I miss being able to cross my legs. Just now while sitting at my desk, I had the nerve to actually try and bring my right leg over the left. The right leg struggled and quickly gave up by falling back down in its place. It was like I had no say in the matter at all… my belly told my right leg NAH UH and my right leg sighed, said okay and fell back down. Pssst crossing legs only leads to varicose veins anyway…

I’m mad that as soon as I start blogging again, my twin decides that she wants to post every full moon. That is so not cute Boog. I still luh you doh.

Yesterday, this white chick at work thought it would be mighty cute of her to come up to me and touch my belly. I almost went Sophia on her (catch the Color Purple reference) when my fists balled up really tight. I could feel my face turning red and my blood pressure rising. I just wanted to say so bad… “get the hell away from me… don’t touch me, you don’t know me…” shit all of the above if I had to. JT said I should just simply say, “don’t touch my belly.” For some reason this seems like the most difficult task. Everytime this has happened to me, I’m thinking nothing but evil thoughts. While I might have initial intentions of saying, “don’t touch my belly,” the statement my come out as “get the fuck away from me,” in some exorcist type voice. And we know that that would just be wrong, so until I learn to deal when my anger… I just won’t be saying anything.

Oh my goodness…

Yesterday (Friday), was a long day… to say the least but…

First a replay of Wednesday:

The doctor appointment was quick and to the point. My doctor got called in for an emergency cesarean section in the morning, so a nurse practitioner substituted for him. She was nice, much better than the other substitute I saw two weeks ago. Good news is that my three hour glucose test came back negative, which means that I do not have gestational diabetes. This was quite a relief for JT and I. As requested, the nurse also checked my ears, nose, throat and breathing. Everything checked out fine there as well. My problems started of as sinus related, but hormones probably contributed to the lack of taste buds and sense of smell she said.

Throughout the appointment, I was mentally and physically drained… and the hot and humid weather only contributed to my agony. So in short, I stayed home the rest of the day. In addition to the heat bothering me, my belly also continued to itch and now even my thighs were itching.

Thursday:

I almost fainted at the bus stop, while waiting in the heat. It is just not good to be pregnant in the summertime in a hot city. Thankfully, as my vision blurred, the bus came down the street and picked me up. As soon as I stepped on to the cooled off bus, relief set in quickly. That was a scary moment though.

I really hate dealing with incompetent and ignorant people. Okay… just thought I would share that.

The weather was really nasty today… I think it reached 95 degrees, but guess what? I forgot my ice water this morning, well actually I ran out of time to prepare it. I sweated up a storm at the bus stop this morning. I’ll be sure to hook it on up on Thursday. Tomorrow is a doctor appointment.

I think the previous tenants of my home used to do some shady shit up in here because I get random men running up to the door, ringing the doorbell five times, then running their asses back to the car. Sometimes I really can’t stand my own people y’all. I’m tired of getting their damn mail and their damn visitors. I hope this doesn’t carry on for long.

And oh yeah… this morning, I found yet another damn candy wrapper in my yard *mental note*

Today at work, I was moving around a lot better than yesterday when I stayed home. My back is not hurting like it was after the fall. Now I’m just dealing with my normal pregnancy aches on top of the respiratory problems I’ve been having for two and half weeks now. My tastebuds are are at roughly 70% and my sense of smell is at about 60%. Last week, I couldn’t taste anything except for really sweet and sour foods and I couldn’t smell shit… no literally I couldn’t smell shit. Don’t laugh :shh:

Let’s see other than that, my belly is itching nonstop. I practically have my Palmer’s Cocoa Butter Formula attached at my hip, but it only temporarily eases my suffering. And the bad thing is I know that I’m developing stretch marks at the bottom of my belly. These are the first stretch marks on my belly during the entire pregnancy. I think the twins are going through their last major growth spurt and that has caused the sudden drastic itching.

Welp… so yesterday not long after writing Sunday’s journal entry, I was talking to my best friend on the phone, giving her directions to my new place. She kept making a left instead of a right, so I told her that I would come out to the corner and wave her on in. I put the phone on hold, so I could go downstairs and grab the cordless phone.

