Hogan Knows Best
Obviously, there's too much crap for me to update about everything. So we'll just go with some of the more memorable events...
On the 9th, I had to help train some new girl at work. Who, since then, has done nothing but fuck up. Dumb bitch. We have the easiest job...how can you screw it up that bad?! *shakes head*
The 10th? Yeah...that's the best day out of the two weeks probably. We went to the hospital for the ultrasound. Maryann took me back and told Clarence she'd come get him after she measured the baby, it'd be about a half hour. Well, we kept talking. So, an hour and a half later...with Daddy going nuts in the waiting room (oops!)...she finally went to get him. I'd told her if it's a girl, he'd need CPR. I could have found out before him but decided it'd be better if we found out together. She procrastinated; zooming in on the baby's head and feet and junk. Then she zoomed in on the privates and instantly I knew. I looked at Clarence, she put an arrow on the screen and said "That's your baby's scrotum." HE WAS SO EXCITED! WE GOT OUR BOY!!! There's only 1 reason part of me hoped it was a girl instead...hopefully my biggest of big fears doesn't happen. I pray to God he continues our blessings. But yes, we're having a son.
Daddy snatched the pictures before I could see them and ran out of the room to go show everyone he'd been talking to in the waiting room. Before he got too far, he popped his head back in and thanked me for carrying his son. LOL. He's so cute...
I was 18 weeks, 1 day at that point and Maryann said that Destin is exactly where he should be in terms of developement & that he looks very healthy.
I went to work a 9 hour shift that night while Clarence went out to Lana's with James to play poker and junk. He came home later than he planned on...but oh well. Shit happens, right? Next...
Christina came to visit me at work that night. That was cool. Definately broke up my night.
Went to see the doctor 2 days later to find out I haven't gained any weight in the last month. WOOHOO! I can "woohoo" about it all I want because he said not to worry about it, it just means I'm losing while Destin is gaining and since he is right where he should be it's all good. *smiles*
The next couple days were pretty much normal. Bonnie and I went out to Southgate one night. Good stuff.
After 2 days off from work, I woke up sick on Friday. Joy of my life. So to the doctor I went...where there wasn't much they could do for me since I'm pregnant outside of giving me a mild dose of medicine and a note for work. Which means my next check will be missing 1/4 of my pay due to missed days. I did nothing but get sicker then ended up going to work last night (against doctor's orders) because my boss was being a whiner and I needed the money anyways.
Blah.
Oh yeah...we got new phones, too. Complete with new phone numbers. Of course the number they gave Clarence just had to be some dope boy's old number. So he is forever having to answer the phone like "No, this isn't Brown Boy. No, I am not selling you drugs." Retards. Oh well. Again, fuck it. Shit happens.
Everything hasn't been perfect. Then again, it never is. But, overall, it hasn't been too bad. I'm pretty happy for the most part. Just extra bitchy sometimes.
K, well, didn't really feel like updating, just thought I should. So that's all for now folks. I'll update soon with the ultrasound pix. Haven't gotten a chance to put them on the computer yet. As soon as I do, you'll see them.
On the 9th, I had to help train some new girl at work. Who, since then, has done nothing but fuck up. Dumb bitch. We have the easiest job...how can you screw it up that bad?! *shakes head*
The 10th? Yeah...that's the best day out of the two weeks probably. We went to the hospital for the ultrasound. Maryann took me back and told Clarence she'd come get him after she measured the baby, it'd be about a half hour. Well, we kept talking. So, an hour and a half later...with Daddy going nuts in the waiting room (oops!)...she finally went to get him. I'd told her if it's a girl, he'd need CPR. I could have found out before him but decided it'd be better if we found out together. She procrastinated; zooming in on the baby's head and feet and junk. Then she zoomed in on the privates and instantly I knew. I looked at Clarence, she put an arrow on the screen and said "That's your baby's scrotum." HE WAS SO EXCITED! WE GOT OUR BOY!!! There's only 1 reason part of me hoped it was a girl instead...hopefully my biggest of big fears doesn't happen. I pray to God he continues our blessings. But yes, we're having a son.
Daddy snatched the pictures before I could see them and ran out of the room to go show everyone he'd been talking to in the waiting room. Before he got too far, he popped his head back in and thanked me for carrying his son. LOL. He's so cute...
I was 18 weeks, 1 day at that point and Maryann said that Destin is exactly where he should be in terms of developement & that he looks very healthy.
I went to work a 9 hour shift that night while Clarence went out to Lana's with James to play poker and junk. He came home later than he planned on...but oh well. Shit happens, right? Next...
Christina came to visit me at work that night. That was cool. Definately broke up my night.
Went to see the doctor 2 days later to find out I haven't gained any weight in the last month. WOOHOO! I can "woohoo" about it all I want because he said not to worry about it, it just means I'm losing while Destin is gaining and since he is right where he should be it's all good. *smiles*
The next couple days were pretty much normal. Bonnie and I went out to Southgate one night. Good stuff.
After 2 days off from work, I woke up sick on Friday. Joy of my life. So to the doctor I went...where there wasn't much they could do for me since I'm pregnant outside of giving me a mild dose of medicine and a note for work. Which means my next check will be missing 1/4 of my pay due to missed days. I did nothing but get sicker then ended up going to work last night (against doctor's orders) because my boss was being a whiner and I needed the money anyways.
Blah.
Oh yeah...we got new phones, too. Complete with new phone numbers. Of course the number they gave Clarence just had to be some dope boy's old number. So he is forever having to answer the phone like "No, this isn't Brown Boy. No, I am not selling you drugs." Retards. Oh well. Again, fuck it. Shit happens.
Everything hasn't been perfect. Then again, it never is. But, overall, it hasn't been too bad. I'm pretty happy for the most part. Just extra bitchy sometimes.
K, well, didn't really feel like updating, just thought I should. So that's all for now folks. I'll update soon with the ultrasound pix. Haven't gotten a chance to put them on the computer yet. As soon as I do, you'll see them.