Sorry it has been awhile!

First things first, I have new baby pictures!

These were taken on Feb 17th when I was 12 weeks and 1 day. Now I am 13 weeks and 2 days. Officially I am moving into the second trimester. The best news right now it is I haven't had a headache is about a week. AHMazing!

As you may already know, my beloved Mank has moved away. I still wake up in the morning and can't believe she is not going to be waiting for me at work. I am still moved to tears thinking about it. Everytime I respond to her text messages I get choked up. Jeez I miss her! Ok, I can't talk about it anymore. But real quick, she is in Utah and her in-laws are making her crazy. But that happens to everyone at some point or another.

It was Mr. Robot's 30th birthday on Tuesday so we all went out on Saturday. Ok, first actually on Friday night we went over to our new friend Trish's house for pizza and fun. I made another new friend named Ashton and Jake was there too. Man-Meat proceeded to get ham-boned as did all the other males. Ashton's husband's name is Leroy, which, in my opinion, is the best boy's name EVER! I've never known someone named Leroy, but I always wanted to. Now I do and it is awesome. So, then on Sat we went to dinner at the new Italian resaurant Taratino's. It was pretty good, although not my favorite. Then we all went to the Buoy Deck but they were closed. Fortunately we had the hook up since it was Mr. R's birthday so we got in for a couple drinks, the boys played pool and the girl's got bored. We left and walked down to the Hangar. At this point Ms. AAH was good and shliquored and kept buying all the girls shot after shot. Ashton asked what the baby's name was going to be so they drank to "Samantha" at every shot which made me feel included.

We ventured over to the Imp and danced the night away. Many more shots were taken and much fun was had by all. I saw some people out that I hadn't seen in awhile so that was nice. Me and Gummi danced a bunch because it turns out Ashton will dance to every song if you let her and every one knows I'm the same way. Ashton and Leroy took Mr. R and Ms. AAH home earlier. Mr. R stayed in the corner for a lot of the night. That was some ridiculousness actually. He was having fun doing his thing when of course Ms. AAH freaks out and starts a fight between them. Normally he doesn't care, but I think he's just getting fed up. He asked me to dance and halfway to the dance floor I turn around and Ms. AAH has him by the arm and is yelling at him about how if he wants to dance it should be with her. Well, WTF!! It isn't like I'm some drunk slut he's going to grind with on the dance floor, I mean, really he called me "Mom" for God's sakes. After that he just rolled over and sat in the corner and didn't really say or do anything. That sucks because it was his birthday and he was having a great time up to that point. At about 12:30 I was over by the pool tables and Mr. R comes up and asked me to take him home, takes my arm and starts pulling me towards the door. He wanted to go right now! I didn't have my jacket or keys or anything, so I managed to convince him to come back and sit down while I get my stuff. I was going to take him home then come back for everyone else. Then he disappeared for awhile. I think he was not feeling well and that's why he wanted to leave right away. Asthon ended up giving them a ride home later.

We stayed out intil bar close then went to Pel Meni's. Once there John Boy tried to start a fight with a big samoan guy because he was saying the word negro really loudly. Yikes! Touchy situation that was! John Boy's pretty big and could have put up a good fight, but you just don't want to be on the samoan's bad side. They are a nasty bunch in Juneau! I didn't go to bed until 4am. John Boy and Trish stayed at our house. I think John Boy passed out shortly after I went to bed, but Trish and Man-Meat were up until 6am. Then we all got up at 9 and I had to take John Boy to his truck so he could go home and take care of his dog. Later we all went for a walk with the dogs and Sister got a long great with John Boy's dog Sambo. He brought Sambo over to the house for a visit at dinner and brought pizza so we ate pizza and watch the Oscars. Overall the weekend went by way to fast and I didn't sleep hardly at all. Bummer!

Man-Meat's mom got into town yesterday and last night she rolled over on her shoulder wrong and dislocated it! TT took her to the emergency room this morning and they had to sedate her to put it back in place. Now she has this semi-body brace with velcro all over it to keep her arm immobile and has to go home early to see and orthopedic doctor. Crazy! And how painful must that be seriously!