I turn to the left… and the next thing I know, I’m falling down hard. I tripped on my keyboard and mouse cord that is dangling from my desk. Luckily, I caught myself with my hands and knees, but my knees took a beating. I fell on carpet, so nothing got scratched. I sat there for a moment to shake it off… Since I’ve been pregnant, I’m hardly ever low on the ground because it is extremely difficult to get back up. Well, I was stuck in that situation. I managed to get up somehow and work my way downstairs to the cordless phone. The first thing that I told Tiffany was, “I fell down!” Meanwhile, I was holding back the tears… I ended up not crying at all, but I was thankful I didn’t fall on my belly :scared:

Later on, after sitting down for a while, I noticed that my back was aching terribly. I was pretty active yesterday with unpacking (nothing heavy of course), so this may have contributed to the back ache. I decided to stay home today and rest instead of being in pain at work all day. I took a nice long nap in the afternoon, about four hours… which helped a great deal.

Everyday, someone in a truck drops off about eleventeen heathens next door. What the hell is going on next door, some kind of indoor summer camp? Either that or they must all be cousins who really enjoy each other’s companies :eh: I’ve labeled them as heathens because I’m tired of them eating their damn candy in the front yard and having candy wrappers every where. Who is the damn MOD over there? I need to find out. If it keeps up, I plan to say a word or two to the children. I’ll be nice… at first. I’ll even politely ask them to pick up after themselves or just not eat the candy in the front yards in the first place. They must be taking it easy inside today instead of running amok outside. I haven’t seen them outside all day. I wonder if these heathens were the same ones who were popping fire works from dusk to dawn on July 4, 5 and 6. :roll:

I’m supposed to be getting my hair braided today… I’m still waiting on the status of that. You know, I haven’t had my hair relaxed since November 2003 and you can really tell by looking at my hair. My hair isn’t nappy, but it is very thick. I stopped going to the hairdresser four weeks ago. The reasons why include: as a pregnant woman, my tolerance for waiting to be seen had decreased… I feel that if my appointment is at 9am, I better be seen at 9am (although it just doesn’t quite work like that in 99.97% of black hair salons) and my hair is so thick now that if I get it washed, blow dried and curled with the iron, within one hour after walking into the Saint Louis humidity, my curls start to fall.

The most recent time that I got my hair done really sucked because it was actually looking good for a couple of days then BAM it rained in the middle of the week. I didn’t get wet :relieved:, but the humidity frizzled my hair up like I was from the Mother Country. I was heated. :rant:

Early this morning I went over to take yet another glucose test. This test is for gestational diabetes. I messed up the first one hour test because I didn’t get back to the lab in time (by the one hour) to draw blood. I took that over last Tuesday, had a doctor appointment last Thursday and found out that my glucose level was elevated.

So, this led me to yet another glucose test, but this time a three hour one. :frown: Yup a three hour test, which consisted of: drinking 100 grams of glucose (I chose the orange one which tastes like Orange Vess and they were out of the Cola flavored) and drawing a vile of blood four times; once at the beginning and each other time was hourly. My arms look like a heroine fiend… naw lol it’s not that bad, but my left arm is kind of bruised from the three times being poked at. The technician was only able to get one draw out of my right arm… my veins are so tiny. On the bright side of things, I had two Bugs Bunny and one Daffy Duck band aid. The other band aid was plain :down:

My next appointment is on Wednesday and to be honest, I hope to never see the lab again, at least not anytime soon. I’ve gotten too aquainted with the techs since I have seen them so much as of late. I hope the test turns out well, but I know if I do have gestational diabetes, I know for sure that I will have to really monitor what I eat. Does that mean no Country Time Lemonade for me? :sick:

Tomorrow, my thirtieth week of pregnancy begins. The twins have been very active in the past few days. They used to only be overly active after I ate, now they kick all throughout the day, no matter if I have recently eaten or not. The other day, my friend asked me at work how it felt to experience the babies kicking. I have to admit that that feeling is something that is nearly impossible to describe to someone that has never felt it.

