Lot's O stuff's been happening in the Setter's household...but this weekend Jason took some wonderful pictures of me and Leah outside our house. Thought I'd share with the world :)
Monday, September 29, 2008
34 week belly pics!
Lot's O stuff's been happening in the Setter's household...but this weekend Jason took some wonderful pictures of me and Leah outside our house. Thought I'd share with the world :)
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
9 more weeks...9 more weeks...HORMONES BE DAMMED...9 more weeks.
It's wednesday. Finally. I am so glad it finally came.
Yesterday was my 25th birthday. I took the day off from work (I never work on my birthday!) and thought I'd have a nice relaxing day off. That just wasn't going to happen apparently.
I woke up after my husband left for work and made some breakfast, and fired up the computer. I looked at some porn. It's my birthday dammit, if I want to look at porn at 7 am, I sure as hell can, right? So anyways, I get done with that...and I think...O! I can go get my license updated (new address/new last name) today! So I went on the hunt for our marriage license. I chatted with DH trying to find it and he says to look in the filing cabinet. I open the sucker up, and the FIRST thing I see is a old love note from his ex. Ahh yes. I read it. It was horrid, and it actually made me feel better. Told DH this and he says WHY DID YOU READ THAT?!? Well because I keep finding shit that you havent gone thru and thrown away. Thats why. So I cried a bit, crumpled the stupid piece of paper up and threw it and hopped into the shower to let my hormones calm down.
I get out of the shower and realize that I want a haircut. It's tuesday, should be simple to find an empty salon. SO I drive down to a salon I remembered that looked nice. Pamper myself a bit. So I walk up to the doors, their locked. I look at the hours, they open at 9, its 9:30. I think well maybe this isn't their main entrance. I go to the front doors and just as I arrive I see a woman run to the doors, LOCK THEM, and run off. I thought...well maybe she unlocked them? Oh, no, she didn't. So I flipped her off and cried. Stomped back to my car, and drove across the street to a salon school. I figure they are always needing customers...guine pigs....whatever. So I walk in, and they have a guest speaker till 12:30. Im meeting DH for lunch then...so thats a no go as well. I get back in my car and cry some more. I decide ohhhh kay I need to calm down. I'll go look for some maternity clothes on sale at Old Navy. I walk into the store not making eye contact with anyone, as I've already got a head cold/allergy thing going on, red eyes and snorting god knows what kind of snott continuously into my nose. So I go back to the section and start looking. Turns out...XL is not a popular size...for PREGNANT WOMEN. So I call my dad to try to keep calm and he asks whats wrong and I can feel the tears just welling up again, tell him I gotta go and I just bawl right there inbetween the small shirts on sale, whiping my snot on them in defiance. Take that, you abnormally small pregnant women.
So I walk out and decide, I STILL want a haircut. I drive around a bit, go to a crappy salon with a bitch of a stylist in there that is preturbed with my unsure answer of what I wanted to do with my hair. I'm already hormonal, I dont need your attitutde, so I left. Went across the street to another one and every SINGLE person in there was busy. Found one that could work on my hair in 30 mins. Ok fine. So i sit outside her door and got to listening to her. She was perky, sorority girl, paris hilton, LIKE OH MY GOD, giggle, kind of girl. Thats awesome for her, but god dammit i wasnt in the mood for conversation by then. So I got up and left.
I started to drive down by my midwife, thought maybe there'd be more options down there, went to a town square thingy and found a barber shop. Thought what the hell, i'll go in. I go in and this tall redheaded fabulous man shook my hand and offered me a water and took damn good care of me and my hair.
Im thinking, awesome, my day is finally gotten better. YAY! I drive up and meet DH for lunch, have some great chinese food and I get myself some new makeup at a store afterwords. I still want something nice to wear for tonight, so I get back home, put on the make up, go take care of the driver's license info stuff, find a beautiful purple shirt at Ross, go back home, take a shower because my makeup SUCKED (or rather the application I did sucked) got ready and nearly passed the hell out before DH got home.
