Eviction Notice!

Little Miss Elizabeth August Schumacher aka Baby Libby, Tenant, is hereby notified that she has 5 DAYS in which she can either gather her belongings and promptly vacate the premises, or wait until the final day, FRIDAY OCTOBER 3RD, at which time she will be physically removed from the property. Miss Schumacher is being evicted due to breech of contract and destruction of property. Expansions only to the front of the house, within reasonable limits, were previously discussed by tenant and management. Not only have these limits been exceeded, but unapproved additions to the back of the house were also made. Remodeling and gutting of the home was never approved, nor was changing the initial layout and base structure. Due to property damage, there and now leaks in both the upper and lower levels of the home. Any further problems will result in immediate and forceful removal.

~THE MANAGEMENT AKA MOM!

Disclaimer: This eviction notice was discovered online and modified to fit - the original author is unknown, but suspected to be a file clerk at the county courthouse.

Another Very Merry UnBirthday!

Baby Schu is Due! Today! But... she is just hanging out in the womb, chillin'. Kicking back and relaxing. Riding the amniotic fluid waves. Thinking she can vacation in my awesome womb for another week or so. Hey, when the getting is good....

Had my 40 week doctor appointment this morning. All is well. No cause for alarm. Had an ultrasound again to confirm this baby's position. She's got arms and legs all over the place! Wiggling and squirming and moving her butt from side to side. She's head down, but not perfectly lined up. Last night she was sideways, no question about it. She's not even dropped the slightest bit. Weird because she was at one point! But, she didn't like that, so she got up higher again. This baby does not like being in a headlock. She likes to rock and roll!

An eviction date has been set. My uterus is like a timeshare, and her time is up! I will check into the hospital the night before the eviction; on the morning of October 3rd they will do an external version if she is not in position, followed by an induction. If this induction fails, she will make her entrance into the world just as Julius Caesar did. Although I will have better drugs than his mommy did!

That's only another 8 days from now. Just enough time for her daddy to get better. He's the guy with a sinus infection. We don't want her first impression of her daddy to be "Eww, my dad is this guy with an endless supply green slimy snot, and he sounds horrible, and he's so pale!" Really, I'd rather be 40 weeks pregnant than have his sinuses right now. Poor guy. Lucky for the rest of us, he's working two jobs and sharing his icky germs with his co-workers instead of spreading his yuckness around the house. I feel sorry for him, but then again.... go, get out of the house, please!

All the princesses are doing well. The dog went to the vet, she's a bigger princess than she should be. Poor girl is getting fat. Just like mommy! (well, not "just" like mommy) Gracie had a drippy nose for a couple of days. She said her nose was crying. Nose tears, what a sweet way to describe a child's dripping snot. Potty training is not happening. She's had a little bit of success on the potty chair, but it also makes a nice hat. The teen princesses are anxiously waiting for their new little sis. They aren't excited about all the helping they have to do now, but they do it anyway. It's nice when I turn around and see that they did something without my nagging. Lexie has been busy teaching guitar lessons and tutoring some little boys whose parents pay her very well. Katie has been working long hours and singing in coffee shops every chance she gets. She has a big gig coming up in November, going to open for Tracks Like Trains! She's very excited cuz they are (almost) locally famous!

Baby's UnBirthday

A very merry unbirthday to you, little baby Schu!


After 12 hours in the hospital, a bag of pitocin, contraction, laboring, and monitoring.... our baby decided today was NOT her birthday after all! We were sent home still pregnant.

Guess today is her UnBirthday! Lets have cake!

Ready to Burst!

Well, I'm ready. Anyone else?

I'm done shopping; I can't even invent something in my mind to shop for. Stocked up on groceries, incidentals, diapers, wipes, paper plates and convenience items. Cleared the camera cards and charged the batteries. Packed my hospital bag. Washed everything. Set up the changing table. Installed the carseat. Really, I've run out of things to prepare!

Also, got my pedicure and had a prenatal massage. Ate pineapple. Had some spicy food. Drove over speed bumps trying to shake the kid out. So far.... I'm the only one who is ready I guess. There is a full moon on the 15th, I'll be out all night with my belly aimed at the moon, catching some full moon beams. Maybe that'll do it.

I'm ready to burst! But, still waiting.

