Oy Vey

Who knew having my 6o-year-old parents in town would exhaust me to the point that I am a cranky jerk all the time?

So, here's my question. Why did Ohio get these dumb stickers?


I like the sleek "I Voted" oval stickers that other bloggers are sporting much better.

I mean, it still got me my free doughnut, but I am not a fan of it. Sadly, I was nowhere near a Ben and Jerry's and I have banned Starbucks from my diet during pregnancy, so no other free stuff for me today.

Voting was pretty painless. We made the right decision by not waiting around for hours on Sunday. We were at our polling location for less than an hour this morning. Nothing exciting happened at all. Except that I cried the entire way from the polling place to Krispy Kreme. I am a tad bit emotional right now.

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As for the OTHER big news of the day, we had our ultrasound. Unfortunately, my parents are sleeping in the same room as the scanner right now, so I can't show you pictures. But the baby is healthy and right on target for his growth. The doctor told us everything looked perfect and that the baby is measuring exactly to my due date. So we are still a go for March 29th.

As for that other announcement...

It's a boy.

Yay?

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Ok, while I was writing this, NBC and CNN just announced that Obama won. Whether you agree with his politics or not, I must say I am pumped that I was able to witness the election of the first African American president.

Am Tired. Can't Post.

I took my parents to the Air Force Museum today and we only made it through one of the buildings. For those of you who have never been, there are THREE buildings involved. We were there for almost THREE HOURS and only made it through ONE BUILDING. My dad wanted to read every single thing available. And that is A LOT OF READING. So I sat down every opportunity I got and we didn't even make it past WWII. I am exhausted from all the planes and memorabilia and walking. It was just too much for this sickly pregnant lady to handle.

In other FANTASTIC news, our upstairs bathroom (which is OUR bathroom) has decided to go kablooey. Neither the sink nor the bathtub will drain. Of course, this happens the second my parents show up. So now we have to barge through their bedroom to get to their bathroom to do basic things like wash our hands and brush our teeth. HOORAY! That is exactly what our bank account needs right now!

(Frankly, all this post is is filler for tomorrow's big reveal. I am pretty excited to finally see the baby. I think it might be real, y'all!)

But before we can take care of that, Alex and I have to go vote. We tried to vote early on Sunday, but we got there fifteen minutes after the place opened and there were already over 1,000 people there. And that is not my patented exaggeration. There were 1,000 people waiting to vote. Which is incredibly exciting, yet also extremely annoying when you have to wait for all 1,000 people to vote. So we decided to just wait and try our luck on the big day. We're planning on getting up early and going over to vote. Then we'll come back and wake up my parents so I can go shower in the guest bathroom. GAH!

They're Heeere

Alex and I spent ALL DAY preparing the house for my parents' arrival. And the politics worry? Worse than I thought. I am really, really dreading Tuesday night. Maybe I can leave? For...forever?

On the plus side, I got my couches! I didn't take pictures because I was too busy cleaning and then laying around feeling exhausted from the cleaning. But they are here! And I will take pictures. For reals, y'all.

Day 1....Barely

Good heavens, I nearly missed NaBloPoMo this year. I have no idea if I'll actually be able to do it this year, but I just spent an hour reading blogs and felt really guilty about how much mine sucks and decided to just jump in and do it. Besides, last year I won a prize!

Hopefully I will have pictures of my new couch tomorrow. Hopefully. If not, Alex might go missing.

I may or may not be nesting.

Also? Can we just talk about how TIRED I am of cleaning? GAH. I was trying to organize the shelves in our office because that is also going to serve as our guest bedroom and since we are having guests, oh, you know, TOMORROW, it was high time we got the room in some decent order. And after hours of cleaning today, I finally just lost it. I could not organize anything else. Not a single thing. It was like my brain short circuited. And all I could think was, "NO MORE. NOOOO MOOOORREEE." So I turned to Alex and asked him if he'd just throw the whole box of crap in the closet and call it a day. He did. The room looks much nicer and no one has to know I didn't organize a box of crap from our wedding that was over a year ago. It's just our little secret, internet. So keep that to yourself, would you?

Embarassment

One day you'll get married. And then you'll get pregnant. And then your house will kind of deteriorate. But it will be okay because your mother-in-law will graciously come to your house to help.

Except that there are some items in your house that are for married couples only. Items that were given to you on your bachelorette party. Such as a book. With, ahem, explicit material. So it's not something you really want someone to see. Particularly someone such as your mother-in-law.