News new news

So some craziness has happened since last time I wrote. I'll start with Friday night. We all went out for Mank and Z's going away party. It was super fun. We went to the Hangar for dinner and there was a group of 17 at a big long table. I ordered cheese totellin's sauteed with proscuitto and mushrooms in alfredo sauce. It was Auhmazing! I ate almost all of it despite the fact that I wasn't hungry. I sat next to Z's chief who has severe social anxiety and tormented him all night with my loud close talking and direct and inappropriate questions. Black Velvet and her husband were there drinking tequila and having a great time for being the eldest in the group. Man-Meat changed her to a drinking contest while BV got tipsy. She almost forgot to pay her bill! T-supid was there too, and we all hate him. He sat in the very middle of the table all stretched out with his arms over the backs of the chairs like he was King Shit. I wanted to slap him. Our new friend John-Boy joined in, but had to sit on the other side of the table. That was fine because that's were all the single girls were (and some married that didn't care). He made lots of new friends.

After dinner we went to get jiggy at the Imp. I hit a certain point were I was so tired I felt drunk so I had a great time. Everyone danced and partied. There was this crazy woman who showed up on the dance floor. She had this giant coat and those duck boots that are half leather, half rubber and she reeked like BO. I think she was on drugs. She was a big lady...looked like a lesbian. She took off her shoes and never left the dance floor except to get drinks. She danced like a caveman, a possessed Christian, an African shaman, and did 360's on the dance floor all night. We stole one of her shoes and hid it for the night and she never knew. It was very strange. There was a small amount of tense undercurrent to the evening because both Z and 6pack were out at the same time and 6pack was being particularly obnoxious and annoying, and grabby. No one likes that. At one point I had to literally shove him off me. I knew I'm throwing around a lot of new nicknames, if you are confused I'm sorry, but part of the puzzle is figuring out who they are! Mank left at about 12:30 and we stay only a little bit longer. John-Boy, Man-Meat and I went to Pel-Mini's of course for a snack (although I did not partake).

Saturday morning I learned that 6pack had texted Mank about how weird she was being on Friday night. He is so annoying! I thought Mank was acting exactly herself. I think he was just angry because she wasn't paying all her attention to him. The only different thing she did was that she couldn't really be on the dance floor because every time she went out there he was all over her and Z was right there watching. Awkward! So she told him he was overstepping his boundaries yet again and to back off.

Sunday I went to a goodbye brunk for Mank and RoRo and crew. It was nice and brunch was good. It was getting closer and closer to the dreaded Tuesday that Mank was leaving. I tried so hard not to think about it. They came over for enchildas and hung out all evening. I think it is great that Mank and Z want to spend there last days with us. I woudn't have it any other way.

Monday we went to a going away lunch at the Red Dog for Z. Mr. R was there so he came and sat with us. It ended up being 2 hours long and I felt bad for being gone from work for so long. I had sliders! I love little food! I asked Man-Meat to make me mini burgers next time we had burgers. It was pretty greasy though and I felt kind of yucky afterwards for awhile. Mank came over and made us chicken fried steak for dinner with is Man-Meat's favorite meal. Jake also came over and brought her baby because he and JBP are buddies. Man-Meat was a little overwhelmed with all those babies running around and poor Sister was too. She complete does not understand children. I think if she watched one grow up and get used to it she will be different, but to be thrown into the mix with two toddlers she was freaking out. Oz was also over for a little while. It was a very lovely last meal. It was the last meal Mank would be cooking in Juneau.

Then the craziest thing happened......

