Am I just Paranoid?

First things first: Yesterday was Hella's bit 3-0!!! Go wish her a good one!

The other day I got a strange call. It was some guy, sounded fairly young. He started out by saying he wasn't going to try to sell me anything. Good because I don't need anything. He slurred some name of an alarm company and then proceeded to ask if I, or anyone, would be home the next day after lunch for someone to come by and show us this alarm system and how it worked. He could even just drop some information off. No pressure.

Red Flag.

He wants to know if someone will be home on a weekday afternoon and if we are interested in an alarm system. If I say no, no one will be home and we don't need an alarm, then he has some dangerous information. How do I know he isn't some creep canvasing the area to see what houses to break into?! Tis the time of year for people to do some desperate things right? I quickly cut him off and said we weren't interested because we already have an alarm system. He wanted to know if it was actually in use and if the house was constantly monitored. I told him yes, absolutely, and we also have a 150 pound dog who would rip the face off anyone trying to come in the house, so between the 2 measures, I thought the house was pretty darn safe and secure. He just hung up.

It could have been legit, but I'm not taking chances. The whole tone of the call was too shady. So I may have mentioned it to the police, just for interest sake, when I called to book an appointment to have my car seat checked. You just never know.

Side note: a small apology to my dog Cooper. I gave him an extra 50 pounds, but I wasn't joking about his mean side....just ask the refrigerator repair man...

I got a lovely Christmas card today in the mail. It was our first one. Too bad it's from someone who don't even know. They have a nice looking family...but fucked if I know who they are!

An update...

I see it's been awhile! Things kind of got a little hairy around here for awhile (and no this won't be yet another reference to some hairy crotch in a birthing video). Here's what's been going on (Cliff Notes version):

*I'm all showered out! My co-workers gave me a great (baby) shower on Wednesday. I thought I better specify it was a baby shower before anyone thought we had a massive bubble bath or something together. We got lots of really great stuff. Then on Sunday, my close friends gave me a shower! This time I was surprised! I got spoiled...and so did the baby!

*However, after some issues with my blood pressure, I ended up in the hospital on Sunday night. They did some tests (baby is fine!) and then when my pressure came down to a more normal level, they let me come home since I was going to see my doctor the next day. When I saw her she put me off work for a minimum of 48 hours to see if I could keep it down. I had to go for more tests yesterday and they all looked good. She said I could try work today. I did. Sadly, by 10:30 my bp was way up again and I felt like shit. It's not worth it. I'm done work now. 2 weeks earlier then anticipated, but I have to take care of myself and the wee one. I'll be back to visit the kidlets, since they really have no idea that I'm gone for good now. I have some serious guilt about that.

*Our digital camera has crapped out. What a time! We can still take some pictures when it wants to be nice...but we need a new one: Fast! So if any secret Santa wants to hook us up that would be great....

I think that's the gist of it now. Now that I have some more 'down' time I'll be hanging around again.

Seether! Seether! Seether!

So Hella texts me today at work. I send the kids out for recess and then nearly go into labour. Seether is coming to Toronto for 2 shows in January!!!!!
Ummmmmm hello?!?! I said SEETHER!! One of my favourite bands!!!!!

I wonder if I'll be able to make it. Wonder if I'll feel like it....I wonder...

Shit. I was hoping for a spring/summer concert!!

I wonder what is more depressing. Waking up for work and it still being dark out, or now with the time change, heading home and it being dark out.

Hmmmmm

Cooper is 5!

My little puppy is 5 now!

I'd say he's one whole paw...but dogs don't have thumbs. I made him a pancake for breakfast and then he got a new "baby" for a gift. This one is a "jumbo baby" though. It's the size of a (fuzzy) basketball with a head and some legs. I think it's a pig. It's so big he can't actually squeeze it to make it honk. He has to put it into his mouth and then bash it against the floor.

Good times.
I think I'm one of those silly and somewhat pathetic pet owners. Cut me some slack, I didn't make him a real cake or anything.
There was no time.

Decisions, Decisions!

I have a decision to make.

I wanted to get a 3D ultrasound done. Just for fun. The only problem is, I am further along (35 weeks tomorrow) then they usually do for this type of thing. The problem is that if the baby has dropped (I really have no clue at this point) then getting a picture will be hard/impossible. Secondly, the baby is big now and may be too squished to get a clear picture. However, they have done great pictures with women as far along as me, but there is no guarantee. I have a tentative appointment for next week. The sitting fee is $100.00 no matter what. Which means even if they can't get a nice picture, I'm out $100. I don't know what to do. I'm not made of money (sadly enough).

Try and hope for the best?
Leave it?

What would you do if you were me?

I was at my doctor's appointment last week and there was this lady there with her husband. First, I have to say that once you do the whole pee on a stick and show the receptionist thing, they weigh you. Except the scale is right there in the middle of the room and although she tries to be quiet, she announces your weight and how much you've gained. I admit I listen in to other people's weight and have even looked at the scale while I'm in line to be weighed, so it's not unreasonable to assume that people do the same for me (*gulp*). However, this time, this lady being weighed was practically skin and bones. She was very petite indeed. She had a nice little bump going that maybe suggest about 5 months (but who knows since she's so tiny). Anyway, she gets on the scale, and do you know how much she weighs?!?! 86 pounds.
86 fucking pounds.

I actually dropped the magazine I was reading and looked over. I resisted the urge to dig through my bag to find any morsel of food, or to start a collection around the room to get this poor girl a sandwich! 86 pounds. Wow.

It would be really not nice of me to say she needs to be shot, especially since she's carry a baby, but the thought did cross my mind.

86 pounds.


**new ultrasound pics over at A Pea in the Pod!**