28 weeks pregnant...and ready to go!

I know, blog neglect from yesterday. But seeing as how others neglect their blog for weeks...I think one day is excusable.

Yesterday was a busy day. I spent most of it learning how to do new things with my job, and the challenge is awesome. I just hope my boss gives me the opportunity to show that I can do this, granted, not alone, but I can do it. I think I deserve the opportunity. Yes, I came from Wendys, but I am smart.

For some reason, Bjourne has decided he is afraid of his kennel. I am not sure what prompted this change. But I am not happy about it. I spent 20 minutes trying to fight him into it and then ended up being 20 minutes late for work. He won't go in. Usually, he would just go in, and everything would be fine. He would be sad, but fine. Today, he acted like I was trying to make him take a bath. He kept running from me. He kept looking at the closet like there was something in it. I opened it and showed him there was nothing in it. Finally, I had had enough, so I got a whole can of cat food, put it in his food bowl and slid the bowl to the back of the kennel. When he was half way in, I gave his tush a little push and in he went. I am not sure what has prompted this behavior, but I plan to get to the bottom of it. Maybe I will Bjourne-proof the room tonight and see how he does tomorrow out of the kennel. I just feel bad because I keep seeing in my mind a scene from a horror movie, where while I am gone, the cats torture him and I come home and find him dead. Its horrible...okay, and a bit extreme, but you get what I mean. Hes like my child, and I worry about him. He'll be pretty ticked tonight when I get home, thats for sure.

Lucas has made sleeping and any other thing I try to do relatively difficult. I can't get comfortable enough to stay asleep. I think my mucus plug is in my nose, because I have a touch of a cold. Its awful. I cant breathe at night, and in the morning, my nose wont stop running. He moves further down now, and moves further up as well. So, that leads to pain and suffering. I think the third trimester sucks. And because now I am sleep deprived, I have engaged in the 5 stages of grief:

Denial: "This can't be happening to me" No crying, not even accepting the fact that I am pregnant and now an insomniac. Denying that I have an attitude or even a problem with anything. I am absolutely perfect and beautiful.

Anger: "Why the hell did this happen to me??" Blaming Jeremy because he can sleep and then feeling a little guilty for being so b*tchy, and then crying to make him feel bad for something he didnt even do in the first place. Or blowing up over something stupid and I should apologize, but I make everyone else apologize to me!

Bargaining: "I will trade you two vaccuums and a dish wash if you just go get me an orange freaking slush from Sonic..." I bargain for everything...then, I squelch on the deal, and Jeremy still has to do what I said I would do. Isnt that awful?? I feel bad...but then I get over it. He falls for it everytime. Why stop a good thing?? Okay, I will stop doing this to my husband as long as he promises me a never ending supply of orange slushes....(there I go again!)

Depression: "Gosh, could I be any more fat??" I was sitting in Off Broadway Show Warehouse, trying on shoes when I looked in the mirror and saw that I looked like a giant fat blob with a head! I swear, I was wearing a purple shirt, I looked like the purple people eater! It was awful. When did I get so fat??

Acceptance: "Okay, I accept my fate." NOT! I am so not here yet, and I am not sure I will ever be here. I have, however, accepted the fact that its not Jeremys fault hes a man and cant carry a baby. His humor-me statements only irritate me more, but they are sweet and endearing.

Then I go through the entire process again and again. Hmm...I tell you what...I will trade you my left kidney if these next 12 weeks just fly by....