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“Just wait till that second baby comes.  You’ll be begging for help!”

“Hope you don’t like sleep.  Having two kids means that you actually get four times less sleep.”

“If you thought that you didn’t have any free time before…”

For some reason, people feel the need to try and scare the shit out of other people when they are at their weakest.

I don’t know if its that the people doing the scaring want to be “helpful” and “warn” pregnant women or if they are just sadistic douche bags.

I woke up this morning having had very little sleep last night and all I wanted to do was check my email while I nursed my coffee.

Bad idea; I should have just stayed in bed.

Paul Newman died of cancer which he had been battling for quite some time.

Paul Newman was my “other” and I first fell in love with him when I was 12 and saw Long Hot Summer for the first time.

Gawd, that man was sexy!

He founded Newman’s Own - which has the best dressing known to man - and was faithful to his wife, Joanne Woodward who he married in 1958.

So many things to write about today.

Topic #1: My TV is possessed.

Yesterday morning Tucker got Cara out of bed and turned on the TV to catch some cartoons before he got ready for class.  When I finally got my ass up and made my way into the living room, Tucker and the kid were watching Good Morning America.

I sat down next to them and was a bit confused as to why cartoons weren’t being watched.

And then the TV turned itself off.

And then back on.

And then ran through the channel set-up…five times.

The enormity of what we’re about to undertake is about to drive me crazy.

This kid’s due to be born sometime in September and I just can’t seem to get my head around that fact.  I look at our place and the absolute lack of any baby stuff.  I keep getting bogged down with all of the details and logistics of having a newborn along with a toddler.

I keep going from utter elation one minute to total despair and gut wrenching fear.

I have been relatively sane for a while now.

I attribute this temporary sanity to the fact that I’m pregnant and pregnancy seems to agree with my brain.

Sure, I’ve been a tad more angry than I normally would be but it’s not like I’m constantly pissed off [just on Fridays from now on].

But the crazy train pulled into the station today.

For the past few days I’ve been angrier than normal and extra-emotional.  Then, this morning at the ass crack of dawn, our new next door neighbors woke Cara up with their alcohol assisted noise.  It was 3am, they were outside and I could hear every word of their conversation via Cara’s baby monitor.  She heard them too and was up from 3am till sometime around 5am.

One thing that sucks about me being pregnant right now is the fact that Cara’s not weaned.

She had cut herself down to one real feeding when she woke up and one real feeding right before bed and then she would nurse when she woke up in the middle of the night. In addition to the real feedings, she would graze several times a day for maybe five minutes at a time.

I had planned on fully weaning her before we moved home but now it’s a necessity.

I feel the need to defend myself about this post.

I didn’t write it as any sort of New Year’s resolution. I know from personal experience that New Year’s resolutions don’t work. In fact, 63% fail with in two month.

Mine always have failed and since all of my “acceptable” excuses for over-eating were past me, [i.e. Halloween, Thanksgiving and Christmas] I was finally ready to quit being a quitter [you know what I mean] and to finally change small things that would eventually lead to big payoffs.

However, I’m going to have to put all of that on hold…at least for nine months.

I sincerely feel a little bit bad, but I called the cops on my neighbors this morning at 12:45.

OK. So maybe not the cops; I called the “community officer”.

But, he’s a cop who gets to live here for free since he deals with petty bullshit calls like mine.

Luckily, he didn’t come knocking on my door since I had finally managed to drift off to sleep.

Back to the neighbors.

I woke up at 12:30 am for no good reason; I was just wide awake.

I am in a line kinda mood. Could you tell?

First, it was my Twitter background and then I had to change this site’s background. Lines just seem nice today for some reason.

Also, something about the previous background just wasn’t right. Know what I mean?

I am completely aware that I am the only person who is concerned with this.

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One thing that I am really enjoying about Twitter is the plethora of interesting blogs that I would never have found had I not been on Twitter. [I’ve rewritten that sentence about five different ways. That’s the best I got.]

Most mornings I wake to the sounds of Tucker in the shower. I grab the baby monitor, make sure Cara’s still asleep and I pray for ten more minutes before she too wakes up.

I say most mornings because that sure as hell didn’t happen this morning.

At 4:45 am, I was jolted out of a rockin’ dream by the sound of bass.

Loud, teeth rattling bass.

My first thought was “I’m going to eviscerate the people upstairs!”

And then I realized that the noise was coming from outside.