11 weeks and 3 days

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Week From Hell... And then....

OMG. There is a rule that if something can go wrong, it will. This week, that has been my life. First, my ex completely screws me over, and legally, there's nothing I can do but take him back to court. Or traumatize my daughter even further. Take your pic. All I can do is (im)patiently wait until Sunday when my princess comes home. I'm not even going to mention the cheerleading drama he felt like creating.

Yesterday we had Liz's bridging ceremony for Girl Scouts. It was so much fun and she has a ton of new batches to sew to her now defunct Brownies vest. (wah!) I even got an award since I'm a totally awesomely helpful parent. (I think I got them all fooled!). Then we come home. And notice that Liz's bike is GONE. The brand new bike from Christmas. The one she refused to get on until last Wednesday and learned to ride. Stolen. By some freaking asshat who steals kids bikes and destroys any faith in humanity they have left. Filed a police report, but what else can I do? We've driven neighborhoods, but nothing. It's gone. And it's also no longer being sold. Which really sucks because it was the perfect blend of girl but not girly.

Today we had the ultrasound. 3rd one since I started bleeding. The subchorionic hematoma is GONE! GONE GONE GONE!!! No more bed rest, no more pelvic rest!!!!!!!!! And Yoshi is growing right on schedule. He was jumping around and throwing his fist in the air. Matt started to cry.

My Wish For My Children? May They Always Stay Sensitive

I'm Sensitive
I was thinking that I might fly today
Just to disprove all the things you say
It doesn't take a talent to be mean
Your words can crush things that are unseen
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
You always tell me that is impossible
To be respected and be a girl
Why's it gotta be so complicated?
Why you gotta tell me if I'm hated?
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
I was thinking that it might do some good
If we robbed the cynics and took all their food
That way what they believe will have taken place
And we can give it to people who have some faith
So please be careful with me, I'm sensitive
And I'd like to stay that way.
I have this theory that if we're told we're bad
Then that's the only idea we'll ever have
But maybe if we are surrounded in beauty
Someday we will become what we see
'Cause anyone can start a conflict
it's harder yet to disregard it
I'd rather see the world from another angle
We are everyday angels
Be careful with me 'cause I'd like to stay that way

Am Super Secret Pregnant Ninja

Jilted Lovers and Billboards

Here's a lovely story. Man and woman meet. Let's assume man and woman fall in love. Sadly, man and woman break up. Woman turns up pregnant. Man takes out billboard 12 months later saying she aborted their baby.

Sadly, the man is a total fucking jackass who lied. This womans friends came to her defense and said she had a MISCARRIAGE. A miscarriage is not an abortion, and now she has to face this sign daily. Also, this douche comes out and admits he doesn't know what happened, so this whole thing is nothing but an attempt to humiliate his ex.

And was backed by a pro-life group. Oh, what's that? The pro-life group that bankrolled his sign? They've now said they want nothing more to do with him after learning about how his relationship went down. When the pro-life groups backs away from your abortion rant, you know you didn't something pretty damn bad.

Mr. Douche also has a Twitter account. And account where he makes comments such as "What do you call a woman with two black eyes?" and "Wish I would have run you down with a car before you walked out on me". Sounds like a real winner there.

So to recap, an abusive jackass took out a billboard to harass and demean his ex girlfriend. And WOMEN are supporting him in his choice.

Dear Doctor;

I was hoping that the following might explain why I can no longer be on bed rest. I'm not trying to brag, but apparently, without me, my house falls to hell. So bad, that today I had to get up and do something about it. In case you do not believe me, I took the following photos to show you what happens when my husband is left in charge. I don't think the pan or the kitchen floor will ever be salvaged. (Time for a new floor perhaps? I hate this one anyhow)









So please Doctor, understand that I can't live like this! I only wish that I would have taken pictures of the counters and the dishes before I scrubbed the hell out of them to clean whatever it was that was all over them.

Twilight Didn't Start It You Know

On one of my mommy boards, someone posted that they wanted books to read, but nothing Harry Potterish. (Sacrilege, I know) Of course, this meant that all dragons, vampires, fae, elementals, superheros, were-animals, and aliens were out too. (I recommended the Heather Wells series. Nothing but mystery and comedy in those)

While writing it out, I realized that most people call the books I read the adult Twilight genre. Which irritates the crap out of me. Sure I like Twilight. It's a glimpse into the "what if" of loosing your true love. That's why New Moon was so strong to so many people. And why we clamored for the rest of the series. Because we once wished we were everything to that first taste of love. (of course, what if you boyfriend was a vamp and wanted to kill you too)

HOWEVER, these books were out long before Stephanie Meyers dreamt of a meadow filled with flowers. I've been reading books about these supernatural creatures since I was a child. Starting with the childrens masters of horror, R.L. Stine and Christopher Pike. (not to be confused with the adult master of horror. I know) As I got older, there were tons of authors that came before Meyers, that were much better than her stories (again, I love them. Sue me), but one thing becomes a craze and you're all lumped with them. It's enough to make me shy away from the series.