So DH gets home, im looking fabulous, and he's complimenting me and we're flirting, life's good! We have reservations at 6:30....and my parents arent there yet. They finally show up, we get to the general area of where the resturant is, and no body knows where the fuck it is, except me. And i dont trust my shady memory. Anyways, we finally find it after calling them twice. We get there, get a tour that I cant hear, the hostess cared not. We get in to our table and we cant hear shit because of the loud table ajacent. Food was expensive and wasn't good at all. The bathroom was the only redeeming factor, I stayed in there and cracked up at the things they had on the wall. They had a bra from the 1950's complelty filled out and framed, funny advertisements from the era, it was all hilarious and I later showed my mom and we just stayed in there and laughed.
At the end of the meal DH gets really excited and shares his suprise for us. "I want to take you to the Gaylord and walk around" I force a smile and supress the urge to tell him what my hormones think. He catches the vibe and asks whats wrong. "We've been there before, not really much to see, and I'm worn out from all the walking this morning" ..." We have?"...."Yes, but we can go watch a movie or something"
So my parents pay for the meal, during which they ask me if they had given me birthday money already, I say no, (I had asked for money to buy a fridge for my bday, but instead they exchanged it for DH working on their computer) and she says oh well, I put some money in the card just in case. Cool.
We get to the movie theaters, movie started an hour ago, next one's not till 10. Fuck me. I have DH look up other theathers, same thing. So we're driving back to our house and I just fucking loose it. Tears streaming, snot snorting, tantrum. Its my goddamn 25th birthday, no suprises, no fun, crappy food, crappy rainey day, crappy sickness, and I cant do shit about it but smile and be greatful for what I have. My hormones just we'rent going to be silent about it any longer apparently. I felt like a complete greedy bitch. I shimmy down in my seat and try to stop crying, everyone in the car is trying to be understanding. "Want some ice cream?" ..."No I cant have any"....then I realize, FUCK THIS IM GETTING SOME DAMN ICE CREAM. So we go to Milwaukee Joes and get some ice cream. SO friggin good. We go back home and they leave and I sit on the couch and try to just let it all go. Im angry and im hurt and pissed off and thats no way to go to bed with my husband. In bed he apologizes thinking he should of done more, but just him being there was enough for me (well rational me)...hormonal me wanted to be suprised with roses, to find a love poem somewhere for me, to blindfold me and have a bunch of people celebrate my 25th birthday with me, and to possibly get a well thought out gift from him. Hormonal me was hurt. So much so that my stomach was churning and I tried so hard not to vomit. I felt awful. More pissed at myself then anything for the hormonal reactions of the day.
So. That was that. Today's a new day.
Yesterday was my 25th birthday. I took the day off from work (I never work on my birthday!) and thought I'd have a nice relaxing day off. That just wasn't going to happen apparently.
I woke up after my husband left for work and made some breakfast, and fired up the computer. I looked at some porn. It's my birthday dammit, if I want to look at porn at 7 am, I sure as hell can, right? So anyways, I get done with that...and I think...O! I can go get my license updated (new address/new last name) today! So I went on the hunt for our marriage license. I chatted with DH trying to find it and he says to look in the filing cabinet. I open the sucker up, and the FIRST thing I see is a old love note from his ex. Ahh yes. I read it. It was horrid, and it actually made me feel better. Told DH this and he says WHY DID YOU READ THAT?!? Well because I keep finding shit that you havent gone thru and thrown away. Thats why. So I cried a bit, crumpled the stupid piece of paper up and threw it and hopped into the shower to let my hormones calm down.
I get out of the shower and realize that I want a haircut. It's tuesday, should be simple to find an empty salon. SO I drive down to a salon I remembered that looked nice. Pamper myself a bit. So I walk up to the doors, their locked. I look at the hours, they open at 9, its 9:30. I think well maybe this isn't their main entrance. I go to the front doors and just as I arrive I see a woman run to the doors, LOCK THEM, and run off. I thought...well maybe she unlocked them? Oh, no, she didn't. So I flipped her off and cried. Stomped back to my car, and drove across the street to a salon school. I figure they are always needing customers...guine pigs....whatever. So I walk in, and they have a guest speaker till 12:30. Im meeting DH for lunch then...so thats a no go as well. I get back in my car and cry some more. I decide ohhhh kay I need to calm down. I'll go look for some maternity clothes on sale at Old Navy. I walk into the store not making eye contact with anyone, as I've already got a head cold/allergy thing going on, red eyes and snorting god knows what kind of snott continuously into my nose. So I go back to the section and start looking. Turns out...XL is not a popular size...for PREGNANT WOMEN. So I call my dad to try to keep calm and he asks whats wrong and I can feel the tears just welling up again, tell him I gotta go and I just bawl right there inbetween the small shirts on sale, whiping my snot on them in defiance. Take that, you abnormally small pregnant women.
