This morning I had another visit to the doctor. They took my blood pressure (extremely high), then she pulled out a a sonogram thingy and we listened for the baby's heart beat. My little tadpole made a break for it... She had to chase after the little thing for quite a while... After finding it three times and it ran away. Finally cornered on the right side of my body I heard my little ones heart for the first time!!! The doctor said it was an active little thing. I told her it was because we had feasted on coco krispies right before I came into the appointment. Then I was sent off to get a blood draw. Yuck. Luckily they only needed a little bit and they were so busy that it took about twenty min of me sitting there for them to get to me so I had calmed down remarkably. I only feinted a little. And the big plus? I have an unltasound appointment at the end of June. I'm finally going to get to see the tiny thing and possibly find out if it is a boy or girl!!! I can't wait.

In other news my blood pressure is so very high because not only did I have the doctors appointment this morning, I have my second interview tonight. I might explode (and if 140 over 93 doesn't do it, my nerves might). But I still have to wait an hour to go to that... wish me luck. All I have to do is be friendly and hopefully I will have another interview tomorrow morning... then who knows...

Tuesday

I'm so dizzy, my head is spinning.
Like a whirlpool it never ends...

So I woke up this morning and promptly walked into two door frames and almost fell over because I was too dizzy to walk into a straight line. Gee, this is fun. Hopefully this next step of pregnancy that I have attained will pass quickly.

Other than that... nothing much is happening right now. I had a great birthday. Lots of people here, lots of food, and lots of fun presents. Turning a little older is not so bad. And now I am going to be going to Valhalla in Tahoe for the next two weekends. Hopefully I will get phone calls offering me jobs in the next week. Life is going well. I also have a Doctors appointment on Thursday... possibly to look at my little baby. How exciting.

Good. Good. Good.

Your Score: Goblin King!

You scored 92 in Labyrinth knowledge!

You know your Labyrinth knowledge... or were watching the movie while you took this test. Either way, I'm proud of you. Congrats. You are definently at the top of the totem pole. =)

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A new day dawns...

So two days ago I received a phone call from a friend asking if he could crash on my floor Wednesday night because he needed to be in Salinas on Thursday morning and he lives in Napa. Ok, no problem. I pulled out the air mattress (yah guests!) and made up a cozy little bed in the middle of the living room. Little did I realize what a red letter day Thursday would be for me...

I ended up with two job interviews today. (Yes, this from the girl who was whining about no one wanting to talk to her last week...) One called at the beginning of this week, very respectable and made the appointment ahead of time and then there was the other one... Last week I received a phone call that I didn't manage to answer in time. And since I put my phone to automatically call the house if I don't answer the cell... there was no message. It turns out that it was this really cool job I was jonesing after at the Tech museum. Well she called me while I was on my way to drop things off at one of the various sites I currently work at. I was on a stretch of highway that didn't have anywhere to pull over or off and I was singing Nine Inch Nails songs at the top of my lungs seconds before answering the phone... Do I sound like I was in a professional place? Lord knows how I even heard the phone ring, but I answered. And the nice lady on the phone told me who she was, that she wanted to schedule a phone interview with me and that my phone didn't let them talk to me last week when they tried to call. Oops! She set me up for a phone interview the next morning (?!?!?!) at 9am... and then my phone died. Yup, right in the middle of setting up a phone interview I lost signal. Why did I lose the call in the middle of San Jose? Wasn't Silicon Valley the birthplace of cell phones? What the heck??? Luckily she called back right away... none too please. I reassured her I would make sure I was in a very suitable location the next morning at 9am sharp. (gulp) She told me I had pretty much had better and the sound of her voice was one of those 'I already don't think I like you' tones. (crap)
So I worked my full day. I went home. I stayed up until 12:30a with this friend of mine who was staying overnight. I got up at 6am to deal with driving to San Jose for the phone interview because I was told that it normally takes about half an hour and a nine o'clock phone call and a ten thirty interview means I had best be in San Jose before the who thing starts. Ok no worries. I'm mostly over morning sickness... and six hours of sleep is plenty...
I make it to San Jose. I decide that the best place I know for cell phone reception and a quiet parking lot is by my work. So I drive there. Plenty of time to spare and lucky me the park that the lot is next to has public bathrooms so I can get a little more comfortable before the phone rings. Everything is in place... then then the hammering starts. (sigh) And then I remember that my work is directly under the flight pattern of San Jose International (groan). So I'm sitting in my car with the windows rolled up answering questions about why I think I'm good enough to be the director of a program. I'm sweating like a pig but every time I open the door to let the cooler air in the hammering starts or a plane flies overhead... I'm doomed.
I managed to stay very professional through the whole interview, ignoring the heat, the hammering, the airplanes, the morning sickness, the building headache, and the fact that really needed to pee again! I'm going insane!!! On a positive note I rocked the interview. I rocked in hard core and I didn't have to use the words 'I'm awesome' even once. I am getting set up for another interview next week and I'll let you all know what happens then...
The second interview... I was running late, my head was pounding, I re-read the job description sheet and discovered I didn't want this job. It would be like stepping sideways instead of up the job ladder. So I was excited about the phone interview and feeling like crap and running late since the half hour phone interview ended up being more like and hour and a half (go me). I get there right on time and manage to be civilized through the interview but didn't try. I didn't impress them (mostly because all I wanted to do was get a big drink and take some drugs) and didn't attempt to. They told me they would get back to me...yah right.
Then I got to work.
But not until after I got to experience the utter humiliation of having to pull off the 101 freeway and puke in the bushes. Gee, I bet that was a great sight for those rush hour commuters... Ended up being a little late for work since I stopped to get food, drink, and drugs into my system. And then I gave it an hour and still felt like butt so I came home. And that's where I am now. Crossing my fingers and toes that one of these nice jobs is offered to me so I can be paid something much closer to what my degree and myself are worth. And feeling much better. It's a wonder what three hours of sleep will do for a person...
oh yes, and mom, I just got your package from UPS...He scared the bejezus out of me, but I got it.
And now I am headed back to bed. I need more sleep. And Pirates opens tonight....