Tuesday morning I get a call from Man-Meat 2 minutes before my alarm was to go off. He announced very happily that he had great news! Mank and Z had missed their ferry! How is this possible? They were not supposed to leave until 7pm that night, how could they have missed the ferry if it was still here? They misread the ferry schedule and their ferry had actually left at 4am that morning!! I thought "Great news? This is terrible!" A confusing reaction I know because I would want nothing more then to have Mank for another week. But I knew she would be horribly upset, their entire trips plans would have to be redone, and we were prepared to say goodbyes and move on. Mank had called Man-Meat from the bathroom in her hotel, in which she had locked herself in fear of killing Z. And of course, she was extremely angry and dissappointed. I would have felt the same way. There was so much build up to them leaving, then all of a sudden they are staying for another week. I feel like I already said goodbye, like I already went through the hard part, not I'm going to have to do it all over again next week. I hope it will be easier now. It actually feels like they already left and are just back for visit now. I'm probably fooling myself. On Monday night I was awake at 3am crying and trying to figure out how I was going to say goodbye. I wrote a note out that I was going to copy into a card, I was completely prepared. I had taken today off (I am at work and moved my day off to next week) so I could sleep in because I knew I'd be crying all night. Now everything is thrown for a whirl. We are doing another brunch for them on Sunday and they've been over for dinner at nights, they are coming to trivia tonight, but it all feels like borrowed time, prolonging the inevitable. Like a long slow death instead of a short painless one. My goodbyes are best done like ripping off a bandaide (or in this case ducktape off a hairy back, painful). This is not the goodbye I imagined, but I guess since I get 7 more days with my favorite peolple I can't complain.

Once, Twice, Three Times a Lady

I have read everywhere that pregnancy makes you constipated. I am here to be an exception. Not only am I still going, but today I've pooped three times! The miraculous thing about it is the experience was different every time! Maybe it is all the fiber that I'm forcing myself to consume, aka vegetables by the pound, wheat bread, and probably the major culprit, mama's chili recipe. Beans bean the magic fruit! The worst thing about it is if I don't go when I have to go I get a tummy ache and super uncomfortable so pooping at works has become a must-do. I hate pooping at work because no doubt every time I've just gone someone walks into the bathroom right after me! But, it is a good thing I recently moved my desk and it is not closer to both the kitchen and the bathroom, DOUBLE PRIZES!

My God-forsaken headache has returned. I woke up with it. So far I took 2 tylenol at about 12:30 and another 2 at 5:00. It really is almost a waste because it does practically nothing. The only benefit is it take the edge off just enough to where I can concentrate a little better and not burst into tears.

I'm taking baby JBP swimming tonight for the first time at Mank's hotel pool! I hope the cold water makes my head feel better. I'm so excited to see the little man swimming around and experiencing the GIANT bath tub. He loves baths so I'm sure he will love the pool. I'll be showing off the beginnings of my bump. Yes, indeed it is starting to become apparent, however at this stage it looks like I'm just fat. I know the different though because I can no longer suck it in and it is starting to take on a slightly pointed quality. Also if I stretch back it stays sticking out instead of stretching flat like my belly roll used to. At least Baby S is right on schedule. My week-by-week book says week 10 and 11 you will start to show slightly. Good job Baby S! I held the "actual size" picture up to my tummy and that baby is huge already! No wonder I'm starting to show! It is about the size of a kiwi. I'll have to weigh myself and see if I've gained any weight. At my first appointment back on the 26th I weighed 27lbs, and I know I had gained weight at that point already. I'll keep you posted on the weight gain too. Average weighted individuals are only supposed to gain 25 to 30lbs. I don't want to gain too much because it is bad for the baby and myself! I'm estimating my starting weight to be 125 so no more then 155 lbs. That seems like so much! There is a break down in my book where most of the weight is fat, amniotic fluid, and baby of course. The rest is other fluid like water retention and some other stuff. I'll find a break down and post it. Here we are...


Baby - most babies pack on roughly 6-9 pounds (though some will weigh as much as 10 or more!).
Placenta - the placenta generally weighs in at 1-2 pounds.
Amniotic fluid - the amniotic fluid generally comprises 1-2 pounds of extra weight.
Uterus - the uterus grows and expands to roughly 2 pounds.
Breast tissue - most women's breasts add 1-2 pounds of weight during pregnancy.
Blood volume - a woman's blood volume adds an additional 2 pounds of weight gain during pregnancy.
Fluid - Women's bodies generally retain as much as 4-5 pounds of fluid during pregnancy.
Maternal fat stores - your body stores roughly 7 pounds of added fat to help nourish your baby and provide you the energy necessary to breastfeed after pregnancy.
(source: http://www.womenshealthcaretopics.com/preg_weight_gain.htm)

Now you know!

Auntie Twinkie Here!