So I walk out and decide, I STILL want a haircut. I drive around a bit, go to a crappy salon with a bitch of a stylist in there that is preturbed with my unsure answer of what I wanted to do with my hair. I'm already hormonal, I dont need your attitutde, so I left. Went across the street to another one and every SINGLE person in there was busy. Found one that could work on my hair in 30 mins. Ok fine. So i sit outside her door and got to listening to her. She was perky, sorority girl, paris hilton, LIKE OH MY GOD, giggle, kind of girl. Thats awesome for her, but god dammit i wasnt in the mood for conversation by then. So I got up and left.
I started to drive down by my midwife, thought maybe there'd be more options down there, went to a town square thingy and found a barber shop. Thought what the hell, i'll go in. I go in and this tall redheaded fabulous man shook my hand and offered me a water and took damn good care of me and my hair.
Im thinking, awesome, my day is finally gotten better. YAY! I drive up and meet DH for lunch, have some great chinese food and I get myself some new makeup at a store afterwords. I still want something nice to wear for tonight, so I get back home, put on the make up, go take care of the driver's license info stuff, find a beautiful purple shirt at Ross, go back home, take a shower because my makeup SUCKED (or rather the application I did sucked) got ready and nearly passed the hell out before DH got home.
So DH gets home, im looking fabulous, and he's complimenting me and we're flirting, life's good! We have reservations at 6:30....and my parents arent there yet. They finally show up, we get to the general area of where the resturant is, and no body knows where the fuck it is, except me. And i dont trust my shady memory. Anyways, we finally find it after calling them twice. We get there, get a tour that I cant hear, the hostess cared not. We get in to our table and we cant hear shit because of the loud table ajacent. Food was expensive and wasn't good at all. The bathroom was the only redeeming factor, I stayed in there and cracked up at the things they had on the wall. They had a bra from the 1950's complelty filled out and framed, funny advertisements from the era, it was all hilarious and I later showed my mom and we just stayed in there and laughed.
At the end of the meal DH gets really excited and shares his suprise for us. "I want to take you to the Gaylord and walk around" I force a smile and supress the urge to tell him what my hormones think. He catches the vibe and asks whats wrong. "We've been there before, not really much to see, and I'm worn out from all the walking this morning" ..." We have?"...."Yes, but we can go watch a movie or something"
So my parents pay for the meal, during which they ask me if they had given me birthday money already, I say no, (I had asked for money to buy a fridge for my bday, but instead they exchanged it for DH working on their computer) and she says oh well, I put some money in the card just in case. Cool.
We get to the movie theaters, movie started an hour ago, next one's not till 10. Fuck me. I have DH look up other theathers, same thing. So we're driving back to our house and I just fucking loose it. Tears streaming, snot snorting, tantrum. Its my goddamn 25th birthday, no suprises, no fun, crappy food, crappy rainey day, crappy sickness, and I cant do shit about it but smile and be greatful for what I have. My hormones just we'rent going to be silent about it any longer apparently. I felt like a complete greedy bitch. I shimmy down in my seat and try to stop crying, everyone in the car is trying to be understanding. "Want some ice cream?" ..."No I cant have any"....then I realize, FUCK THIS IM GETTING SOME DAMN ICE CREAM. So we go to Milwaukee Joes and get some ice cream. SO friggin good. We go back home and they leave and I sit on the couch and try to just let it all go. Im angry and im hurt and pissed off and thats no way to go to bed with my husband. In bed he apologizes thinking he should of done more, but just him being there was enough for me (well rational me)...hormonal me wanted to be suprised with roses, to find a love poem somewhere for me, to blindfold me and have a bunch of people celebrate my 25th birthday with me, and to possibly get a well thought out gift from him. Hormonal me was hurt. So much so that my stomach was churning and I tried so hard not to vomit. I felt awful. More pissed at myself then anything for the hormonal reactions of the day.
So. That was that. Today's a new day.
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