While I'm waiting, I have been going to college. Ugh, why am I doing this? My class read one novel, I read 2 chapters. We have a paper due next week. I'm working on it. I don't fit in the student desk anymore. I moved over to the handicapped desk. It's a table and office chair off in the corner of the room. I have to park a mile away from my classroom. That is the hardest part about going, waddling from the parking lot. Quack. Quack. Just call me Jemimah Puddle Duck. I waddle just like her!

I hope my next post is a birth announcement!

Beach Ball Belly

I've been very busy following my beach ball belly around.

First day of College was good. I actually got a decent parking space. Didn't have to walk too terribly far. I stopped in a the parking services office and asked for a temporary disabled permit so I can get a close spot while I'm pg. They gave me a form to have the doctor sign, which I forgot to take to the doc and the permit is only good for 2 weeks. But, 2 weeks just might be enough, you never can tell.

I walked halfway across campus, cuz my classroom is in the building right in the middle not near any parking, ugh. And I saw people I know and got hugs as I walked. Nobody groped my belly, just hugs. (I hate belly gropers!) It was nice! A couple of people I saw didn't know I was pg. Yup! I am! I didn't see my buddy, Jenn, we usually have class together. My instructor scared a couple people out of the class when she explained the syllabus. 10 books, 2 huge-ass tests, and a 25 pg research paper. She said she was glad I was there, and I made an appt to go talk to her to set up when I take the midterm and get my paper topic approved and stuff. She is modifying the syllabus and due dates for me. Nice!

I took Gracie to her sitter. She hasn't been there for 3 weeks! She was thrilled to be there! And I mean thrilled! We got in the door and all three little girls were hugging each other - so cute!!! The sitter has 2 daughters: age 5 and age 18 mths. I took the sitter a carseat and a double stroller. Gave her the side by side Peg Perego stroller which she fell in love with immediately. The three girls played hard till I picked Gracie up at 5:00. The little ones rode in the stroller when they walked kindergarten (2.5 blocks away) and when they went to pick up too. The littles didn't want to get out of the stroller and they held hands while they rode along. Gracie was disappointed when I came to get her and ended her fun.

The sitter said that when she had to use the bathroom, The Littles wanted to follow her in, no big deal. That's fine. But Gracie said "spank!" So the sitter was worried that I spank Gracie for not going potty or something. I reassured her that I would never spank for potty training! I'm sure that would hinder more than help. And then I realized what Gracie said! Gracie must have said "Stink!" She says that if you toot. So I told her that Gracie says Stink, that's what we say at our house. And she said, ohhh, we say Caca. Ok, figured that out. We are becoming bi-lingual: Toddler Talk as a second language!

When I got home Keith took me out to dinner. We went to Claim Jumper. Yum! I haven't used my oven all summer cuz the heat leaks out and it's fricking hot enough! So I ordered the Roasted Turkey Dinner and Keith had the Meatloaf Dinner. Yummy!!! I was so stuffed I wasn't sure if I could walk outa there! While I'm wondering if I'm too full to waddle, they bring me a birthday Mocha cheesecake. Super yummy! And huge! It was freaking amazing!!! It even had candles!

So I guess I'm another year older. Oh well, that won't happen again for 364 more days! Ha!

Then the best surprise - I read my sister's blog. She left a birthday message for me on her blog - wow, it is so nice! We're not mushy people, but we know what is in our hearts. Loved the post though and being all pregnant and sentimental, I was moved to tears. My normal ice cold heart of stone has totally turned to steamy mush!

Just to aliviate confusion, I wasn't all giddy and happy over her latest blog post about her memorable weekend, oh my goodness no! Scroll down to Aug 26.

In baby news... I had a doc appt yesterday and another ultrasound tomorrow. I know, I put in way too much time at the doc's office. I did put up a mini-protest about being monitored for an hour at a time, twice a week, for 12 weeks.... so I'm not at the doc as often as they'd like. But, honestly, I don't want to live there if it isn't necessary.

Anyway, Number Four is growing nicely. She's still head down, which is fabulous news! (she just flipped in the right direction not too long ago). I've gained a lot of weight between appointments this time, whooops, too much Claim Jumper maybe? Ah, it was worth it! And.. my doc will be on vacation the entire week I am due. So, some strange dude in scrubs will just waltz in the delivery room and announce "I am the Doctor" and catch the baby. I'm not thrilled at all about that. I'm leary of strange docs, you never know which one is the goober! I might as well give birth at Walmart, or in my college class, or at Claim Jumper.... I am really hoping to go overdue by a few days.

