my mornings will never be the same.

before tootie was born, i was usually at my desk by 8:00 a.m. every day. since tootie has been born? i'm lucky to leave the house by 8:00 a.m. thankfully i live about five miles from work, and my drive is about 10 minutes.

i feel like every morning SOMETHING happens to make me late. most recently there have been two days where the garage door wouldn't close. the sensor had gotten knocked off, and i struggled to re-position it correctly so that it'd allow the door to close. annoying.

this morning, while i was feeding tootie, she was awfully squirmy, and i realized she was pooping. then the smell overwhelmed me, so i stopped the feeding to change her diaper. i picked her up to burp her, and she spit up all over me - in my hair and on my shirt (thankfully i was still in my pajamas). she also spit up all over her shirt (a onesie, actually) and her pants (usually she just ruins a shirt with spit-up... not the pants, too). so i changed her diaper and changed her clothes and finished feeding.

after feeding, we went upstairs, and i pointed out to carl that tootie was not in the outfit he had dressed her in earlier :) then carl took her to daycare so i could get ready. i hopped in the shower to find no hot water! i don't even take really hot showers in the first place. i had the cold knob completely off, and the water was barely warm.

no more long, hot showers for carl in the morning. or, our water heater might actually be going out. we'll see what happens tomorrow...

Creepy.

I MISS HER! Part 1,293,492.

i spend most of my days at work missing tootie. today i told carl i may leave a few minutes early and head home to start cooking dinner.

carl: 1 hour and 20 min
me: for what?
carl: home. you. tootie. duh.
me: i see.... do you miss her?
carl: Yes.
me: ME TOO.
carl: do you?
me: um.... i just said ME TOO.
carl: hmm.... i said something back on my phone, but it didn't come through. i said, "how much?"
me: A BUNCH.... A BAZILLION BUNCHES.
carl: yeah. that's a lot.
me: I MISS HER. I CANT HEEEEEEEEEEEEEEELP IT. she needs more clothes.

IS THIS CHEATING?!

i just told carl how a co-worker was here and gave me a hug and kiss on the cheek and said he's SOOOOOO glad i'm back.

carl's response?

A kiss? He's dead.

"on the cheek!" i said.

carl said, "i'm kidding. yeah he asked about you while you were gone. i saw him once while i was here."

phew.

the phone guy.

i got a new computer at work upon my return from maternity leave. i told carl the IT guy was coming to take my computer.

he said, "at least its not that phone guy."

"ha!" i said. "what would you do if it was?"

carl said he'd come down here with our baby.

note: i have had a crush on the phone guy.

exciting story of the day.

i frequently get candy from a co-worker :) today i even brought an extra piece back to my desk just for carl. i called him. here is how the conversation went:

he answered his phone, "this is carl."

i said, "do you want a kit kat?"

he said, "sure."

i said, "okay come get it."

he hung up.

i hung up.

he came in here and said that when he got off the phone, GAC said, "oh what happened?"

um.

1. not your business.
2. his pregnant fiance has candy.
3. its not like carl said anything super dramatic to indicate anything had "happened".

myob.

fruity drink for carl.

Where is the rest of my mint??

round up or down?

background information: i am 8 months pregnant and have a large belly, and i haven't seen my feet in weeks.

carl and i were just discussing whether or not .5 rounds up or rounds down. carl said it rounds up; i said it does neither: .5 is .5.

to me, .55 would round up. but .5 is just simply half.

carl disagreed, so we asked mr. t to weigh in. he agreed with carl, unfortunately. the discussion then turned to them teasing me about whether or not i know basic math. i told them that basic math is below me and bragged about all the math/physics courses i took in college.

mr. t asked what i did with all that knowledge.

carl asked, "so if basic math is below you, can you see it?" while looking at my belly.

Another delicious ice cream cake!

carl's rip.

carl bent over at work this morning and ripped his pants. we went home for lunch so he could change. he took the pants off and said "its not that bad!"

um. compared to what? that's a pretty big rip to have in the butt of your pants, sir.

maybe he needs pregnancy pants, too?

DQ ice cream cake road trip.

rules about crossing the street.

i work on a campus that has a few crosswalks with flashing stop signs, and drivers know they need to stop for pedestrians. therefore, i despise people who do not cross at the crosswalks. it doesn't bother me so much if there is no traffic, and they run across the street. however, people often walk slowly across a busy street, and it drives me crazy.

yesterday carl and i went for a walk because it was actually warm here. we were leaving our cul-de-sac and had to cross a main road. typically i just wait for traffic to clear, and then i walk. carl decided to push the button (i'm not sure what to call it, but the button you press when you want to cross the street, so then the light changes). well traffic cleared before the light changed, and carl began to cross the street.

NO! if you press the button, you can't cross until the light changes!

he did not understand this at all. he said my "rules" don't make sense. "you have to cross at intersections, but you'll go even if the light is red?" yes.

