Crap, I forgot.  My internet is leaving me tomorrow since the movers will pack it all away.  There are still approximately 2,346 things to do before they get here (tomorrow) and my ass hurts.  Mr. Silly is a total superstar and I am sitting on my butt.  Oddly enough, I’m actually the one more stressed about the whole thing.  He keeps telling me it doesn’t matter if everything gets done, they’re packing our crap up anyway.  And I know.  But still.

So.  In an effort to organize the chaos in my head, a list of crap that needs to get done before tomorrow.

• Throw away EVERYTHING from the fridge and clean it out completely.  This is the first ever place we’ve ever rented that didn’t come with a fridge.
• Clean up the playroom after Smushy goes to bed, which won’t be until 10pm since she took the latest nap ever.  Hell, we might as well start screwing the routine up now.  Not like it makes a difference, what with moving and all.
• Finish 2-3 loads of laundry.
• Wash all the dishes, clean off the counters and stove, clean the oven, and wipe down the cabinet fronts.
• Straighten up the guest room/office/ place we keep all the stuff that doesn’t have a home.
• Throw away a bunch of stuff.  I don’t even know what else to say about it.  There’s just a lot of crap.
• Pack.
• OMG pack.
• AAAAHHHH!!!!

Things to pack:

• Clothes for everyone to last as long as possible since I have no idea when we’ll be getting our stuff.
• Toiletries
• Cat carriers, litter box, food and water dish, food and water
• Air mattress because I do not sleep on the floor.  And pillows and a blanket. And Smushy’s crib toy that plays music.
• Toys
• Snacks
• Portable DVD player
• Propane Tank (and any other flammable items) since the movers won’t take it
• I just know I’m forgetting something.
• Oh right.  Laptops and camera.
• Important paper type things like birth certificates, social security cards, medical type things and bank statements.
• Diaper bag and diaper bad stuff.

Somehow fit everything in the minivan so the cats can get to food, water, litter box, and I can have as much legroom as possible so I can take a nap and also be able to reach toys and snacks to pass to the kid.  Did I mention we’re estimating it’s going to take about 4 driving days total?  Not counting the few days we’re stopping at my sister’s house?  Plus the house we’re supposed to be renting is not a sure thing yet and I’m getting really worried about that since I am so much in love with that house.

Me=Bundle of Nerves.

Also, this whole being pregnant thing is a lot more painful than last time.  There’s the whole ass hurting thing (sciatic pain) that last all evening and makes it so I can’t even walk.  Then I’m nauseous all morning.  And add in some Round Ligament Pain to spice it up a bit.

All in all, easy stress-free time over here.  Hooray!

Oy.

See you in Rhode Island.

Today I am 29 years old.  Or as Mr. Silly put it, “One year closer to 30.”  Isn’t he sweet.  Everyone should have a Mr. Silly.

I wasn’t even going to announce it.  Mostly because there is so much going on this year.  I have never been one of those people to forget their birthday.  And I didn’t this year either.  But I came very close to it.  Mr. Silly got me a Wii game that we can play together.  It’s actually pretty fun.  Something about resort something or other.  He insisted I open it (as in, open the plastic store bag) right after he got home.  We are not big into surprises.  He also got me a gift certificate for a pedicure on Mother’s Day that I’m redeeming tomorrow.  But I don’t know how much it counts as a birthday present.

Tomorrow night (tonight?  I don’t really count it as the day until I’ve gone to sleep and woke up the next morning.  Midnight Schmidnight.) we’re going to my favorite Japanese restaurant with the yummiest food ever!  Smushy likes the miso soup and making huge messes with her rice.  It’ll be perfect.  Well, almost.  We do have to be there at 5:30 ish since it’s a Friday night and they get busy fast.  Plus it’s not the quickest place and 2 year olds all have time limits and I don’t care how good they are.  But we’ll make do.

I’m also thinking of going to the mall for a little shopping.  Like maternity pants.  It’s not that I really need them right now, but I need them right now.  It’s the bloat.  And I don’t want to have to buy a bigger size of regular pants just because it’s not really “baby” causing the belly. Mostly late night carbs.  Mmmmmm.  Plus, I’m going to need them eventually.  I mean, I can’t go out in my comfy lounge pants all winter, even if they are SO COMFY.  Seriously.  Go buy some.  From Target.  I think they’re called “dorm pants”.  You’re welcome.

Also, we are so busy busy busy over here.  We are officially out of here next Friday.  The movers will be here Wednesday and Thursday.  Plus we have to clean.  Mostly Mr. Silly.  Cuz I’m pregnant and shouldn’t be around cleaning fumes.  Shut up, it is too true.  (Right?  I mean I just figured.  Whatever, he doesn’t read my blog and I am soooo milking this.)  Not to mention the pre-mover cleaning including washing an entire playhouse.  Bird poop and sidewalk chalk.  We’re dealing with that this weekend.

Also, my 7 year old cat ran away, but now he’s back so there isn’t really a story there.

One baby!! Whew!!

<insert ultrasound pic of one baby>  (I can’t get my scanner to work, so you’re just going to have to use your imagination.  At least for a little while.)

We were able to see and hear the heartbeat (170bpm Does that mean girl?  Not that it matters since Smushy broke all the old wives gender rules.), which was really cool.  My appointment and ultrasound were smack in the middle of nap time, and Smushy was miserable.  It was tough.  I am going to do my best to leave her with someone for all of my appointments.  Because it sucked.  A lot.  It was nice that Mr. Silly got to see everything.  He missed all the early ultrasound with Smushy, so this was a nice treat.

I am so relieved!  One baby!  With a heartbeat!  Woohoo!!!

Now onto other things like the fact that we’re moving in 10 days and we’re no where near ready.  Oy.

Things are good.  You know.  Trucking along and all.  Morning sickness comes and goes and even then it’s really just queasiness with some dry heaving thrown in for good measure.  I think I may have had it a little worse with Smushy, but even then it was tolerable.  I’m tired a lot, but not sleeping much at night.  Naps are my friend.

I’m extremely grouchy all the time.  Not at Mr. Silly or Smushy though.  Mostly at the internet.  Message boards and Facebook get on my nerves.  I’ve been avoiding them since I know I will lose my temper and bitch at someone and regret it later.  I’m getting tired of biting my tongue.  I didn’t feel like this at all the last time, so I don’t know if it’s a pregnancy thing or if I’m just bitchy.

I’m a little hesitant to celebrate this pregnancy until I have an ultrasound.  I feel like I’m just counting down the days.  With Smushy, I had ultrasounds at 5 weeks, 6.5 weeks, and 8 weeks.  It was comforting knowing there really was a baby there and then the baby really did have a heartbeat and was still growing like it should.  Now I just have a few lines saying I’m pregnant and sore boobs.  This is just not concrete enough for me.  My ultrasound is a week from tomorrow and that will put me at 8 weeks 3 days.  In other words, FOREVER.

I find the further along I get, and the closer to the ultrasound I get, the more nervous/anxious/excited/terrified I am.  It seems my emotions are a little more complex this time.  With Smushy, I was just over the moon happy and scared something would happen to the baby.  That pretty much sums it all up for the entire pregnancy.  Now I have all these other concerns.  I can’t seem to focus on just the happy.

Um.  Also, I’m worried it might be twins.