We are still house hunting. My husband didn't get that new job he applied for, which he decided was a blessing in disguise since we have plenty of other things going on. My girls started school and we are getting back into a routine.

Wicked Awesome Date!

Last night my husband and I had a wickedly awesome date! We went to see Wicked! It is being performed in Hollywood at the Pantages Theater until January. We've never seen a play, not a real play. We've seen the Missoula Children's Theater plays as they came through our town and starred our children, and we've seen Shakespeare in the Park plays... but a "real" play... we've been deprived.

It was so amazing! I can't even describe how wonderful it was. Beyond words! Everything about it was spectacular. The dialog, the special effects, the music and voices, the dancing, the costumes and sets, everything! The storyline veered from the book a bit, but it was mostly the same and had the same effect as far as telling the story from the Wicked Witch's point of view. I loved the book, so of course I totally loved the musical performance!!!

The actors were fantastic. One of my husband's dream girls was in the play: Jo Anne Worley. She played Madame Morrible. She must be in her 70s by now. She was a regular on Laugh In (remember that from the late 60s ~ early 70s?) He was thrilled to see her in action and we even saw her after the performance as she came out of the back of the theater. She was right there, up close and real! Hubby was thrilled!


My husband bought tickets for some great seats. They were $100 each, but wow we had great seats. Only people who had better seats were the season ticket holders. And I didn't want the very front row anyway, I'm sure I would get a crick in my neck being that close up. So, the seats were definitely the best! This date was my early birthday gift, and wow what a present!

The Pantages Theater in Hollywood is really beautiful inside. Can't say the same for the streets of Hollywood. It was pretty hot out. But, by the time we got there it was cooling off. Before we went inside the theater we went for a short walk on the stars. That was kind of fun. The "Walk of Fame" is pretty neat to see, but... We had to dodge tourists and freaks, otherwise it was a nice stroll. We looked in the shop windows at bongs and other interesting bizarre things, noted the Hollywood homeless, and it wasn't long before we were both feeling really creeped out.

Before we went to Hollywood we had dinner. It was 102 degrees then. Blech! But of course, we didn't eat dinner on the sidewalk or anything; we ate at On The Border. Yummy Mexican food! Had Tums for desert. I put them in my purse and ate them like popcorn in a movie theater. It was worth the deliciousness though.

In the theater, I had to use the Ladies' Room. I'm 34 weeks pregnant and my bladder is squished and takes a lot of kicks and jabs. So, the Ladies' Room was very important to visit at every given opportunity! My first trip was uneventful. I stood in a long line but it moved along well. There is one restroom in the whole theater for all those people! And it only had 8 stalls. yikes! Good thing there was an attendant in there keeping people moving right along.

Next trip to the Ladies' Room was during intermission. Since we had great seats near the front, that put me at the end of the mile long restroom line. An attendant came up to me and said "Come with me". Crap! I have to go! What'd I do now? Oh no!!! Naw... the attendant took me to a different restroom hidden down another hall and around a corner... the handicapped restroom. Awesome! only three people in line! Score! That was sweet!

The two old ladies with canes and the one young woman on crutches let me go right to the front of that little line. Wasn't that nice! They said "oh, you are pregnant, you better go first!" I gotta say, the people attending the play were some of the nicest I've met! My big belly got me a special pass to use the secret handicap restroom and a front of the line pass to that! Good Baby!!!


Speaking of the belly.... I had a hard time finding something to wear over this huge protuberance. Back in June, I went a little nuts shopping for our vacation and bought plenty of dresses to get me through the summer. Or... so I thought.

So I got out three dresses.... hmm... which one do I wanna wear? Little did I know that the decision wasn't mine to make.

I put on my all black dress, it has a velvet sash and it looks nice. I struggled, but I got it on! No way was I gonna get it zipped and I couldn't sit. After wrestling to get out of it, that dress was eliminated from my choices. Felt like Houdini trying to escape the impossible underwater chained up box, dang thing trapped me!

That's ok, I really kinda decided that I was gonna wear the yellow flowery dress anyway. I like that one, it swishes and sways and its a pretty happy color, sleeveless, very nice. Oh my stars, it's tight! How the helk do you outgrow maternity clothes!!! It's a maternity dress and it has a lot of flair so who would think a person could get too big for that. Even though I had more room in it than the black dress, it was just tight enough on the sides that it wasn't comfy. Rats! I used my newly discovered dress wrestling moves to get out of it and moved on to my last choice.

