Work Life...

So work has been a big distraction in my life. I work in life insurance and year end is always super crazy as people are trying to meet goals and make the big bucks. I recently switched teams and couldn't be happier about it. After almost 3 years I even got a new cube. I use to sit next to an older women who is married but has never had any children, she is pretty full of herself. She will talk over you, interrupt you even if she is not a part of the conversation. So needless to say there was not much talking from this girl. My new cube has way more action and I have gotten to know other people a lot better... however it does make me feel lucky. There are several people who are having some marriage issues. The one common theme seems to be cheating...which I find crazy! My opinion on this is that if you are going to cheat why are you even with that person? and to be cheated on there is the door nice knowing you. Anyway, there is one girl who got married less then a month before me and she has had some major misfortune this year due to an extended medical leave to now after just a year of marriage a divorce in her future. I feel so horrible because she is a really wonderful person, full energy and loves life. This got me thinking about how when she use to talk about the love she had for her significant other and how she was head over heels in love with him to the point of disgusting I was slightly jealous. I had been with Joe for 3-4 years and these feelings were long gone... LOL. We were to the real stuff, where you know some one in and out. You know what buttons to push if you want to be annoying and what things to do to show him you love and respect him. This I think makes me truly lucky because I don't have to worry about being alone and starting over at 26. I have heard from a few people that their jealous of my life. I guess to be married, with a house, a dog and pregnant at 26 is every American women dream. Who would have known. Well enough distractions for one day back to my 1960's TV and futon.

defeated; adjective

Definition: beaten
Synonyms: conquered, crushed, overcome

A week later these are the words I would use to describe how I am feeling. Which I find strange as I am tipically a glass half full kind of person. I avoid feeling like this in every aspect of my life but I just can't seem to shake it. We are also a better busy family going here and visiting there but now it feels like we are moving in slow motion.

The dog is dead she spends all her time while were home sleeping on the end of the futon, Joe spends hours on his game and self medicating and I have decided going to bed early is the only thing I can do at this point. However I am up about 3 to 4 times and up even earlier then when I go to work, which normally would be fine but I just find myself over come with sadness and defeat. I am thing this shall pass to and continue just pushing forward. Doing our laundry, cleaning up our room and going through my boxes of junk I have not yet located at our new home.

This kept me busy for a few hours finding a random letter from an ex-boyfriend to the 50 beanie babies I own. The kids thought they won the lottery as they each found a baby to make them happy! We also watched 'How to train a dragon' which was a super cute movie... Kurb brought it over, the disclaimer was it hopefully will not be sad and scary as 'Where the wild things are.' We then had some pizza for dinner and wrapped up the night. Tomorrow is Monday and hopefully we will get our mail that includes my on=line purchase from HELL and the debt cards to lay these arguments to rest... if not Joe might have another mini-meltdown which then ends with me crying... good gravy this pregnancy is going to be the death of me.

Here to the chrio appointment I will hopefully be having tomorrow! Heidi

Life since my last post

Life has been seriously crazy since my last post along with a increasingly massive belly. I am almost 26 weeks and it is hard to believe time has gone by this fast. Joe has the bath room almost complete and getting excited to have that back, I have also painted the baby room juicy cantaloupe which is so not the same as the brick red but it works for the little one. Morgan is still the fabulous black lab that I absolutely adore and the GP are loving life in there cage. However there have been some slight misfortunes that we are working through. Last Saturday Nov 20 at about 7:30 p.m. we had to call 911 as our house was on FIRE!!!! It was a typical Saturday, I spent all day cleaning up what I call the stuffed animal war zone and neaten up the house. Joe drove out to his dad's for fire wood and such. He got home early evening just in time to start a fire in our wood burning fire place and I was curled up on the couch reading Husband coached-child birth. We ordered Jet's Pizza and drove over to pick it up Morgan came along as she loves car rides. We ate and just relaxing. My phone rang as it was my brother John asking questions about life insurance exams. We were talking and a breaker blew and thinking nothing of it I yell down the stairs to Joe and turned off a couple lights. He tried filling it a few time with no success. Up he can, I was still on the phone as we were looking in the living room the sconce around the light above the fire place was glowing and melting. I yelled at Joe to get the fire extinguisher out of the front closet. At this point I was getting off the phone with my brother. Joe popped a hole in the sconce shooting some stuff up there. When then ran out side to figure out what was going on. Tons of black smoke was pouring out of our roof. We ran back in and Joe popped up into the attic and use up the rest of the extinguisher. He comes down and I am asking him if it is out or if I should be calling 911. He advises me to call, I advise the young lady on the line our situation and she asked if have exited our home and I said well not yet... at this point not a single smoke detector is going off and there is not a drop of smoke in the house. I tell Joe we need to get in the car. I grab my purse, lap top and charger, car keys and the garage door opener. Joe grab our jackets and out the door we go. Joe, Morgan and myself... leaving behind the G pigs. The fire fighters show up about 5 minutes after the call and shortly later the flames are coming out of our roof. However, the fire fighters did save the G- pigs... poor babies. After what seemed like for ever and every neighbor has come out on this freezing night the fire is out. Just shortly before the freezing rain shows up. My family was nothing but supportive when My brother called everyone and advised them to drive to my house for support... even my Grandparents showed up to watch the horror. Our poor house... first a foreclosed nightmare to a charred mess. It was so said to watch our past year of hard be destroyed, right before the holidays and shortly before we have our first kid. There are many reasons we are lucky even though our current residence is my parent basement but the most is to have such loving families and friends. Hoping for a quick 60-90 days!!