ERrrrrrrrrrg!

There are few things in the world that I hate more than hospitals, and especially so when its I, who has to be there. The smell, the feelings, the sounds, the no cell phone rule, the food (gag), the sick people, the waiting rooms, the co-pays, the bill you get a month later just when you forgot you were there and now you owe someone thousands of dollars since your health insurance blows... just everything, I hate hospitals. If it were not for the drugs I have been promised and have my heart set on while delivering this precious baby I am carrying, I would have Keith clean out the hot tub and refil it with non-chlorine water and we would just have this baby at the house on the back porch and fire up the b-b-q and make an evening of it.... however my pain tolerance is ever so low, and I will require the massive needle in the spine to get things rolling. So, I am not one to over react when it comes to my physical well being, in fact, I heavily rely on google to diagnose me all the time. I made the mistake of mentioning my google MD preference to my OB at my last prenatal check up and she kinda got on to me a little bit; saying if ever I had any concerns please just call the drs office since there is always an on call OB there to answer any questions, well I was sitting at work on Thursday ...in my chair... with my feet elevated as usual... playing on my iphone...kicking ass in checkers when I started to feel some oddness in my chest. My heart to be more exact... like an unusual slow heart beat pattern that would ever so slightly pause, flutter for a few seconds.. and then get back to beating at a quasi-normal pace. Huh? That feels weird... not painful..... just weird. So it started happening every few minutes and I was getting a little weirded out so I head to the office (in the model home, from the living room where i was propped up on the sofa) and google my symptoms. I found that there were quite a few women who have this same complaint while pregnant. So after 10 minutes of internal conflict over whether or not to call my OBGYN, I figure, I have a precious life inside of me that is not my own, but is however, my responsibility. I call the dr, they say come on in... to the labor & delivery part of the hospital, we will check the baby and then we will send you over to the ER to run an EKG to check your heart. AHHHH shit... this is not what I want to do... I HATE THE HOSPITAL!!!! But I go, and am in and out of the Labor and Delivery section in NO TIME... I could talk about the chatty nurse but this blog is already way tooooo long. Then I go to the ER and spend the next 4 hours there... in a room.. alone... thankful for the TV but still... .after 4 episodes of FRIENDS and still no Dr. has come by (after my nurse swore i was 3rd on the list an hour and a half ago).... I get antsy. My EKG was normal, my blood pressure was perfect... my blood tests were normal... and everyone who saw me at the ER told me that "heart palpitations are completely normal in pregnant women, lots of extra blood plus weight and pressure of the uterus and yada yada its all normal, you will be fine) and yet i still lay there, on the worlds most uncomfortable gurney waiting for the doc to come check me out and discharge me... I lost it... i used the little red button to call for help, as if I were truly in despair, and i was. My cute little nurse came in to find me hysterical begging to just go home, please take this IV out of my arm so I can get home, its almost 10pm and Ive been here since 5, i am starving! and hormonal and my bag aches and I now know I wont die, at least not tonight so please, for the love of god, take this out of my arm, give me my clothes and let me leave! So I did... without seeing the blessed doctor... and went home. I HATE hospitals. And I am anxiously awaiting a mysterious invoice to find its way to me, with an outrageous ER visit bill enclosed.

What dreams may come...