No, not the white dress. I outgrew it a couple of weeks ago. And no, not the plum colored dress cuz it was laying in a wad in the bottom of the dirty laundry basket.

Me and my belly faced that last dress...I put on the black and white. Size Large maternity. It's gotta fit! I prayed that I could sit, it would go over me smoothly, and I wouldn't have to resort to a crying fit. It went on nice, still flows over my belly, and omg, it felt great! Fabric feels good too!

How sad is that? I didn't get to choose what to wear, it came down to the process of elimination. And the belly had the only vote.

After all the dress wrestling, Ladies' Room visits and waddling over the stars in Hollywood, it was a fantastic date with my husband! We had a great time together in addition to the good meal and wonderful entertainment! My husband even said we should go again and take the teens! I know they would love it!

Nesting or Going Crazy?

Not sure if I qualify as "Nesting" or "Going Crazy". Maybe a bit of both.

I've been washing everything in sight. I took apart all of my strollers and scrubbed them down. They really weren't very dirty either. Do you know how much work that is? There are screws and little gizmos to hook and fasten all over the place!

I also took apart three carseats and scrubbed down all the pieces and parts of those. And the baby swing. Bouncy seats are next.

I bought two double strollers. Couldn't decide between side by side or one behind the other for seating arrangement. Decided to get both! For you stroller enthusiasts.... I got a Peg Perego Aria Twin and a Graco Duo Glider. Both used, I didn't go all out. My fleet of strollers now needs its own garage stall.

I put two coats of primer on the nursery walls. Today, it's going pink! Pretty soon it will be a cute little girl room for the toddler and the baby (actually, the baby's stuff. Baby is sleeping with me!)

I started to clean the garage. Now that's a project that I'll never finish. So, I scrubbed the kitchen down instead. I sort of discovered my limits. I'm just too round to clean the garage.

All this.... and then I decided to go house hunting. Look for a new nest! I've been finding some interesting homes, and some good ones too. Definitely some homes worth considering! I have mostly been looking online, but I did tour three homes and got an agent to help me find something with all the essentials that are important to me.

All of this has just been in the last three days. I can't sleep. My list of things I really want to get done keeps growing in my head, so I have been waddling around doing as much as I can.

Well, I'm off to go throw in some baby laundry and paint that room!

DWP - Driving While Pregnant

You've heard of Preggo-Brain, haven't you? For those of you who haven't... it's very common for pregnant women to get a bad case of the stupids, forgetfulness, lack of memory, can't add, etc. I've got it. Oh, I've got it bad.

Combine preggo-brain with driving and you've got.... Me! A little dangerous, but most people seem to look out for me pretty well and stay out of my way.

I was driving and my friend was in the passenger seat, our toddlers strapped down tight in the back and we were navigating around the streets and parking lots of an awesome shopping area. Look for cars? Shoot, I was trying to spot our next stop!

While I was driving, my friend whips out her iphone and gets online to post a message... here it is...

Mary is gonna KILL me!!! HELLLLLLLP! If I dont make it out alive tell my family I love them!! hahaha juuuust kidding! however preggo brain and driving are not a good mix! LoL Mary Gracie Bella and I are out and about shopping and just had lunch! we will update on our adventures when we get home!!! oh yeah and neer neer I got to rub the belly!!

I didn't kill my friend - not for lack of trying though. Cars should lookout for ME! Not the other way around, sheesh!

Conversation in the van went something like this:

Things I said: What? I stop? I don't? They stop? Oh, forget it, I'll just go. Which way am I going? Did you see that? That guy flipped me off! Oh, whoops, didn't see that one.

Things she said: AAAAAA! EEEEEEE! OMG! MARY!!!

The toddlers had a blast together! OMG they were hilarious!!! It was so fun watching them enjoy being together. We had such a nice day, we're gonna have to do it again! She offered to drive next time. I'm not worried though, I don't think you can actually get a ticket for DWP. You just have to pray a lot and get outa my way!

Hoola Hoop!

This is how I welcomed the third trimester! Bring it on, baby!

How to Pee in a Cup

I put on a nice demonstration of how to leave a urine sample in a tiny little pee cup at my last doc appt. I showed 'em all how it's done! I've got the skill and technique mastered, why not share?

