Alright. So I just attempted to write out an entry. I got through maybe my third full paragraph when I accidentally either hit the backspace button causing the browser to go back or something. The entire entry deleted. Fucking A! I hate when that shit happens. So, here is attempt number two.

Now to try to remember what I previously wrote about. :emo9: I wrote about my doctors appointment that I had yesterday. I had mentioned that everything is going well. As of Wednesday, I will officially be 27 weeks, or in my third trimester. The home stretch! I have also gained one pound. That’s right folks. One pound! You know what that means; Well lets do the math. I lost a total of 37lbs, I gained 1lb the last appointment, and gained another 1lb during at this appointment. I am officially up -35lbs! Yea, I suck. I’ll probably be less or the exact same weight I began with when I have this kid. The doctor told me to continue taking my medication like I have been. I’m down to two doses a day so I’m doing fairly well compared to what I was at. I still am not able to take prenatal vitamins. The doctor was like “You don’t need to be a hero. You’re doing a lot better than you were. If you’re not able to take the vitamins, don’t. They baby is going to take whatever it needs from you, so regardless he’ll get what he needs. If you feel up to it, take them, if not, that’s alright too.” Which made me feel better because I felt bad about not taking them.

Moving on to the next topic: My eviction notice and trip to the state welfare office to get it taken care of. Basically, we went at 8am this morning. Mike decided that it would make life easier if him and Nickolas waited in the car while I went in. Remind you, I had no idea how long this was going to take. It could have been 20 minutes to four hours. I had high hopes because there wasn’t a single person there when I got there. I asked for what I needed, showed them my eviction notice and was told to fill out like three pieces of paperwork for the information they needed. I gave it back to them and they said “You’ll be seen in a few minutes.” Optimistic me, believed them. I sat around for another hour and a half. Just waiting. I watched over 75 people come in, go to the front desk, and be seen before me. I was so freaking mad and irritated. Finally this lady emerges from the back and calls me up; She hands me a piece of paper. Tells me to have my landlord fill it out and fax it back. That’s it! No interview. No sitting down and discussing information in her office. No. She just handed me a piece of paper and sent me on my way. Now, tell me this — Why the fuck did it take over an hour and half for her to get one piece of paper ready for me? Ugh! I’m happy that it did only take an hour and half. Mike said that I was freaking out over nothing because it was fairly quick. Regardless, its bull shit. I want to take a small moment and say this… Sorry for being a raging, pregnant, crazy lady. I don’t know if its the fact that I have been sleeping like absolute crap during the night or my hormones, but I’m just crabby. Everything pisses me off very easily and quickly. I’ve been on the verge of strangling people quickly. As you can tell by the constant ranting and raving and the swearing. :emo16: All I can say is this, be happy you don’t live with me. I was going to write about a lot more earlier — after my entry got deleted and I had to make attempt number two, I forgot everything I was going to write about. Shitty of me, I know. I’ll try to remember and maybe write again later. Adios for now.

Written on Tuesday September 9th, 2008 at 9:34pm || Filed under: Health, Struggles ||