For as long as I can remember dreaming, I have ALWAYS been a medley dreamer....and I do not think the term is real, because I googled it and had no luck; but basically its one dream, that leads into another un-related dream... followed by another dream that has nothing to do with the first, followed up by another dream completely different from the 1st three.....all in the same night. I wish it weren't that way, I would love to have dreamless sleep for the rest of my life. If I never had another dream again, I would sleep all day every day. Being pregnant you read about how dreams will become more vivid and real, and this is what is weird, I have ALWAYS had very vivid and real dreams even before I got pregnant. And I am not talking about.. me walking down the beach, or down a stair case, or I am all alone and am in the hallway of my high school... those aren't my dreams' cup of tea. No, no, no ... my dreams may as well be scripted and I should make them into made for TV movies. They are real, dramatic, and bizarre. I also will remember a dream (series of dreams in my case) for a few days... and if its really crazy.... months. In the past 2 nights alone, I remember dreaming that I was a catcher in a minor league baseball team and it was a big game, and I wore my glove on the wrong hand.... and a girl I went to high school was pitching and when I was supposed to catch the ball, I would flail like none other and completely miss and the have to run after it like a retard. ( I blame this on my company softball team i was a member of for a few short months a few years ago). Oh yea... and I wore a glove on each hand at one point... Who does that? That dream lead me to another one where I was living in FL, and had a listing for a home to sell in CA... for someone I knew that also lived in FL... why I would be trying to sell California real estate when I have never even been there is beyond me. That lead me into a dream where I hosted a body combat boot camp at my house where my gal pal Katie came over to whip me and some of my girlfriends into shape and then afterward we all sat in my kitchen and ate pizza (now this is the only one I can remotely relate to pregnancy... pizza) and then there were my dreams from last night... I believe it started with my wedding band/ engagement ring... somehow I got a new engagement ring, but since my wedding band was custom made to fit the original engagement ring... the new one didn't fit my old band and there was no need for a new one... because after seeing it, i still liked my original one better?!?! I DON'T KNOW!!! I know you are thinking WTF? What does any of this have to do with anything! MY THOUGHTS EXACTLY!!!! I wish I knew!!!! Oh and then that ring dream lead me to one where I was singing/acting in a musical/play and the show had started and I was supposed to be out there singing or something but I couldn't find the right pair of black shoes.... i am sitting at a table with about 19 pairs of black shoes under and it NOT one pair fit... not that shoes were too small.... only that the right shoe of each pair was too small, its like my right foot grew 2 sizes bigger than my left and I ended up going out there SUPER LATE with a pair of fugly red shoes on that I have never seen before... oh and to top it off... I didn't know any of the words to any of the songs... and my sister told me to just make them up... and I did. And then I woke up sweating...and so I had to go pee.... since there is a 3lb baby sitting on my bladder at all times.
I hate dreams. Hate them.

It's been a while...

....since I could hold my head up high.... it's been a while since i first saw you... ok enough with the singing, I started a blog 2 years ago, and blogged one single solitary time... and then forgot all about it. But now I am back and blogging better than ever. Or will be... just give it time.
So Keith and I got married ...and got pregnant.... and got winning numbers on the lottery!!!!!!
Ok well not that last part... but the first 2 were things that I have wanted and received so I just figure... if I wish it... it will come?!?! I guess we need to actually play the lotto to win the lotto. So for now I guess I will hope that Howard wins and then so kindly gives the Francis fam a few mil.
Anyway ... the point of this new blog was to see if anyone else has the same problem I often have... you know on some websites, be it if you are leaving a comment on facebook, or myspace, or trying to reset a password for any give online account there is a "photo" if you will of weird font letters and numbers and the computer will prompt you to enter what you see... to make sure you are not a ... well... im not sure why they ask you to do it.... anyway EVERY TIME without fail... for some reason... maybe I am blind... maybe the "photo" has an i and it looks like a l or 1 or something... i get them wrong... every single time. Not only do they give me a new "photo" of a word... thats not really a word as much as letters smushed together and blurry to see if you can make out what the heck it says and type it in (not case sensitive my ass). So today when I was trying to get my blog account up again... i swear on my life... it made me try 25 OR MORE times... then there is a handicap button next to the empty box in which you type said mysterious non-word... that if you click on the (offensive in my opinion) handicap wheelchair logo... it plays audio... of white noise and ramblings in different languages and then some guy is saying 5 Numbers... and they then ask you to type in the numbers that you hear!!!! and i still got it wrong!!!! how on earth does this happen to me!

So I am getting my eyes checked.... followed by a hearing test.
(however I dont think its me.... I think my laptop needs the check up)

losing battle with a 3 hole punch

why is it that every single time i use a 3 hole punch i find myself drowning in a sea of thoes tiny little white dots. why cant i just punch the wholes in the papers and be done with it? the whole task i was assigned at work in reality should only take about 3-4 minutes; depending on distractions such as phone calls or walk-ins maybe 5 minutes max. but instead i am sitting on the floor trying to pick up every teeny tiney damn dot for 10 minutes when and then when there are only approx. 15 dots left, then, then is when i realize it would be much easier if i would have just used the packing tape in my top drawer.


i would say Thank God its Friday but in my world, this is just the beginning of another fabulous work week.