A Quiet Day Off

Monday's are my day off where most of the world is busy at work. This means the pool will most likely be empty, the outside air is quiet, and I am free to clean and enjoy as I wish. Today, I should probably do the dishes, maybe some laundry, and some definite vacuuming is on the list as well. I will prob go enjoy myself at the pool first and then take care of all the fun cleaning! I also have a doctor's appt. at 2:30 and I think a Brownie Batter Blizzard is on the schedule as well. When Scott and I were at the ultra sound on Saturday, we got to see the heartbeat which was very cool. It's crazy how something like that can be in my tummy. It's very cool and satisfying to see the heart beat. Next Saturday I'll be on a plane to Washington to see the fam, and it'll be odd to be back in Washington after so long but I'm sure it'll be fun. Scott will be busy with painting the nursery a nice green color that we picked out, and I hope it all goes smoothly. The one negative thing about Monday is that the next day I have to go back to work but for some reason I feel okay with having to go back to work tomorrow. In a short week I'll be an assistant, and won't have to be training the new Hygiene Assistant. It's not that I don't like training but it is very diffucult for me to train someone who doesn't pick up on things as quickly as most people do. I also feel like this employee is lying to me alot and as soon as I'm not there to train her any longer, she'll just stoop back to her old ways... Oh well I guess she'll being digging her own grave and the only thing I have any control over is my work ethic. Hopefully everything this week goes over smoothly!

It's a Girl!

Yesterday, we went to an ultra sound, and I was on the verge of an emotional breakdown... All I could think of was negative things... What is there is no heart beat, what if we can see what the gender is, what if this guy is wrong? Well, God made me feel silly when everything went great. Scott and I had so much fun, and although Scott was hesitate at first about spending the money, he had a lot of fun. I told the Ultrasound Tech to warn me before he's going to tell me what the gender is so I can prepare myself a little. I thought it was a girl but I couldn't guarantee that. So, than the ultra sound tech says, "Okay, I know what it is, and I've seen IT a couple of times." All I could think was IT??? What do you mean IT? It must be a boy, if he's saying IT. Than he pointed out the signs of it being a GIRL! Scott was surprised and very happy, and I was still surprised and thrilled! She is a big kicker. To watch her on the ultra sound kicking and kicking was pretty funny, and to see her very large feet which are shown above was funny to see. Every time I get an ultra sound the fact that I'm carrying a child becomes more real. We decided on the name Samantha Rose Campbell, and yes we are going to stick to it!

Nightmare

Last night I was sound asleep in my bed, and than at midnight I wake up screaming bloody murder to an awful noise that sounds like guns shooting off and I finally open my eyes and to my surprise I have an Olive garden bag to my right, George (my cat) on my right, and Scott's very large scared eyes staring at me asking, "Are you okay?" George had gotten up on the counter tops (big no no) gotten his head stuck IN the Olive Garden brown paper bag, apparently got freaked out and some how ran into our bedroom onto our bed out of panic and scratched Scott's leg up on the way there. I did not think this situation was very funny till about 10 o'clock this morning. After the terryfying awakening it started to rain and lightening... I still couldn't quite comprehend the whole situation last night either. I felt like I had been attacked, and I guess my feelings were really hurt about the whole situation because I started to cry after everything thinking that something awful had just happened to me? I don't think my heart has ever beat that fast, even when I played soccer in the hott summers. Why is is that when something like this happens you're feelings get hurt? Or maybe it's just me? I don't even know what I was thinking last night? There was some odd thought stuck in my head that I had no only just been insulted but by a feline? Maybe it's the pregnancy hormones? I didn't see the humor in this story til I told my co-workers, and they thought it was hilarious and than slowly I started to realize how funny it actually was. I mean think about it, a cat had gotten stuck in a paper bag... than some how found his way to my room and my bed, scratched my husbands leg, and ripped the bag in half as well. That is pretty funny especially when it happens to you. I guess it just teaches you the lesson to not always feel so insulted when something happens to you, and to step back in see the humor or the good in it. Not like this experience was tramatic or anything but why not apply this to real life. At work if you feel so insulted by something someone said why not just take the good from it rather than ruining it all by just taking the bad? I know it's easier said than done but it's something to think about, don't you think?