Well looky here! Wissa seems to have entrusted me with her login and password for her Sirevog Spawn Blog! EEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE!!!!

Let's see... I never thought my dearest Twinkie would want, let alone HAVE kids. So, it came as quite a pleasant surprise back in 2008 when she told me she was going to stop taking birth control. I was like "YOU want kids?" And she's all, Yeah.

Ok, so then the day after Christmas she calls me and tells me to go somewhere where I am alone. I was out at the dome house where no matter where you are in the place it sounds like the person talking is in the next room, so I went to the upstairs bathroom and closed the doors. I should have turned on the water, Unit style, to block out the voice even more.

Anyway, she told me and I was so excited and so surprised... and I had to keep it a secret. I did tell Fish, my future hubby, and he was excited, too. Oh, by the way (Shameless plug here) if you want to check out MY blog, click here.

Well, I better go do what I'm supposed to do... put a countdown on this site. Talk to you later! I can drop in ANYTIME now since I have the sign in information!!! Bwahahahahahahahaha!!!!

I love my Twinkie and I am so happy for her and I have had two dreams where she had a girl, so I'm guessing Baby Sirevog will be a girl, but something tells me it will be a boy. ANyone want to place wagers on this? Let me know!!!

Auntie Twinkie or Chips

Ketchup

Sorry it has been awhile. Twinkie will not be happy! The delay is posts comes from the downright excruciating migraines I had last week. Starting Thurs and cruising through Sunday. I was actually trying to think of a word worse then excruciating. I might have to make one up! Beings that I can't take any medicine for them I am totally S.O.L. with the pain situation. I can take 2 tylenol, that's it. Any one who has every suffered from a migraine will tell you that is just not going to cut it! I did my best.

It all started Thursday afternoon. You see, my friends Mr. Robot and Ms. Aaah got to drinking Wednesday night at trivia and their relationship and alcohol just don't mix. It is toxic! They get into their customary drinking fight and I heard it was an all-nighter. As in Ms. Aaah showing up at his house at 3am still going on about it. Thursday afternoon she decides that I am the only person she can trust to talk to about their problems. For one thing, I am on Mr. R side. I've known him for way longer, he's like a son to me, my loyalties lie with him. How uncomfortable would it be to have Ms. A telling me all their nitty gritty stuff? What if I give her advise and she goes back to him and says "well wissa says blah blah blah" which she has done before? Besides I have my own life and am tired and pregnant and just don't have time for their pettiness. She was texting me all afternoon and my headache started, so yes I blame her. I knew I was going to say no, it is an akward position for me to be in. I have such a hard time saying no when people are asking for my help. I was really at odds! I want to help her because she is Mr. R's fiance, but I don't have the energy or patience, or loyalty to do it. Therefore, migraine time.

I tried going to the gym because everything I've read and even my doctor told me exercise helps migraines. I am here to tell you IT DOESN'T. When I was done at the gym my headache was 5.7 times worse and getting worser (more worse?). I even cried on my way home. I tried so hard to tough it out. I watched all our shows with Man-Meat and as soon as I laid down in bed it all kind of hit me how hard I was trying to block it out. No kidding, as soon as my head hit the pillow I started bawling. There was nothing I could do to stop it. Man-Meat got me ice packs and towels and tissues and made sure I was comfy. I took 2 tylenol and laid as still as possible. The ice packs worked wonders. My head was pounding so hard I could literally feel the wash cloth on my head moving. I could see the veins pulsing in my forhead worse then I have ever seen. I was eventually able to fall asleep.

When I woke in the morning I felt absolutely fine. However, but noon on Friday the headache was back. I went to lunch and felt like I could tough it out for the rest of the day. Fat chance! I ended up going home at about 3 and I can't believe I stayed at work for even that long! What was I thinking! Well I wasn't because thought it nearly impossible when you have a migraine. Pretty much sobbing and drooling is all I can manage. I went home and went straight to bed with my ice packs. I started to feel much better then fell asleep. When I woke up about an hour later the headache was back in full force. Damn! More the of same followed with the headache always lingering coming back in nasty waves then dwindling all weekend.