But your husband assures you that he found said book in time and hid it. No worries!

So later that day when your mother-in-law is folding your laundry, she looks down and sees a book! She thinks it's an almanac! So she picks it up! And starts to read it! And you realize that when your husband said "hide" he meant "left it RIGHT WHERE SHE CAN FIND IT."

And then you die.

Woops

As I mentioned in my last post, we are having our big mid point ultrasound on November 4th. I thought this was brilliant because I didn't have school or class on that day and it was only two weeks away. My parents had mentioned wanting to come up for the big event, but I assumed they wouldn't be able to with only two weeks notice. Which was a shame, but I wasn't overly upset about it. After all, Alex and I haven't even seen the baby yet. So I was okay with just the two of us (and the ultrasound tech) getting the first glimpse of our offspring. Plus, I assumed my parents were all talk. I moved up here in 2002. Six, VERY LONG years ago. My parents did not come visit me until 2007. (And that was because I was getting married.) That's right, it took them five years to even bother entering the same state I resided in. In fact, 2007 marked my father's very first visit to the STATE OF OHIO despite the fact that his only child had moved there in 2002. So yeah, when we scheduled the ultrasound, I assumed that a mere two weeks notice would not be enough to get them back up here. After all, the first trip took FIVE YEARS for them to make.

You know where this is going right? I've set it up enough, haven't I?

HOLY CRAP, MY PARENTS ARE COMING BACK. And with less than two weeks notice. I was so shocked when my dad told me that all I could say was, 'Oh?' I told Alex and I thought his eyes might pop out of his head. Because my parents? Coming up here? Only a year and two months after their last visit?

This is not the issue. The REAL issue is the date of the ultrasound. November 4th. Remember, I scheduled this when I assumed my parents could not come. Now my parents are coming. ON ELECTION DAY.

My parents are Republicans. I mean RE.PUB.LI.CANS. During the last election, my mom actually asked me if I voted for the "right" candidate. Fortunately, she never specified WHO the "right" candidate was, so I was able to answer "yes" without hesitation. They love W. They hate Clinton. I remember watching the election night results when Clinton won his second term and my dad was disgusted, DISGUSTED, that Bob Dole was losing. BOB DOLE, YOU GUYS. That's how conservative my family is.

And while I may have grown up in a super conservative family, I did not marry into one. I married into a currently pro-Democratic family. A family who campaigns for Obama. A family who has signs for Obama in their front yard.

IN MY FRONT YARD.

WHICH MY PARENTS WILL SEE.

BECAUSE THEY ARE COMING UP ON ELECTION DAY.

SHIT.

Decision '08 or '09

You know what's difficult? Studying for an open book test. Especially when I'd rather do ANYTHING but school work. Plus, I feel stupid going over the material because I'll think, "Oh, I should memorize that. Wait. I don't have to!" So I'm having trouble finding a happy medium for this test. At least it'll be over in a few hours.

In other news, we had our monthly OB appointment last night. I'm a big fat porker, in case you were wondering. They also took MORE BLOOD for genetic testing and we heard the heartbeat, which has slowed down. We're down to the 140's, which terrifies me because I feel as though that confirms it's a boy. And clearly I love boys, but birthing a boy means that we'll have to actually NAME said boy and if there is one thing in this universe that Alex and I DO NOT AGREE ON is boy names. Yeesh. I spent part of yesterday morning looking up boy names in a frantic attempt to get the negotiations re-opened in Baby Needs A Name '09. Because I am suddenly, unequivocally convinced it's a boy. And then yesterday evening's appointment only added to my suspicions. (And I know we have time, but I am obsessive.)

But! The good news is we won't have to wait too much longer to find out if it is indeed a boy or a girl because we finally (FI.NAL.LY.) scheduled an ultrasound! So November 4th is not just Election Day, but also See Our Baby Day. I am very pleased that it is a mere two weeks away because I have been holding off on looking at nursery decoration ideas until we found out the sex. Plus, I don't know why, but I just feel like I'm still somehow being tricked. As if the baby is not real. And I am thinking that once I actually see the baby, then I will actually believe that a real, live baby is the end result of this whole process. We have yet to purchase a single baby item because I just...don't believe it. Like this is the world's most elaborate Punk'd. (In addition to being obsessive, I am also crazy.)

So mark your calendars! November 4th we get to decide on a new president and we get to see the Sandpalace baby. It'll be a day for the ages.