Ciao, Bella!

So it has been forever since I have written. My momma has been keeping everyone up to date so you all know I am still alive and well.

JD’s mom told me that once he started moving in the womb, he never stopped, even after he was born. Having lived with the man for 3 years, I can attest to that. He is the wiggliest person I have ever met. But he is always up for anything with energy that never seems to run out.

The little girl I am currently carrying seems to have inherited the same lust for life. She kicks against anything that touches my stomach or even comes near my stomach. Right now as a matter of fact, she seems to be investigating the laptop that is touching my belly. She kicks and or hits the doppler-thingy every time the doctor checks her heartbeat. Seriously, I am lucky to get an hour of sleep before she wakes me up trying to "feel" the pillow or the mattress or her dad’s arm through about five layers of tissue. The little nut! Hence the 3 am blogging.

I finally have gotten around to reading a few blogs. I think I may finally be ready to start writing again. I quit a couple (few) months ago, because I felt like I needed to work on actually making friends and having a life here in FL. And I needed a break…to find out who I was in FL…as a SAHP, not a student or a PR person, or a Forest Fire Fighter. I have always been very defined by my activities. When I moved here, I was at a bit of a loss. What do I do??? Add that I was so sick that I didn’t gain any weight until I was 5 1/2 months pregnant, and I became a bit depressed. BUT. I am feeling thousands of times better. Despite the little nut not letting me get any sleep.

I am now officially in my third trimester, and I really don’t want to recount the whole thing. Especially the puking days. But I will say this: When I finally started feeling better, I ate. And at my next doctors appointment, she said, "Wow! 8 pounds! Are you like, out of control eating or something!?" And I said, "No, I didn’t eat anything but ginger snaps and grapes for 5 months. I am hungry!!!!" Out of control eating. Please.

She did concede that I hadn’t gained any weight yet and so 8 pounds in one month wasn’t too bad. Don’t worry, I have since slowed way down. And I don’t have any stretch marks. Woohoo! The kid is going to wiggle and dance right out of the womb.

I may be writing a bit more, now that I am feeling more established and alive.

A couple of moons ago, JD and I packed up all of our belongings and prepared for a move across the country. We hired a moving company to load and drive our stuff, so all we had to do was pack. One of the things we were particular about was our safe. It is an 80 pound key/combination/fireproof monster of a safe. We kept things like car titles, bonds, passports, etc. in it, in case of fire or burglary. We wanted the moving company to take it, but we were not silly enough to leave all of our important documents in the safe. We took everything out, packed it all "safely" away in another good location, where it would remain with us at all times throughout the move.

Thinking very highly of myself for being so prepared for the move, I decided to use the safe as another box for packing. I needed a good place for my spices. Maybe no one else has the same feelings for their spice collection as I do, but they are expensive! And I have TONS. And one bottle of Mexican Vanilla. So I packed all of my little bottles and I filled up the entire safe.

The day we moved in, I was SO happy to have our home back!! As I lay in bed that night, I realized I hadn’t unpacked my spices. I hadn’t even seen the safe. We got out of bed, and sure enough, it was nowhere. Gone!

We went back to bed and I told myself it was a mistake. But now, two months later, after many calls and emails to the moving company, who found another box of ours that was missing, we have no safe. And more importantly, no spices.

Now when I lay in bed at night I dream up this scenario:

Naughty moving person #1: Hey, this is a safe! (Shakes it) And it has stuff in it! Those guys were dumb enough to leave it packed!

Naughty moving person #2: Hey dude, my cousin can cut those hinges on the door open with his welding tools…and then we can pry the door open and steal everything. Then we can use their identities like they show on those TV commercials to buy new rims and stereos for our cars!

In a dirty garage, NMP#1 and #2 stand by while NMP#2’s cousin works on the safe.

NMP#1: I can’t wait to see what kind of stuff is in there…it is going to be awesome!

Door is pried open. A weird brownish liquid leaks out. They all peer into the safe and looks of bewilderment cross their faces.

Cousin: What is that smell…It smells like food. What is all this….just food? Spices? Who puts spices in a safe!? We did all that for some dumb spices. Man, you guys are stupid. I am never welding for you again. Go move some boxes and get the heck outta here.

NMP#1: Hey, maybe my grandma would like some of these…her birthday is coming up.

NMP#2: Or maybe we can sell them on Ebay?

And somewhere, far across the country, a young housewife stands in her kitchen and weeps for her spices. The End.

So look out folks, someone, somewhere has stolen my spices. And they may be out for yours too. And if you are the Grandma that recieved spices for your birthday, would you kindly return them? Thank you.

I haven’t written in a long long long time, and I am not really sure why. I could blame it on the miserable eternal morning sickness, the fact that I have barely cleaned my house for a month, or that I have been busy…but the real issue is that I am lonely! And that kept me from blogging. Sometimes in this postmodern blogger world, interactions with people I don’t really know make me feel more isolated and alone. If any of you have seen the Jim Carey movie The Cable Guy, you may remember the line where Matthew Broderick says, "Everyone gets lonely." And Jim Carey says, "Yeah, but I get REALLY lonely," with this pitiful voice. Basically, I am Cable Guy lonely here.

So this morning, as I was sitting on the couch after reading my scriptures, sort of meditating and praying. I just kind of blurted out, "Please help me not to be lonely. Please help me not to be lonely." And right as I muttered the last ‘lonely’, I heard, "Mew. Meeow." My cat had crawled out from under the bed, where he normally spends 12-15 hours of his day unheard and unseen, and started running straight to me. He jumped up on the couch and meowed a whole conversation. I just started laughing. And crying. Was that a joke? Or was it a serious answer to my prayer? I think it was a serious answer. To not take myself so seriously. And to know that I am not alone.

So, I decided I need to excuse myself from the pity party that has been raging for the last 4 weeks, and try to enjoy life. And I enjoy blogging. I also decided that I do get answers to my prayers.