?

I didn’t buy them. . . .

But with the recent developments, meaning my stomach is popping out. I need more pants to wear!!! I can’t do what I did last time when I was prego with the boy. I can’t wear size 32 men’s jeans. I need to look a little more professional and not gangster.

I finally broke down and bought some pants at the Target last night.

What’s the deal with maternity clothes being by the plus sizes!!!

What’s the deal with maternity clothes being so dang expensive!!!!!

I’m sitting here eating my lunch at work. . . lasagna mmm. . .

And thought bout this – I will never cook lasagna again. That’s right, I bought a frozen Stouffer’s lasagna and it’s the best I’ve ever had. The thing that prompted me to buy one is because we just recently had a holiday get-together with the fish club. It was like a potluck and someone brought a lasagna. It was so good! My friend Heil told me that it has to be Stouffer’s. So I thought I’d try it out and yup. . . it was good and easy to make. What’s easier than setting the oven and waiting 2hrs for good food.

Another thing I will never cook. . or make. . sushi. Too much work.

Add Dim Sum to that list. . will never make it.

Vietnamese egg rolls. . .

Pho. . .

Waste of time if you ask me.

So I was minding my own business, busily working away and I get a call on my cell phone. . area code started with (513)-xxx-xxxx. Sorry, not going to answer that call. So I get a voicemail, “We recently noticed some fraudulent activity on your credit card, please call us”

At first, I’m like my bank is local owned and operated, why wouldn’t they call me themselves?

So I called the bank instead. . got a girl and told her bout the call. I’m being cautious because what if the call is a guy trying to get my info to do bad things (NOT FALLING FOR IT!). . . .I rather go to the source and make sure it’s accurate. At which point, I’m pulling up my account activity online. There’s like one charge that I have no idea what it’s from for $1.94 from a company in TX. I told her maybe that’s what flagged the account. She said she had to talk to her branch manager and would call me back.

Apparently, someone tried to run a small amount that we wouldn’t notice and then a couple days later they would run a larger amount if the small amount went through. But lucky for us our bank is on top of things and stopped it before it even got to our account. I love our bank!!!

The downfall is that our debit cards are now terminated and we have to live on cash til our new cards come in which could be any day.

I hate carrying cash. . I don’t know why, but I think I have a higher chance of getting robbed or something. And planning out how much cash I need in a week sucks. Plus I don’t write checks anymore. . expect for bills. . . so overall big inconvenience!

So if you don’t know. . and not a lot of people do, I fell down a half flight of stairs this weekend.

I wasn’t paying attention while going down then, texting, and my socks were loose. I landed on my tailbone really hard. It’s hurts to sit down and get up. Do you know how much you use your butt to do those things? A lot!

Honestly, I’ve been having lower back pains – I blame the pregnancy and the chair I sit on 8hrs a day. But now my ass hurts to much, I don’t even notice the back pains.

Dang, this weekend was exhausting!

If you don’t know, I’m on the presidency council of the local salt water fish club, Wasatch Marine Aquarium Society (WMAS). At the beginning of the year, our president decided to do a all day conference. I will have to admit, I was against it even though I approached the previous president with the idea. At the beginning of the year, the club couldn’t afford a new projector and we wanted to take on a all day conference. Insane!

So I disconnected myself from the huge day and let the big wigs handle the details. I would be there to help that day but nothing major.

I did feel really bad. I mean, I volunteered, I shouldn’t be turning my back on something even if I’m against it.

On Saturday, I was late but helped the most I could. Being prego sucks the energy right out of you. And it’s not like I can chug down a coke and be back on track.

We had a huge raffle at the end of the show. I was agonizing all day to buy 100 raffle tickets to put in one of the three nano tanks. 1. I think it’s kind of lame for the presidency members to win raffle prizes and 2. Each raffle ticket would be $1, so I’d be forking over $100 dollars for a small chance to win an awesome system. At the end of the day, I wrote the check and took the 100 tickets to the one system that I thought was the best to try to win. I figure the money, goes to a great club so I should just stop bitching bout how much it was.

I ended up winning the new system!

After spending all day at the conference, I think I got home around 10pm and started mixing start water around 12am. . took a nap on the couch and finally around 2am went to bed.

Got sand and water in the system the next day.

I forgot that having a tank is fun!

THANKS WMAS!