Fortunately by Sunday I was feeling ok. I did take 2 tylenol in the early afternoon. We had a huge superbowl party. I made hot wings, fried vegetables, guacomole, another avacado dip, onion dip, all the goodies. I fried the veggies with this new deep fryer we got on Sat. The one and only reason I wanted it was to make fried pickles. If you have never had the honor, you should seek our fried pickles at your local bar or pub and try them. They are amazing! And I LIKED THEM BEFORE I GOT PREGNANT, so it isn't a weird pregnancy thing. Seriously though, I know have a deep frying and will gladly make a batch for you if you want, or we can go to Henry's where I had them originally. The party went off well. Oh! I also made mini bagel dogs! They were a huge pain in the ass but they were so good I will make them again. Basically you make bagel dough and wrap it around a lil smokie. You have to boil the smokies for a couple minutes then back until golden brown. They are quite like the ones from the store, but they were still amazing. I made almost a whole package of smokies into bagel dogs and it took about an hour to roll them all up. It made one cookie sheet worth. Oh man they were good!

This is Mank's last week at works. Waaaaa!! They she's gone on Tuesday. I took Wednesday off to deal with it.

The good news is I feel great now! I still haven't had any morning sickness except for those few odds days around 6 weeks. The headaches are the worst things I've experiences besides being a moody bitch. Poor Man-Meat can't keep up! One minute I want to hug and cuddle, so he does, then I'm like don't touch me. It is very strange to be this uncomfortable in your own skin. I feel like it really doesn't belong to be anymore. It belongs to my little gummi bear and I'm just a house guest. I get this anxiety at night that I absolutely have to get into my jammies right now! If I am not in jammies I start to freak out and Man-Meats gets bitched at. It is the weirdest thing, kind of like my shower claustrophobia, I have "day clothes" claustrophobia. It even happens if I'm in work out clothes which are as close to jammies as clothes get. Twinkie will probably get a kick out of this section.
My gummi is the size of a walnut at 10 weeks. I was reading online that some woman are already in maternity clothes by now. I look and weigh exactly the same except my pants are oddly tighter. Maybe it is such a small change that I can't notice it. I guess if I really want to be critical my belly is a little bigger, but that's from bloat and the fact that I eat all day. I don't eat a lot, just a little but I do it all day long, but again, no weight gain. It is also nearly impossible to suck in my stomach or flex my abs. Try as I might it doesn't happen. I'm still going to the gym at least 3 times a week. I walk and do the eliptical. I can run a little bit, but get tired really fast and I have to warm up for 15 minutes of walking before I can even attempt to run. I do run though because it feels great , just not very much. I guess in a 45 min work out I run 15-20 minutes off and on depending on how I'm feeling. Thursday-headache night I only walked and comparitively slow to the speed I normal go, but that's because I felt like rat poo.

Oh! Speaking of rat poo!! We've had a mouse in our kitchen since this really cold snap in December. We have traps and sticky paper everywhere. We hadn't check the traps under the stove for a while so we pulled them out and this is what we found!


DOUBLE PRIZES!!!

And the fun doesn't stop there! Violet, our beagle dog-neice was hanging out on Sat. We were resting from the headaches. She got up and wandered into the kitchen. She loves food and is a compulsive water-drinking. If there is water in the bowl she has to drink it all. I thought she may have been getting up to check the status of the food and water bowl. A few seconds later there is a commotion in the kitchen!! I just up and there is Vi with a mouse cornered between the kitchen cabinets and the fridge. They are both motionless. I said to Man-Meat "Mouse! Floor! Kitchen!" Then told Violet to "get the mouse, get it." She snapped out of her trance and wandered casually away leaving the mouse behind. At this time Sister has gotten up and she sees the mouse and I tell her to "get the mouse." Her large bodies self rushed over there and stuck her nose right on it. It understandably tried to scurry under the fridge, but only made it half way and stopped. I put some winter gloves on and tried to get it, but got squimish and made Man-Meat do it. He pulled it out by it's conveniently long tail and held it up. It had blood on its back so Violet injured it in someway when she pounced it. Man-Meat flingged (flung??) it over the deck and to it's most certain death. The count is at 3 which only means there are more out there.