So last night, Chris, Andy and I are going out to dinner. On the way, Chris gets a call from his sister talking about wedding plans. According to Chris (who I have no reason to doubt), his sister has found us a location and food....and its my understanding that this is at no cost to us. I really wish there was a way to describe what my face looked like when he told me this - I'm sure it was quite comical. I had spent the whole day yesterday trying to look at locations...JUST locations....and the costs were astronomical. How does $7,093 sound? For 50 people? And THAT is with the 30% spring discount. Yeah. Go there.

I turned 29 on Thursday. Once again, the curse of my birthday followed me although I decided to just celebrate it in the open this year and not hide in a cave as I have previous years. I have amazing friends and an even more amazing man who was determined to make it pleasant. This year the drama was family-related....but my mom in all her wonderful-ness still did everything she could to make it a good birthday. I'm not crushed, I just hate that this crap is happening.

On the baby front.... this kid is gonna start showing herself (or himself, but I'm thinking herself is more appropriate) very, very soon. I've packed on weight, and thats not cool, but this morning when I was lying on my back, I saw that bulge. Here comes. Let the fun begin. *sigh*

I started school week before last, and I effing hate it. This was not the best idea. I have no idea what to do about it, though. I'll be job hunting as soon as we close on the house.

Speaking of house, we put a bid in on our house. It. is. AWESOME. I'm really keeping my fingers crossed!!!!!

Thats all I have right now, except for this mysterious bump just in front of my ear that itches and hurts. No clue what thats about.

Anywho... I'll be back again when I have nothing to say. ;)

Post 1. I doubt I will continue to number these.

So. Welcome to my life. I am currently 28. I do not feel the need to tell you that I will be 29 in two days. (dammit. Screwed that up, didn't I?) I am the mother to the absolute most beautiful and spectacular son of all time. Seriously. My kid is so awesome, he could peel your face with his speeding awesomeness. I am quasi-engaged to the most wonderful man ever. (The only quasi- in there is the engagement. We are planning to get married within the next 6 weeks. There is, however, as of yet, no bling. I don't really care about the bling, and would be happy with a plain gold band just saying I'm his...but thats unacceptable to him. Who am I to turn down sparkly stuff?) 

I'm also more-than-quasi-pregnant with said wonderful man's baby. This is something that I have been up and down emotionally about. Babies are wonderful, and I love them. My son is one of the top 3 greatest things that ever happened to me. (Chris the amazing quasi-fiancee and my illness being the other two things. But I will get to those later, possibly in another post.) But this baby was unexpected and popped up during the early part of my relationship. I also have very recently had surgery on my uterus. Like, last season. So, while I have assurances from my doctor I will be able to carry almost all of my 40 weeks before I have to have yet ANOTHER uterine surgery to give birth...I have concerns about being shoved into bed and given an extended time-out somewhere around the middle to the end of the summer. I'm seriously worried about this.

Also on my already crowded plate...we are in the process of attempting to buy a house. (come to think of it, I need to call the realtor today. Thanks for reminding me.) The house we want is a simply GORGEOUS house that apparently had some shiftless idiotic decorating-type people living in it. They completely trashed it on the way out - but no structural damage was done. So, we're going to have to clean up their mess and redecorate. I say redecorate because, well, you'd just have to SEE the paintjobs and tile work to understand. This isn't a want. This is a need. You could have seizures looking at this stuff, and the tilework will literally cut your feet if you walk on it barefoot.

Currently, Mr. Wonderful and I live an hour away from each other. Obviously, once the house is ours and we are enjoying wedded bliss (both of these have to happen first) - we will fix this long-distance problem. 

I also have a whopping case of pregnancy brain. Someone I called it "D.I.P.S." - Ditziness Induced by Pregnancy Syndrome. That is why this blog is entitled 'I misspell my own name.' When I was typing in the information to create this blog, I literally misspelled my name. Fun times. Yesterday, I was at the CVS parking lot to pick up my son. I needed to run inside to check on something. I was sitting and waiting, debating... (it had snowed) and decided to make my  run. D.I.P.S. kicked in, and I left the keys in the ignition. Cranked. Thank GOD nothing happened to my car.

Gotta go. Morning sickness has kicked in, and its time to do the Imagination Movers Brainstorming dance with/for Andy.