so I have this thing...

I really really really don't want those people (and if you read this blog you know who I'm talking about) to see my baby. I want to delete them from my friends list (their kids) so they won't but then I guess they might see her on Shauns profile.

ugh.

I hate having to not like people.

Anyway, I'm back to feeling normal. Well, a little bit better than normal because my house is like 85% clean. Both bathrooms are done, living room is half vacuumed, the floor is empty, the kitchen is almost finished... yeah. it feels good.

I have to blog this story from Friday... So I felt really bad. I had a cold, I threw up... blech. To top it off, I hadn't been feeling karli move as much as she usually does which was a little unnerving. I got a paper from my doctor about counting kicks and it is supposed to be 7 an hour which she was doing more of but not her usual 7 per half second.

Okay, so I was laying on my bed and jake came in all in a fuss because my shirt was above my belly. Nothing freaky going on, I was just in my room alone until that point watching my stomach because I was a little worried... Anyway, as soon as he came in talking she moved a lot and he gave her a kiss and left. Then we were back to hardly anything.

That night, I made my hamburgers and fries which I had wanted all week, and of course comes with root beer like any good dinner. Well, after dinner, she was abck to her wild crazy self and Shaun and I realized... She had root beer! That was all we needed. I know its not caffeinated but its just that good. We don't need additives.

Since then she has been fine so, no worries. She does like root beer a lot though.

My neighbor came over today to help me clean, which I was equally grateful and nervous about. I talk about my mess but having someone see that I don't exxagerate is a different story. She ended up cleaning my bathroom, which meant she saw my room which is awful. My bathroom wasn't very pretty, either. She didn't complain or stare with her jaw dropped, she just cleaned. She said something about having one room done at a time which I tried to copy by doing the kitchen but I had so many piles of clutter I kept getting distracted. It takes all kinds, I guess.

Anyway, my time draws ever closer...trying not to think about the surgery or after effects... I do remember one thing: my old doctor would tell me really scary gross things, like, "Okay, Heather, we're making the incision now..." that would for some reason, probably nerves, gave me the worst mental images so I told him I didn't want to know... but it was always exciting to hear him say "here she comes" and then hearing the baby cry for the first time. Then it was hard to lay there for the 30 minutes after that it took them to stitch me back up. Not like I could move, but I think something is programmed inside for the baby to be the end result, not the beginning. I don't know...I was just always ready to get off the table and go see my new little one.