Thursday, May 17, 2007

Umm, so I have some news...

I'm a thief. A copycat. A follower. I started this blog in imitation of my good friends Jeff and Jodi, who are expecting a bouncing baby boy. They seemed all cool with their regular posts and updates. I wanted to be like that. I'm failing miserably. No matter, I have my reasons, and you can't have them.

So, I'm back in the working world, kickin' it with the growed-ups. I finish my training this week and start the actual job next Monday. I'm slightly nervous only because I keep reverting to old adjuster habits. It'll be day by day, but thankfully I am surrounded by really great people who actually want to see me succeed. So that's pretty cool.

Other pretty cool things: My Katie loves her new "school". She has a best friend, Audrey, and a boyfriend, Colin. *shakes head* She's three. This is a sign of things to come, I know it. I must find a very large stick.

I'm back in school. I'm taking Survey of World Literature, which sounds high-falutin'. It's okay. So far, I like the selections we're reading. I do realize, however, how much I DON'T miss writing essays. Yargh.

It seems like all my friends are having baby boys. Jeff and Jodi, Troy and Mayra... I don't know about Trish yet, she's a few weeks behind me.

Yeah, y'all read that right. I'm pregnant. 15 1/2 weeks today, as a matter of fact. Jeremy and I wanted to wait until the second trimester to really tell the world. I know some of you have known for a little while. I can't keep my mouth entirely shut, you know. My next appointment is on 6/8 and is the triple-screen test for ucky stuff. After that, 4 weeks after that, to be anally precise, is the "Is it a boy or a girl?" ultrasound. I'll post as soon as I know.

I won't go into the drama that has already surrounded this pregnancy. Let's just say I've been to the hospital three times already, but the baby is doing fine.

(Here's the part where the blog comes full-circle.)
So, as soon as I can, I'll post the most recent "picture" of my Dimple-baby, so you all can see the amorphous blob I call child. And I'll keep blogging about the fun pregnant things noone gives a rat's ass about, like my current affinity for microwave burritos and pickles. (Not together; I'm not that far gone!) Oh, and I'll gripe about random aches, pains, fluids, and bizarre pregnancy dreams. Like the one where Spencer (my cat) told me, in a Barry White voice, to check the water heater. Good times.

I know I'm ripping off the wonder that is Jeff and Jodi's baby blog. Didn't someone once say that imitation is the sincerest form of flattery?

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