Goodbye Bumper Goodbye Money

One second of stupidity equals large amounts of money. This is what happens when one runs into the covered parking pole in our complex; it totally rips off your bumper and headlight. And life sure is funny. Because just the night before we splurged and bought plane tickets to see my sister in Phoenix, thinking we were doing well with our finances. Funny how things go. If this had happened 12 hours later we wouldn't have gone (but it was totally worth it, the trip was, not the running into the poll part). Needless to say, we will never be parking under there again. The spots are just far too small and I apparently can't check for cars and back up at the same time.

807 A

*Here's a post I started in the summer. An ode of sorts to our apartment at 807 A.

We have lived in the little old apartment complex for the past almost 3 years of our lives. And for the most part it has been good to us.

This is the apartment where Jamo and I will have lived the first 3 years of our marriage, the place where we've gotten to really know each other. Like how Jamo talks constantly in his sleep; or how he will leave the room and turn up the volume on the tv if you are throwing up; the way he is ticklish while awake, but never when he sleeps; the way he claps his hands really fast when he gets excited.

This the apartment that Jameson spent most of his college career in. First going to the community colleg; and then upgrading to a the big boy school, UMSL. It's were he spent countless hour doing homework, while I sat and tried not to bug him in the other room. It was staying up with him while he pulls all nighters at the end of the semesters to try and finish papers and projects. It was sitting at home, pregnant and jealous, while he went abroad to Costa Rica. And it was that realization that all of it was about to end, that the end was in sight. And it's where he graduated.

This apartment is where I longed and longed to have a baby. But waiting, always waiting for the right time. Always knowing that that little baby would be my boy, my baby boy, my sweet baby James. And then it happened, in this apartment. Pregnant. And I waited while he grew. And I loved him as he grew, knowing him, never having met him. And I knew I couldn't bring this little child into this apartment.

This apartment, that was perfect for Jameson and I, was not perfect for the three of us. And so two weeks before my baby was born, we moved to the next town over and settled in this third floor apartment, with a room just for him.

But that silly old apartment was home. It's the place in my heart of the beginning of all things. Young, poor, in school, in love, playing house and loving everything. That was Brookmount 807A.

Dang It, Wrong Size.

Yesterday I went on the hunt for some new jeans. Mine seem to be a bit big for me now, with post baby weight loss. And I have some two sizes smaller, but not any in between. I must have wore those suckers out or something. So I end up at the Walsmart in the valley. And I brought in 6 pairs of jeans to try on. And then I put them in piles of yes, no, and maybe. Then James started crying and I got all distracted. So when I got home yesterday I had 2 pairs of jeans that didn't fit me.

So after having dinner with Jamo at A Better Burger (we got a groupon thing for it, yay!) we headed back out to the valley to exchange them. And I'm pretty sure I didn't get the same pair as I was going to. One of them was the same though. My brain sure does funny things now.

Also, Jamo got some a new shirt. Cause guess what?

JAMESON GOT A NEW JOB!

And isn't that just tremendously exciting? I mean, this is the type of job that could actually be a career or lead to a career. And were not complaining about the raise that's coming with it (stupid student loans). So he'll start that in a week and a half or so. And we're so happy he finally has a new job. As great as his current employer has been for the past 4 years, it will be nice for him to have an adult job where he doesn't have to work in a call center. So hooray for being grown ups!

Also, just a cute picture of my cute baby...

my Blog, my Life, my Blog

So the old blog is lacking lately I think. Partly do to lack of time for myself and lack of new things to say? And mostly there's a part of me that feels like I lost a part of myself, as I'm sure a lot of new mom's do. But I feel like those parts of me that I love are coming back, like blogging. Also things like crafts, and pictures, and books and the wonderful things in life. And so I'm going to try and do things again, to make time to do the things I love. I also think this will involve a lot less TV watching. There just isn't much else I wanted to do though while healing from shoving out a baby and then having an organ permanently removed from my body. But my brain feels sufficiently like mush (along with my post baby, post surgery body). So in an effort to work out my life, my blog shall be more dynamic and hopefully interesting. If nothing else, my brain can remember letters and makes words and form sentences. And it will be amazing.

So posts in the near future will discuss books, crafts, my journey as a mother in ridiculous uncensored detail (are you excited?!), and whatever my heart so desires.

Quick Update on Moving and Such Things

A quick update while I eat my pb&j (mmmmmmm).

So we found out on Wednesday that we have been approved to move into the apartments that we were looking into. And that we can move in on Monday! Needless to say, we're pretty excited.

And so we have begun the packing. It really is a decent way along and going well. And we have to have it all done by 5:30 on Monday evening, when people will show up and help us load all of our stuff into a u-haul, drive it across two cities and lug it up three flights of stairs.

