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I experienced my first dose of breastfeeding freakout yesterday.

We packed the kids up and headed to Target to procur a “bouncy seat” and a Venti Pumpkin Spice Latte no whip no sprinkles [thank you very much].

I made sure to feed Oliver right before we left and since we only had a couple of things to grab, I wasn’t too concerned about needing to feed him while we were out.

Things were going great until an expedition for new Cara shoes ran a bit long.

It wasn’t really THAT bad.

Hmm…maybe it was.

Actually, anytime the military is involved in “mandatory fun” you end up with much less fun than one would expect.

We got to Memphis around 3 or something and stopped by Babysrus before we went to check into our hotel.  Cara got a rather cute potty [never thought I'd type those words] that doesn’t make any noise and it adorned by NO cartoon characters.

I got a new Boppy since my other two were trashed before we moved.  Those babies can only take so much washing and boob milk before they just aren’t like they used to be.

I’m going to Memphis today!  Woo HOO!

That’s right, folks.  I made it to this weekend.  My cervix rocks!

Well…in all honesty I thought that I was going to be holding a screaming ball of baby boy this morning but the contractions slowed down and went away.

At one point the stupid things were four minutes apart.  Granted they were never so painful that I couldn’t do something while I was having one but they were annoying nonetheless.

I guess they spooked Tucker cause he finally rearranged our room so that the pack-n-play could easily fit.  I was wondering when he’d decide to do that.

Vote St. Louis so that I’ll only have a 4.5 hour drive next year with my pissed off husband, pissed off toddler and pissed off infant.

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Here are the voting results in order from lowest number of votes to highest:

Omaha - 26

Las Vegas - 52

San Fransisco Bay Area - 71

Southern California - 92

Seattle - 108

Atlanta - 159

Austin - 162

Denver - 166

New York - 187

St. Louis - 216

Portland - 279

Philly - 291

Cara and I went to Millington yesterday.

Apparently, I am incapable of being away from Tucker for longer than 24 hours.  Just to be 100% clear here, I’m not dependent upon his dumbass for my happiness but things are rather boring around here when he’s gone.

[Glad we're clear on that one cause I was starting to sound a bit pathetic.]

So, yeah, Millington.

Small, Southern, run-down, bitchy people.

The End.

Not really.

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.

This weekend sucked.  How’s that for a great introductory sentence?

Tucker was in Millington at Drill and Cara and I were at home.  For some reason, him leaving on Friday night really had an affect on me and Cara seemed to be more affected than last time.  To keep from moping around the house all Saturday, I drove down to Little Rock to see my ex-step-mom.  And now that I type that I’m wondering if I should explain.  Oh what the hell.

I try telling myself that I’m not constantly pissed off this pregnancy, but alas, that’s a big fat lie. Something about this fetus makes me ready to go at the drop of a hat. [Don't fuck with me; I'll cut ya.]

Hence the post about the baby shower and hence this post.

We went to Target yesterday for something supremely important [I've forgotten what it was.] and of course I had to pee because I have to pee every fifteen minutes or so. [This post talks a lot about pee and bathrooms...you've been warned.]

We’re not really a vacation kind of family.

I’m sure well will be once Cara gets older, but up until around this time last year, it was just Tucker and me. Our lazy asses preferred to sit on the couch and save the cash that we would have spent on a trip.

All that being said, we did take a family “vacation” last Christmas; the grandparents were almost rabid with their desire to see Cara. [they could have cared less about seeing us]

And, I was dreading it.