The one where I feel self pity on my birthday

So today is my birthday.
Yippe 29. The last year of my 20's. Jon has been asleep on the couch for 3 hours. No one has called me.
I asked for a facial and TiVo for my birthday. I got some very lovely sapphire earrings, instead.
No dinner reservations. Because, well jon has been out of the country for the week and it would be foolish to ask for planning (this is also the reason I didn't get what I asked for).

Oh well, let the self pity ensue. I did get a nice surprise refund check from the government. And my grammie and father-in-law sent me cards.

Boo fricken hoo.

Addendum:
I was called by both family and beloved friends. The pity party is over...for now.

As promised - Photos...

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Reason #5387 Why I Hate My Cats

At 4 am this morning. Otis shattered the full length mirror. I was pretty sure there was a nuclear bomb and so I waited for the sweetness of radioactive death to wash over me. When I realized that nuclear fallout probably doesn't sound like a 16 lb cat racing around the apartment, I got up to see what he had broken. I wish I could say that I didn't kick him and while not kicking him did not get any glass embedded in my foot, but, well...
He also knocked my roughly 25 lb jewelry box on the floor. All of my most precious treasures of a jewel quality were scattered all over the fucking floor. He broke the box. And ladies you know how difficult it is to find a decent jewelry box. This was the consummation of a roughly 3 year search.
In addition he puked all over the laundry bag. You may ask, was there easy cleaning hard wood floor everywhere but where the laundry bag was? The answer is yes.
Oh and Roofie pissed in Motu's bed again. For approximately the 23rd time.

This is all in the last 15 hours. These cats are the devil's minions.

Our apartment is SMALL. I am worried about the stupid fucking cats and a baby. I know we are going to have to get one of these.I am totally going to be one of those people, "we are having a baby and now we are getting rid of the cats." Those are the people I deplore. Yet like most things, I am becoming what I used to deplore.

Another great mothers day present lost by bad timing.

I wish I had seen this before mothers day.
Then my MIL would have actually gotten a present.

Actually I have been doing a real shit job with presents since moving out here. I just completely ignore birthdays and stuff. I just pretended Kevin's birthday didn't exist and gave my mom some real crap gifts for her b-day. Like socks from Target. I am lazy yes, and selfish yes and really damn far away. However, when my parents or grandmother or brothers forget my birthday next Monday I will be reduced to a quivering mass of tears.

I love the double standards...

JIC anyone wants to get me a b-day present you can look at the baby registry or my wish list on Amazon. Yes I am fishing for gifts dammit. So what?

Jon left for Hong Kong last night.

I am currently working on a few knitting projects I will post the pictures.
Also the pictures from my "ART SHOW" highly laughable.

The One in Which I Spill the Beans

So the rumor mill can finally quiet, yes it is official - In a little less than 200 days there is going to be (Allah willing)a brand new Wiberty.

I am sorry if you are finding out this way for the first time. I am having a bit of a hard time saying such things out loud.

But today I am 12 weeks and I have passed an imaginary mile stone established in my head.

So the answer to the most common questions.
1. How do I feel?
Physically I feel great. A little tired, but the afternoon is made for napping. Emotionally I am a train wreck. Alternating at a dizzying speed between elation, terror, unreal crankiness, tears, over-sensitivity and starvation.
2. Was it planned?
Where do people get off asking this question? I guess the obvious answer here is, if the baby was unwanted I would have already been hooked up to a vacuum and we wouldn't be having this conversation. But depending on who the person is I either smile or tell them sex just feels so much better raw and I really didn't give it much more thought.
3. Due date: Officially December 2nd But more than likely later than that.
4. Yes it is going to be a beautiful baby. I guess as opposed to all those ugly babies that are out there. How about those racially interesting kids. Do people say that shit to unmixed couples?
5. Yes I have put on weight. I am almost done with my first trimester for shit's sake.
6.Yes I registered at Babies R Us. Yes it was fun.
7. Yes we are going to find out the sex of the baby.For now the baby is simply know as "the #1 stunna"
8. No we have not heard the heart beat, we will June 6th.

Other physical news. My ends are all split. My face is breaking out like I am going through puberty again. My boobs are even bigger and they are firm, quite nice actually. I have been having some unbelievably fucked up dreams. The answer to all of the above and any pregnancy questions are Hormones.

Back on the Left Coast

So I am back from my sojourn to Massachusetts. It was surprisingly difficult to come back. Mostly because my family spoiled me rotten: fed me like I was a beached whale and treated me like visiting royalty. I thought a week would be enough on the east coast but I was wrong. I once again did not make it to providence to see brett and megatron's house. It looks like they have fixed it up so nice too. Nor did I make it to NYC. I did not leave MA at all actually. But I got to hang out with my grammie and see my cousin and her pretty new baby.
definitely one of the highlights of the trip was seeing Maria and her new baby Alek. There will certainly be pictures to follow. He is a BBB (big beautiful baby.) It was so awesome to see Maria as this nuturing educator of her BBB. That baby is very lucky to have such a calm and level headed mommy. I mean this was a girl with whom I burned down half of her yard trying to smoke Marlboro lights, and then she didn't know how to use the washing machine when all her clothes were covered in soot. You have come a long way baby! I was so filled with love for her and her son. It was truly a beautiful thing.
Sounds pretty exciting huh?