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Steve wasn't feeling too well last night, so he did us both a favor and slept in the guest room last night after failing to fall asleep in our room. He woke up this morning looking like hell, but was determined to go to work because he had to get some stuff done. He could barely walk to the couch, so he had me call his work for him and tell them he was sick.

Not wanting to get sick, Owen and I went to our moms group meetup, where I happened to run into [livejournal.com profile] luvbeingamommy. We all watched a little kids show, and I had lunch with my group. I asked the girl I meantioned last night if she would be interested in painting some pictures for me, and she said yes! I'm totally excited. She said that she paid about $50 to make 2 of hers on a really nice canvas, so I figured I'd pay about that much for each on a less expensive canvas. I'll have to iron out the details, but I'm so happy that she's going to do those for me.

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Owen went down last night at about 8:30, woke up around 1:30 or so (I think, maybe he didn't wake up at all), then didn't wake up again until about 6:10. I fed him in bed, and he went back to sleep until 9:40! Woo hoo for sleeping in!

Unfortunately, Steve was still sleeping when I got up with Owen. That means, yes, he's going into work late again. He didn't come to bed until 1:30am! I bitched him out when he came to bed. I should clarify that he will be working until 7:30, so he's still getting a full day of work in, but the point of last week and this week was for him to score some major overtime. Now that he's a supervisor, they can't make him work it though, and he's taking advantage of that, which I think is shitty. Plus, his hockey team owes $800 to the league, and he's going to be paying it himself, and hoping that he'll get some reimbursement from the team. That hit would be a lot easier to take if it had come out of his overtime check, but since he's not working as much overtime, there goes that.

In other news, I'm about 100 pages away from finishing the third book I picked up at the library. Three books in a week? I'm impressed with myself :). I finished the first book in two days, and the second book in about 3. I think I'm on the 3rd day of this book now. And here I was, stressing about whether or not I'd be able to finish 4 books in 3 weeks. The last one looks a little more serious than the other 3 I've read, and thicker too, so that'll probably take longer to finish.
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First, allow me to vent for 2 seconds. Steve is such a whiny bitch sometimes, it drives me nuts! He was supposed to start work at 7:30 this morning, but because he went to bed too late, and had a hockey game last night, he emailed his work (at like 7:15!) to tell them that he was going in at 11. Fine, whatever. He tells me this and crawls back into bed.

Owen started stirring in his crib, and while he was fussing a little, he wasn't crying or anything. In fact, I slept through most of it, so I doubt he was making that much noise. Steve started bitching about how I've let him whine for like 40 minutes, so I get up and get Owen to feed him. I sit back down on the bed, and then Steve starts whining about how he's trying to sleep and Owen is making too much noise. Your ass should be at work right now, don't bitch at me!!! Jerk.

Anyway, so onto the need for expertise. I'm going to be cutting my hair. SHORT. I need some serious ideas that won't make me look like 1 - a lesbian (I have nothing against lesbians, I just don't want to look like one), 2 - a boy (I have nothing against boys...;)). It also needs to be easy to maintain. Bobs, pixie cuts, whatever. Pictures would be greatly appreciated, thank you!
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Last night, Steve asked if he could go play in a poker tournament at the casino down the street. Since he hasn't played in 4 months, I decided to be nice and "let" him go. It was only $55 and he brought an additional $40 for rebuys, which wasn't too bad.

Every few hours, he checked in with me to let me know how he was doing in the tournament. It got later and later, and he was still in it, so he asked if I would be interested in going over and watching him if he made it to the final table. I said sure, not thinking he would actually make it that far, since the tournament started out with 105 people.

I got a call at midnight from him, telling me that he had made it to the final table, so I headed down there. By the time I got there, there were 9 guys left at the table. This was the point in the game where the guys were getting into the decent payouts, so it was slightly exciting. A couple of people got knocked out, and then they were down to seven.

Steve had the short stack (the least amount of chips at the table), so when his turn came up, he went all in without even looking at his cards. At that point, he had to because he wouldn't have had enough to play another round. He got up from the table, came over to me and rubbed my belly for good luck, and went back to the table. He then flipped over a pair of queens against a guy's ace-seven! Luckily for him, nothing came up on the community cards to help the other guy out, so he won that hand, doubling his chips!

He ended up lasting a few more hands, and was the 5th person left when he was eliminated. But, making it that far won him $760! Not bad for a $95 buy-in!

Gee, thanks

Apr. 3rd, 2007 10:59 am
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Since the beginning of time, I've known that I'm going to have an epidural when I give birth. I have never apologized for that, and I don't plan to. And along with that, I've never let anyone make me feel bad about my decision.

Until now.

Last night, at our breastfeeding class, we watched a video on how newborn babies from unmedicated births were able to crawl up to the breast from the mom's stomach and latch on to start nursing. It then went on to say that babies from medicated births had trouble latching and would basically just try to sleep. I turned to Steve and told him that I was still getting an epidural, and I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn't exactly on board with that plan.

On the way home, I mentioned that I got the feeling that he wasn't thrilled with the idea of me getting drugs, and he admitted that he didn't think I should get them. He tried throwing the statistics of recovering faster (because he knows that the recovery period is what I'm really worried about) and the baby having an easier time latching on at me, but I didn't care. Me being the pregnant hormonal person that I am, I got offended and upset that he didn't agree with me. I told him that I needed his support on this, and I wasn't going to allow him to make me feel like shit for doing it. He said that he would go along with it, but I know that in the back (or front, even) of his mind, he's not supporting my decision, and that really bothers me. I need him to put his personal feelings about it aside and be there for me! I realize that things may not go as planned and I may have to do it without drugs, but I'll deal with that when it happens.

I should also mention that he FREAKS OUT if he wakes up in the middle of the night and his arm or leg has fallen asleep. For some reason, it's just something that makes him panic, and he said that he would do anything to avoid the feeling of being numb from the waist down. I think that's part of the reason why he's so against it too, but that's why he's not getting one.


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