Pity Post

Now, when I say "pity post" I don't mean that no one besides Lora has posted since January. I mean pity me and pity me now please, pretty please, whimper and whine, whimper and whine.
I am sitting here at 36 weeks + 1 day pregnant and I am miserable. Up until last week everything was peachy. All of a sudden the child has decided to grow like a weed. My slight pregnant belly that I was secretly proud of has ballooned into a WHOA BABY you are pregnant. Those of you that read my personal blog (blog.wineplease.org) know that not but a few weeks ago I was complaining about not looking pregnant. Well those days are freaking O-V-E-R!

The kid weighs nearly 7 pounds according to the ultrasound and as a result my sciatic nerve is very unhappy. In the morning I am alright, but then after lunch my back is killing me and I can barely walk. That is a joy to add to my absolute phobia of waddling like a big, fat, pregnant lady. Does it help that I was overweight to begin with? Not at all. My belly pokes at farther than my boobs.

If that wasn't enough here is the real pity part. All I wanted in this world today was to come home from work and take a nice almost too warm bath. The water feels great on my back and the water relieves the stress on my back. Could I get the water warm at all. Hell no. So I had to drag myself up and take a lukewarm shower just to finish the bathing portion and get out.
The saving grace of this day is that I had a nice baby shower at work, and my lovely husband is bringing dinner home.
Amen.

Help to Maintain My Sanity

I have some road rage. And some idiot rage. And a scosh of irritation rage. Basically if you are driving like a fool, inconsiderate of other people on the road, act like an idiot on a regular basis (and not just randomly because we all do that), or you are a flat our irritating person (i.e., my brother's wife, the woman at work whose laugh sounds like she just swallowed broken glass, or the girl at work who can't seem to form a complete sentence) you tend to frustrate/irritate me a bit.

Now, I try and let this not get to me. Noting that they are not doing it to me, but are just being themselves and it is me that is allowing them to have control over me by allowing it to irritate me. So, obviously I was listening in my psychology/sociology classes.

But here is the rub. I am pregnant. At least as far as I know. We have a Dr. appt. on September 4th. Hope to hear the heartbeat so I can put my mind at ease. As a pregnant woman, apparently my hormones are doing double duty.

For those of you that have a sweeter disposition than I....any suggestions for how to calm the F* down? I am open to anything. I haven't ever been much of a Yoga person, but will give it a shot if someone swears by it. Any ideas ladies?

Hope your spaghetti was exceptionally yummy last night!
Thanks in advance, and the Austin area thanks you too. And possibly my husband too.

Meatballs and Cat Pee

How about that for a blog post title? Since I live in Texas, and am unable to participate in Spaghetti Wednesdays the least I can do is post an obscure blog about nonsense and such.
Last things first. My 16 year old cat has decided that she is anti litter box and has started to relieve herself on the rug underneath our kitchen table. So much so that I am taking it to be professionally cleaned immediately tomorrow in hopes of saving it. But how to make her stop? No idea.

In nicer thoughts.....I have a recipe for meatballs that is to die for. So, here is the recipe for the sinful meatballs, if you ever choose to add them to your noodles and sauce.
Pre-heat oven to 325.
mix 1 lb. lean ground beef with the following:
1 egg
1.5 packets of dry spaghetti sauce mix
1/2 cup breadcrumbs
pinch of salt
pinch of pepper

mush together, forms balls, put on a flat apparatus and bake in the oven for 25-30 minutes.
Place in sauce and allow all to warm and mix together into a glorious package.

And if, while making this scrumptious addition to your Spaghetti Wednesdays, you can come up with a solution to our cat problem. It would be much appreciated.