"but if i push the button, we have to wait for the light to turn green?" yes.

no spoons.

today while carl and i were waiting to pick up my sister and her husband from the st. patrick's day parade, we stopped at quiktrip to buy ice cream and drinks. carl couldn't find a spoon for his orange sherbet. so, he used a small plastic cup instead. it didn't work very well, so we had to run home and get him a large spoon.

daily pregnancy brain.

my car keys have a clip on them. i keep them clipped onto my purse most of the time. i just walked into my office, set my purse down, and tried to clip my keys onto my water bottle. it doesn't work like that.

the most magical thing.

today i spent my lunch break lying on the couch feeling the baby move. i have been completely creeped out at the thought of feeling something - a person - moving around inside me. recently i have thought i'm feeling the baby move inside - it feels like a flutter - slightly different than bloat or gas or indigestion or all the other lovely things i feel in my stomach lately.

but today as i laid there holding my stomach, i could feel jumping or movement from the outside. it was amazing. the baby was active for about a minute and then seemed to rest - or go deeper into my stomach to where i couldn't feel it :)

i'm not myself. i have a belly.

this morning i went into mr. t's office to ask a question about my boss. mr. t interrupted me and was super excited, "you're showing! this is real now," he said.

"um," i said. "this is old news. i've had this belly for a few days now."

a few minutes later i went back into his office. he held his belly, stood in a waddling stance, and began speaking in a girly voice, "i'm not myself. i have a belly. i'm pregnant." mocking me.

i have told him a few times how i no longer feel normal because i'm pregnant. and i don't have the stamina that i used to have when running or lifting weights.

for the record, he has now done this mocking belly activity three more times since then.

missing trash cans.

carl and i go home for lunch. today, as we were pulling into our cul-de-sac, i noticed our trash cans weren't out there anymore. i've had major pregnancy brain lately, so immediately my mind went to, "OMG DID WE FORGET TO PUT THE TRASH CANS OUT?! or did someone steal them? did i imagine asking carl to take the trash out this morning when we got home from the gym?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!"

we pulled into the garage, and there they were. crap.

"nope. the garage smells like smoke. your dad has been here," carl said. sure enough, he had been by to work on our bathroom and decided to be nice and put the trash cans back inside. 

however, they hadn't taken the recyclables yet. they take the trash in the morning, and the recyclables around 1 or 2 p.m. so carl put it back outside.

lesson learned.

i am not allowed to call carl "peach". lesson learned.

i just asked him to do a favor for me at work. he came in to pick up the item from me, and i said "thanks, you're a peach."

he said, "um. no. i'm not doing it if you call me that."

so, i apologized. he just got back to his desk and sent me a message, "its done".

i thought i'd try a different term of endearment: "thanks, man". i fully expected a "that's much better. thank you."

boy, was i wrong. i got a, "excuse me, what?"

well. i got in trouble for PEACH. so i tried MAN. "hmmmm...." he said.

snow storm photos!

The backyard.

The backyard.

The backyard.

The front door.

Driveway/house across the street.

valentine's cake!

to celebrate my favorite holiday!

the blind.

at lunch the other day, someone was talking about office space, and how we'd like to take over the whole building. he mentioned that the space is currently being rented by a nonprofit supporting blind people, and we could possibly overtake the space when their lease is up. but he wondered if its bad to take office space from the blind.

carl's response? "well they wouldn't see it coming."

OMG.

tubbaware.

the other day i was chatting with carl online, and he referred to a plastic bowl as "tubbaware". later i asked for clarification - if he was just joking by adding the Bs. he said, no. he was just joking changing the "er" to "a". i asked if he knew that its really called "tupperware", and he did not :) he thought it was tubberware.

we told this story to kaka, and she agreed it was hilarious.

well, a few months ago, kaka broke a glass pitcher. technically she didn't break it - it just shattered. very scary. she ordered a new plastic one, and it arrived today. turtle said very loudly, "IS THAT TUBBAWARE????!?!?!?!?"

no. its not.

i need to go check the.... trash can?

the toilet in our main bathroom runs sometimes. last night, carl and i were watching tv. he came back from the bathroom and then realized the toilet might still be running.

"crap," he said. "i need to go check the trash can."

i giggled. a lot.

i imagine this is what cardboard tastes like.

yesterday at work, i needed a snack. i like to try new things from the vending machine and noticed some things called "pop chips" maybe? i ate one and thought they were awful and tasted like cardboard. i gave one to carl, and he agreed.

just now, i needed a snack again, so we went to the vending machine, and i was craving those damn things!
we went in to mr. t's office and asked if he wanted to know what cardboard tastes like. he tried one and made a face.

"why are you eating this?" he asked.

i shrugged.

"is this part of your craving????" he asked.

i told him it is.

"what the hell?!?!" he took it out of his mouth and threw it away.

i went back to my office.

"really?" i heard him say. i looked over, and he was just making a face. i smiled.

baby carrot?

i don't think this is a baby carrot....

socks.

this morning when carl and i were walking into work, he realized he had a sock in his jeans. like right behind his left knee.

it cracks me up especially because he likes to take his socks off and leave them around the house, and it pisses me off.

this doesn't seem safe.

this is the view out our front door.

future high maintenance roommate.