One of the most difficult parts of my pregnancy has been the change in hormones. My hormone change is in a sense, just taking how I was before and multiplying it by twenty and some days more than that. I’m not a completely different person, it’s just me times twenty. And I must be a handful because sometimes I get on my own nerves. I have noted the following hormone related symptoms. Yes, I have diagnosed myself:

Patience level is on the negative side about 98.93 % of the time. I would have to list this as number one because it effects work and home. I hang up on customers when they hit that spot, I give people that look (more frequently) at work when they are annoying me, and I am quick to snap in several other situations. I get annoyed with phone calls easily… unless I made the call or unless the person on the other end has something to really talk about and not that casual conversation garbage, my patience will drindle on down quickly.

Sensitivity level is sky high… all of my close friends already know that I am an extremely emotional and sensitive person. I pretty much wear my feelings. Just when I thought that couldn’t get any worse, well ladies and gentlemen it has. I cry and I get mad more frequently than ever. I don’t hold many comments to myself, but now I say almost whatever is on my mind with the quickness. This gets me in trouble sometimes.

The nerve of this bus driver to try and get buck with me this morning…

I take two buses to and from work. I don’t even live far from work but because of the crazy ass bus routes downtown, I’m forced to take two buses. Thankfully, my job pays for the $50 monthly bus passes. Anyway… yesterday and Monday, the weather was extremely hot. Being seven months pregnant only makes the heat worse for me.

I make sure I have my big styrofoam cup of ice water to get me by… drinking water and staying hydrated is about the only thing that keeps me from breaking out in a horrific sweat. I had my styrofoam cup loaded with ice water and I joyfully sipped on it while waiting on the first bus. Got on the bus… went through construction hell downtown, dazed out… I have a bad habit of dazing out sometimes. I look up and the bus driver gets off the bus, this throws me off completely. Sometimes when bus drivers are ahead of their timed schedules they take little breaks. I look up again, dude behind me gets off, then I look around and I’m like hey this is my stop!! I jumped up, but not too fast… lol and got off the bus.

I walked a block down to the second bus stop and realized that I left my cup on the bus!! I was just too crushed, little stuff like that messes my whole morning up. So back to ole girl trying to get buck… This morning as I was about to get off the first bus, she gonna say “You know you left your cup on the bus yesterday?!…” I immediately start apologizing… then she interrupts, “You had it spilt all over my seats!!.”

Ladies and gents, note that she said spilt, not spilled.

I decided that I wasn’t going to keep apologizing and I left it by saying, “Yeah I realized I left it after I got of the bus yesterday.”

She had to come all at me like she was my mama LOL and all that wasn’t necessary so I felt one apology was enough for her stank ass.

I got this itch, in more ways than one.

First of all I’ve been itching to come back to blogging for a long while now.

Lots of stuff is going on these days. Wow that is a major understatement.

Most of you know that JT and I are expecting twins. Boy and a Girl. William Nathaniel and Keisha Nicole. This is currently my twenty ninth week of pregnancy. Second itch… my belly feels like it will never stop itching. Does that mean the babies are on their way? LOL it could be a sign. S asked N at work if this happened to her during her two pregnancies and she said yes… hmm lemme break out the cocoa butter before I go insane. The babies have been kicking like crazy, meanwhile mommy has been dealing with some type of respiratory problem. This was triggered by the dust in our old apartment then I had an allergic reaction to the paint fumes in our new home. Oh joy.

JT and I moved about a week and a half ago. It feels good to have our first home together. It feels really good. Central Air is really underrated. I will never go back to window air again. Never. Never. Never. Boxes are still everywhere but I’m cool because at least we’ll be welcoming our babies into are new home when they arrive. I am truly thankful for that.

My doctor appointments are getting closer and closer and the clock ticks on by. The actual due date is September 26, which is the fortieth week. Now all of us intelligent folk know that twins rarely go full term, nor do we want them going full term unless you want dear old mom to be carried in a wheelbarrow everywhere she goes. So, everyone including my OB/GYN say that the babies will come early. When? We don’t know. I sit and wait patiently. I have an intuitive guess that they will be born on Saturday, August 15… We’ll see.

Lemme go start cooking this taco meat, so we can have taco salad tonight.