Over Ate

Tonight we went to Old Chicago's, and it was delicious! Avocado dig, hot wings, ton's o veggies and ranch, and two pieces of pizza later I started to look like the marshmallow from Ghostbusters. It was so worth it though. I haven't eaten like that in a little while and it sure made the baby move around in my belly. Now, I am sitting on the couch very full, very tired, and ready to hit the hay! Today was a very roller coaster type day... Work drama but I felt good about it all and feel like everything is getting better as more things gets figured out. What do you do when you feel bad for someone but the reason they struggle is all because of themselves. What do you do? Do you just give them sympathy (which is what they like) or do you expect what you would expect out of anyone else. I don't want to be the evil bad guy but at the same time should everything be equal and everyone be expected to do the same amount of work? I'm not sure what the right thing is to do but hey I guess sometimes the answer isn't as clear as you would want it to be. On a happy note... Tomorrow is Friday!!! And no work on Saturday, that means three wonderful days off to sleep and Father's day right around the corner. Family time is in the cards! I think one of the things I look forward to the most is being able to wake up when I want and not having to obey that PESKY machine called an alarm. Being able to just lay in bed and enjoy the morning scent and sounds makes for a good day. Maybe this weekend I'll even get a little pool time in with my big whale belly!?

If I Were a Rich woMAN

Today started out wonderfully! I got a promotion to become an official assistant starting on June 30th. I am very excited and am thrilled to get the opportunity to learn. Unfortunately Scott is having a hard time with work. He only has two employees and he's been working more than the healthy amount. I think he's just burnt out and feels bad that he can never be home with me. But, I have come to the realization that I will never be a rich woman in the sense of having the mansion and lexus, and I am very okay with that. I am however a rich woman because I have a wonderful husband, and that's all I need. I don't need a big house or a nice car. People need relationships not things. We came here with nothing, and there's no way that your bmw is going with you to heaven... Pretty sure God doesn't want anything to do with your things. It's a good lession to learn that you work to survive, not to buy buy buy. I think we all lose site of that, and we all need to be tugged back in at times. Once we have bills paid off, my hope is for us to strictly buy things that we need not splurge on things that are no necessary.

The Hundred Acre Wood

Today is a good day so far! I feel content with everything that is happening in my life. Whenever I have a rough day it seems Jesus grants my a day of grace to follow. My mind is at ease and my thoughts are contained. Scott will be home tonight to share a nice dinner with me, and I got a really good nights rest last night. Things are looking up. Maybe I'll even go a little crazy and do some vacuuming (sp) tonight. Today at work is a busy day but it all seems controlled and "soft". I have put everything that has happened at work behind me and am letting whatever his plan may be happen. I have to realize I am powerless and to try and control things is just a silly idea! Why must we control everything? Don't we all need a little "out of control" in our lives? If everything was in control than life would be a big boring black and white world. Maybe I should let the world be more like the hundred acre woods instead of the real world. Who says that you have to live like all the lost ones do? I sure would feel pretty ripped off if I live my life as if everything was under my control. Jesus has a plan for each and every one of us why not just let him do his work and stop fiddling in his business? I think i would get pretty "flustered" if I had someone trying to change my plans all the time. Back off to four more hours or work. I Can Do It, Yes I Can!

Baby Fit Junkies

I think all the women who spend all their time on babyfit.com are bored out of their brains and have nothing else to do but give advice on something they really know nothing about. You know how everyone says every pregnancy is different... well I guess this has not dawned on the "babyfit junkies" because they always love to make everything out to be awful for you. Some advice is helpful but most of it is just stuff they hear from one of their friends moms sister. I honestly think the devil has some part in babyfit because it's a place for women to waste ALL their time. There are women on there with eight children who are not pregnant who still insist on going on to give their advice. The truth of the matter is that no body knows anything for sure and that really you should ONLY talk to your doctor about any concerns because most these women just love to freak out about the little things. So "babyfit" I bid you a farewell, and refuse to go to the site anymore because it only worries my heart, and makes me question my every move. I'll just trust Jesus instead of talking to women who spend eight hours a day on a baby site. Maybe if you want to give so much advice you should go major in psychology? Baby Fit = The Wicked Witch of the West and Baby Fit Junkies = Evil Flying Monkeys.