Tuesday, August 19, 2008

I updated the status at Ticklish Giggles.

Thursday, August 14, 2008

Not really, but I’m not feeling well at all.

Sorry for the complaints blogging lately. There may not be non-complaining content for quite some time.

So sick…

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

I’m holding my own at the office so far.

Jesse woke up with a fever, so that threw off the morning a bit. Poor guy - we think he has a back molar working through. He’s been more drooley and ganwing on his fingers lately.

Beau is a prince. I’ll say it everyday - but he’s wonderful. He takes care of Jesse and our home and now me, too. I can’t ask for a sweeter, better husband. I love you, Beau!

Now I’m off to get some water before I puke again.

Tuesday, August 12, 2008

I got no sleep last night so I decided to stay home today.

Called my boss, told him about the baby and the morning sickness (he is excited), and then went back to bed after a bowl of cream of wheat.

Got a good nap, then woke up to take a Zofran and eat something.

It is an exciting day.

Monday, August 11, 2008

Still throwing up.

Still no internet. Internet is working, finally. No clue what the problem was, but it took about 30 minutes on the phone, a significant amount of that on hold and a return phone call by the tech.

Still need to finish the vacation posting.

No motivation.

Sunday, August 10, 2008

First, we still have no internet. Comcast techs couldn’t figure it out by phone so we need a technician to come out. Who knows how long that will take. Seems the database for Ticklish Giggles is hosed, but I can’t access the host CP from my laptop, so that will have to wait until we get internet back at home, too. In the meantime…

Very sick weekend for me. I spent most of yesterday doing nothing except warding off nausea. Poor Beau had to do everything - he took care of Jesse all day, provided food for me when I needed it, cleaned up, provided comfort. He’s a prince. Yesterday was a day.

I woke up feeling pretty good this morning, but he had made pancakes and the smell brought on instant nausea. Poor guy felt terrible. Anyway, I had a small and then managed to actually eat pancakes with my fellas. However, my snacks this morning have not done the trick because I just experienced #2 for the day. And I’m waiting for Beau to get back from church, where he did his parking lot duties. Fortunately, Jesse has been napping for most of the morning.

I dread the work week ahead.

Friday, August 08, 2008

1. For those who missed this oblique post the other day - I. Am. Pregnant. Baby Speaks #2 is due in early April 2009. The blog is here.

2. Our internet is still out and Comcast has no clue what the problem is. The technician put in a ticket requesting a higher technician to pick up the problem. But they won’t call us to let us know, we have to call them back. Customer Service as its best. Fortunately we have my work laptop for internet access until it is fixed, which could be next year.

1. This is going to be a long pregnancy if I’m already puking on a daily basis. *sigh* It hasn’t been a good morning so far.

2. Beau is helping with parking at the church today for the Leadership Summit. So I’m ill and home alone with Jesse. Fun times.

3. Our home network is down for some reason. I can’t figure it out and I know that Beau knows the secret to getting it working again - there’s a particular order to plugging things back in and I can’t remember it. So it’ll have to wait until he gets home this afternoon.

4. The good news is that we’re going to see The Dark Knight tonight. I’m very excited and hoping the smell of popcorn won’t have me puking in the bathroom for the whole movie.

Thursday, August 07, 2008

Beau has a couple of new posts up about Reagan. Good stuff there.

Ronald Reagan and Patriotism

Reagan and Carter as Pilgrims

I feel like I did on Monday after we got back from California. I’m just whipped.

So I’m heading home soon for a long nap.

I do realize that I haven’t finished chronicling our trip - that will come, I promise, including more pictures.

[5:00pm]: I feel better for the 3 hour nap. We’ll see about tomorrow after a full night’s sleep, too.

Wednesday, August 06, 2008

Phone rings.

Me: US Marshals Service

He: Ah! Thank God I got a person. It’s so hard to get to a person in your district.

Me: *on alert that this dude doesn’t really want to talk to me, but anybody* How can I help you?

He: *identifies district from which he is calling* I’m calling about a warrant out of our district ... yadda, yadda, yadda *he proceeds with information that I can’t do anything about because he needs to really be talking to the warrants section*

Me: You need to talk to our warrants clerk. She works later hours, but should be in soon. You can leave her a voice mail and she’ll take care of it.

He: *heavy, annoyed sigh* Is that *name withheld*?

Me: Yes, she works later hours now.

He: *another heavy, annoyed sigh* I’ll email her. Thanks. *click*

Why didn’t he email her in the first place? Gah!

For those commiserating with me about the loss of the job promotion, take heart. Good things are afoot.

There’s a new project underway.

The unofficial word is that Amazing One got the promotion. My boss said that it was mine until her interview.

I’m disappointed, but she has a much longer tenure with the agency with a broad range of experience. There’s a reason I call her Amazing One - she deserves the job.

But I really wanted it.

Dang.

Here are a few random pictures from the trip:

Jesse in his tent.

Jesse sleeping in the car.

Jesse with MooMoo on his head, which seems to be his favorite thing since he does it a lot now, even in the crib.

Tuesday, August 05, 2008

Wednesday dawned foggy. Most days start foggy in that part of California. What’s funny is that it wasn’t until about Thursday that I realized that our hotel balcony included a pretty good view of Morro Rock.

Anyway, this was our day to head up to Monterey. You’ve seen a photo from PCH on our way up (and the gas receipt from Big Sur). There are more photos to share - I’ll add them here tonight when I get home.

[place holder for lovely scenic photos]

We got to the waterfront in Monterey and I didn’t recognize anything. I have a pretty good memory for places, but there was no way I could figure out where anything was because so much had changed in 25 years. The Cannery Row I knew resembled nothing that I remembered. It is much more built up and super touristy, including a Bubba Gump, which I rejected as a lunch option. We ended up eating at a local diner across the street from the Aquarium that provided pretty good fish and chips.

After lunch we toured the Aquarium, which was very crowded. Jesse enjoyed the fish tanks more than anything. I think we could have stood in front of them for hours and he would have been happy. We did manage to get to the sea otter feeding, but it was so crowded on the platform that I started to get claustrophobic, so we left. Sadly, once we got outside we both sighed in relief to be away from the crowds and agreed that we would try the Baltimore Aquarium some weekend when it won’t be as crowded in the fall or winter.

We got back to the car, after deciding to drive up to my old neighborhood to give Jesse some quiet/nap time before we met Ith for dinner downtown. Once in the car we realized the parking ticket was missing. I finally got so aggravated, that I got out of the car and instantly found the ticket on the ground. The wind must have blown it out of the car when we opened the doors. Beau laughed that it was a good thing I got so mad to get out of the car on that day.

Anyway, we drove up to Marina, the small town that we lived in back in the early 1980s while Dad was at the Naval Post-Graduate School. Marina is still the same, but built up more. The neighborhood is now surrounded by much newer houses. Our old neighborhood looks really run down and old.

So we managed to find the restaurant to meet Ith, who is lovely and charming in person. We enjoyed a delicious Japanese dinner and Jesse was cute to the waitress and Ith. Then Beau drove home so that Jesse and I could sleep.

It was a good day.