Last Friday, I had my pregnancy checkup but forgot to arrange for a sitter or a sister to watch Princess Gracie. Oh, well, I'll take her with me. It's just a quick little checkup. So, silly me, I took along a 2 yr old to my ob appointment.

First thing you do at these checkups is leave a urine sample. No big deal, they have a nice little restroom between the waiting area and the exam rooms, so I just took the princess in with me. First off, she wanted the sharpie marker. Nooooo..... you do NOT get the sharpie marker! I wrote my name on the cup, which incidentally goes all the way around the cup cuz my name is so darn long and the cup is really small. Then I put the marker way up high on top of the towel dispenser. The next preggo woman is gonna wonder where the marker is. Ooops.

I take that back. First thing you do is shut and lock the door. That, I did.

So, I'm peeing in the little tiny cup, and Miss Gracie chooses that exact moment to figure out how to turn a doorknob and open a door. She did a wonderful job! Her first time opening a closed door all by herself! I can't reach the door from the toilet.... I'm peeing in the little tiny cup.... facing the open door.... people are following the nurse to an exam room and I'm screaming at Princess Gracie, so of course they all look. And more peek around to see what's going on too.

Yes, I put on a show for everyone at the clinic. If there were any people there not knowing how to piddle in the little cup they know now!

Just Call me Pregzilla!

I am Pregzilla! Don't get on my bad side. My hormones are chanting, trying to get me to do bad things. "Throw it, throw it, throw it!" and "Punch her, punch her, punch her!" and worse... "kill, kill, kill!". Yes, I know, that is just wrong and asking for a prison sentence. How would my family survive if I went to prison for some R&R? They can't put new toilet paper on the roll. I better behave and stay home where I am needed. I'm the only one who knows where we keep the spaghettios.

I got the worst haircut on the face of the earth on Wednesday. When I left the salon, Frictastic Sams, my hair was wet and the stylist "scrunched"it to make it cute. Little did I realize she was hiding her bad work.

I know, it was my mistake to go to one of those quick and cheap places. Lexie calls them the fast food of hair salons. She's right.

So, my horrible haircut dried and the "scrunching" lost its effect after a few hours. It does take my hair a few hours to dry on its own because my hair is really really thick. Really thick! The more it dried the worse it got. It looked like this:

So, I screamed and ranted and raved and threw fits. That didn't help at all. Still looked horrible. So, I cried. Again, that had no effect.

My daughter used her flatiron on it to straighten it and take out the "Poof". Now it was worse! And I looked like this: (Not that there's anything wrong with that - typed with a Jerry Seinfeld voice)


My daughter said, "Oh, mom. I don't want to tell you this, but... it's bad. It's really bad." It was uneven, choppy, chunky, and just hacked up in the worst way. I told the stylist that I didn't want any layers above my jawline. Um.... there are chunks cut above the tops of my ears! So I cried around for another day, wondering how on earth I was ever going to go out in public again.

My husband was scared to pieces to say anything. So, he pretended not to notice. I got 6 inches cut off and was now sporting the Emo look. How can he not notice? So, I mopped my floor. Didn't help my hair at all! But, the floor looks nice.

Today I woke up wishing I was a man so I could shave my head and still be cool. Since I was still having serious pregzilla feelings about my hair, I decided to go back to Fricktastic Sams and just let them know how upset I am and that I was well.... upset! Not that that'll fix anything either, but at least they should know. Not that they'd care.

So I did. First time in my life I have ever gone back to a hair salon with a complaint. I took the stylist's card, my receipt and just to top it off, I took the products that I bought for my daughters back too. I'll spend my money elsewhere. So, I took Princess Gracie and off we went.

Pregzilla enters the salon. I went in and the lady said "Can I help you?" And I said, "No, not really" So I told her that I was in the other day and got the worst haircut I've ever had in my life. I'm upset and I want to bring back the products that I bought and never opened because I'm way too mad at them to use their products too. She says "Just a minute". Another stylist comes over. I re-explain. Pregzilla hormones begin chanting. The stylist, er, she-devil who did my hair wasn't there. I begin to cry. Again! Geez. I am sick to death of crying my eyes out uncontrollably!

The stylists agree, it's bad. Very bad. One of them calls the manager and says please come in. The manager shows up, she was at home enjoying her morning off. Me, Pregzilla, ruins her day too. I'm on a roll. She says "oh, this is bad." The manager talks me back into the salon chair promising to smooth out the layers and even it up. She says it won't be fixed, but it'll be even and not as choppy. Ok. So she does her magic while I sit there really tense and nervous. I keep telling her DONT make it worse!