We've also been getting rid of some of our furniture. We either don't have enough room, or would like an upgrade from our craigslisted mess of a house. So the oversized chair is gone. The kitchen table is sold and picked up. The futon is leaving tonight. And the couches have been posted on craigslist for sale.

And along side all this moving madness I find that I am 9 months pregnant. I also find, that I am not quite ready for this kid to come, still a few things we need to do. We still need to tour BJC. We still need to figure out how to install our carseat. We still need to pack the hospital bag. And we still have to pinpoint and stick to a middle name for him.

And lastly, to be noted, they have Mtn Dew Pitch Black out in stores for a limited time. This makes me very happy and makes life kind of worth living.

a Couple of Things I've Forgot

Pregnancy brain is real my friends. And I'm blaming it on all the things that I keep forgetting lately. It's a bit out of control. I really need to start writing things down. But while I may forget the daily things, like what it was I was getting from my bedroom, or what I was supposed to pick up at walmart, or more important things like giving talks, there are something that I just plain forgot pregnant or not. And here are two of them that I remembered... are you excited?

I've forgotten what 6 am feels like (at least on this side of sleep).
I've been up since about 5:00 am after going to bed at the relatively normal hour of 11:30 pm (did you see the part where it said pm?). But when I got to bed that early I tend to not sleep for very long. And then have to take a nap later in the day. Which I'm super excited about by the way. Anyway, so here I am up and can I say that it is a most glorious morning. The temperature is about 58 degrees, it's sunny and there is dew on the grass. I think the word dew is appropriate for it. It's so short lived and small and simple and perfect. It makes everything sparkly and is good and refreshing for bare feet. Also, there are lots of birds out chirping and I'm not even yelling at them for waking me up at 6 in the morning! So today, with waking up on my own, with no time table, with no where to go, I accept 6 am for all it's wondrousness.

I've forgotten what my toenails look like.
This may seem like a silly thing and I suppose it is. But being of the female gender and having a fond devotion to having colors on my toes at all times, I forgot what it was like to have toenails. Like BARE toenails. This whole being pregnant thing is catching up with me hardcore. I haven't painted my toenails in weeks (months?). It's not that I can't reach my toes, I can. It's more of the effort it now takes to reach them for extended periods of times. Talk about uncomfortable, breathless fun. And so my nail polish was all chipped, half way gone and not very polished at all. So yesterday I took it off. And I didn't put on a new coat. So all of yesterday I was completely weirded out when I looked down at my toes. But this morning I came to accept them? But this, by no means, means that I am about to do this naked nail thing for the long term. I mean, they do look completely naked. And thou shalt not show thy nakedness? So as soon as I get up enough energy, I'm going to paint them. I'm thinking going crazy and going red this time.

And end post.

Saturdays at Holly's

They go a little something like this...

Sit at table.

Sit on couch.

Sit outside.

Sit at table.

Sit outside.

But sometimes the sitting outside gets cool...

And Holly finally buys a fire pit...

And we sit by the fire...

And take photos of each other that really shouldn't be put on blogs ;)...

And then we sit around some more...

And try not to get eaten by mosquitoes... luckily they weren't too bad yet...

And we eat copious amounts of smores... sooo good.

Oh, and of course you always pick the wrong spot and smoke fills your eyes and you look amazing while the tears stream down your face and your face gets all red and blotchy.

But pretty much it was an amazing night. I love spring, the beginnings of summer. And I'll love it more when fall hits. Fall is the best time for bonfires. Also, I just ate a smore pop tart and it was delicious.

26 weeks and a crazy life

Life sure is crazy. Jamo has unheard amounts of homework this semester. I feel like I never see him. I mean, I see him, he's just doing homework. I try not to bug him (too much). Sometimes I succeed. And I have a feeling it's going to be this way (or worse) until May 15th comes.

We're on a job hunt. So far, unfortunately, unsuccessful. We're just not sure where to look or really, even what to look for. His major is kind of broad. I'm sure we'll figure it out eventually. In the meantime, we keep looking and praying.

Jamo is dieting though. And he pretty much rocks. For the most part (aside from Chicago) he has kept up with it. Maybe I should have done progress pictures, like I have with my pregnancy :). He's looking better already. I think he's at 19 lbs. lost so far. Yup, he rocks.

And other than that, we're just living. Work, homework, school, eat, getting ready for baby. Fun times. Oh, but the weather was beautiful today. Which is good and bad. The hotter it gets, the more our stupid apartment smells (we have smelly neighbors and it seeps in). But when the weather is like this, we can open up all the windows for beautiful fresh air. I will say though, that I am not ready for summer. I have a fondness for the spring and chilly rainy days.

And because it's been a couple weeks, a photo of me. Here I am at 26 weeks!