I sat in the chair and got the bib wrapped around me. With the stylists behind me, I could see their expressions when they got a really good look at my hair. They had only seen it from behind the counter. Now that they were getting an up close good look at it, their faces said it all. They looked at each other with that "Oh.My.Gawd!" look. I feel my hormones rage.

The manager had told one of the stylists to call the owner. He comes in. Fresh from his day off too. Pregzilla strikes another one down. He comes and says "Wow. Where did you get this cut? It really is as horrible as they told me it was". Pregzilla wants to kill.

HERE!!!

He wasn't pleased to hear that! The three stylists work on my hair for 2 hours. They blend and trim and style. It finally looks like I won't scare people if I go out in public. They really did a fantastic job of salvaging something out of that nightmare. They gave me products to use. They said I could come in for 5 free haircuts from the manager until my hair looked normal again. She said it'll take several months, but they'll keep it looking tame. I also got a full refund on the products I bought, my haircut and Princess Katie's haircut too. She was with me when I got the hack job.

So, they made up for what the one stylist did. And I'm wondering if the stylist who cut my hair into an Emo mess will still have a job by the end of the day. I saw the expressions on the faces of the stylists today and the owner. They were being kind when they said it was really bad. They said I wasn't over reacting.

I am Pregzilla. Hear me ROAR!!! And don't come near me with scissors!!!

Ice Cream with Olives

Doesn't that sound delicious!!! I must be really full of pregnant hormones. Holy cow. My head says, no, no, no, Mary, no. But I am really wanting ice cream with olives. I'm trying hard to talk myself out of this crazy combination. I don't know how much longer I can resist the urge.

I'm also experiencing a Dr. Jekyl/Ms. Hyde personality lately. Again, I'm blaming the baby. I'm all rainbows and flowers one minute and Momzilla the next, repeat. I can barely stand to be around myself! My poor family.

I did indulge in a Greek salad again yesterday. So far that has been my biggest craving. YUM!!! I might even go get another one today. Yesterday I tried out a new little Greek cafe. It was so cute! The salad was great, but no beets. The prices were the same as Pat & Oscars, so I'll either have to buy some beets for home to add to my salad or drive over to get a Pat & Oscars greek salad. I think this baby is greek. Princess Gracie was nourished on Mexican food during my pregnancy with her. Now she will sit and eat salsa with a spoon, no problemo! Not this child, she is Greek.

I got the worst haircut of my life yesterday. Guess what a really horrible haircut does to a pregnant woman who has way too many hormones? Guess what it does to an overly hormonal pregnant woman who has a family reunion to attend in a month? Are you afraid to guess? I don't blame you. Really, don't guess. I made Satan look like he was all rainbows and flowers. I'm actually thinking I should skip the whole family event, but I'm sure I can't get away with that. There will only be a million photos taken, blown up, framed, hung on walls. I'll be the round one with the nightmare on her head.

The end of September can not come soon enough!!!!

Ah-Choo!

o. m. g. I am sick again! 2008 must be the year of the germ or something.

Last weekend my little bitty princess was sick. She ran a fever for three days and she was nothing but snot. She wouldn't eat, but she did drink plenty of juice. She was sneezing and coughing and stuck to me like glue. She loves me very much and she would get right up in my face and then sneeze. Now how am I gonna dodge those bullets?

She is fine now, but I'm more miserable than I have been in ages. This one hit me hard. I have missed a lot of school this week - which I totally cannot afford to do. I tried to go yesterday but ended up walking out of class and then I just went home.

Today I'm hurling too. Yup. That just adds joy to my stuffy and runny nose, totally congested sinuses, headache, burning eyes, pale, feverish and a sore throat. Being all lovely preggo... I can't take anything that actually works for this congestion. And I can't hear you. I think my ears are full of snot too.

Don't you think pregnant women should get to take double doses of the good drugs? What is this lame "sudafed and tylenol only" bs. And "try half a dose". My ass. I am eating for two why can't I take drugs for two? Makes sense to me!

One of these days, I'm going to write a happy blog post. I'm determined! I will be healthy and happy one day in 2008! And I will mark that day on my calendar, celebrate and write about it in my blog!!!