"Because I'm awesome"

I had an interview yesterday for a job I would really like to get. I got the call for the interview the day before and it caught me off guard. However I rallied my spirits, pulled out my resume and typed up some references. Then the hard part began. I didn't have anything to wear. Normally I would have a day or so to go shopping an get the last second items, like maternity 'nice' clothing. However I had to make due with what happened to be in my closet. Lucky me I don't get rid of things quickly and I still had a nice size 16 skirt and my shirts still fit pretty well. OK clothing down... resume down... directions... quick check of map quest... down. Life is good. I really want this job. I leave home early to make sure I have lots of time. I left home too early and arrived 45 min early. No worries I drove to McDonald's to go pee and calm my nerves with a fruit and walnut salad... Ok so really I ate several slices of apple and a few grapes and threw away the rest. Then it was time for action.

I drove back all prepared. I was going to be the best darned candidate ever. I arrived early, chatted up the secretary, met the people giving the interview... discovered that two inch heels were a bad idea as both of them were no taller than 5'4 but, meh, you sit in interviews...right? Questions and descriptions flying back and forth... So, you live in Santa Cruz, how is the commute? I just got a new car and I love to drive... How do you deal with loads of paperwork? I am used to it, keeping records and following up on clients... Yah me, I'm being so professional. I answer things, have my hands on full view on the table, look them in the eye, life is good. Then come the question. I don't quite know what came over me. It was a bit like channeling my best friend.

He said: Why should we hire you above anyone else?

I said: Because I'm awesome.

That's right. I said I was awesome. Of course then I qualified the answer with something a little more standard... I'm dependable blah, blah, blah...

I'm awesome?!?!

They seemed to really like me. I asked them to call my current boss for a reference along with my other references and even fessed up to being pregnant to which they responded with they were both parents. I feel good about this. But you never know. I would really like this job. It would be challenging and require actual thinking skills. (Something I haven't had to do at work in quite some time) They said they would let me know in about two weeks. So keep your fingers crossed. I have other interviews this week, however. So good mojo and everything thinking at me... not saying you are awesome to potential employers might be a good idea.

PS my entire current office thinks it's completely amusing that I said this. My current boss started laughing and said she could totally see me doing that. Oh good.

Tah.

Dreams

Ok, so apparently pregnancy dreams are really odd and I would have to agree. Last night I dreamed I was getting a job as a counselor at a group home that was in a giant Victorian house that was falling down and run by nuns. I got the job along with my brother and we were making the run down Victorian all pretty again. I was calling the hardware store and getting price quotes but no one wanted to help. The I went out walking and some punk kid was throwing dirt at me and I told him to knock it off but he threw a tomato and it hit my jacket. So I ran up and popped him in the nose. A little while later the sheriff came to arrest me for assault but I told him that the kid started it and I was only 17 so he couldn't take me to jail.

So odd.

Why I don't give blood

So I went to the doctor and she was quite nice. She told me not to worry about anything and laughed at my minor heart murmur. However she did say she would keep an eye on it and if it got any worse then I would get an EKG (How exciting!!!) She sent me off with another appointment for the end of may, a note saying I can go to the dentist, and a piece of paper saying that I needed to get blood tests. Go me for being healthy!!! I also go weighed (which I had been dreading) and I have gained a whopping... 2 pounds. Eating what ever I want all the time seems to be agreeing with me. Ok, it's not whatever I want, I have been keeping (slightly) to the diet I was on before just adding lots more.

Meanwhile I still had to give blood. *sigh* So I went to my regular doctors office where they have a lab. I ate before I went but was still nervous and feeling morning sick. I got called back and told the nurse that I always feinted. (yup, I'm a baby, what can I say?) She had me lay down and pulled out three viles. (THREE?!?!?!) And sure enough I was out as soon as my body registered the loss. And when I woke up, I was told that I managed to pass out and throw up at the same time. Go me! I'm like a double threat. The positive side is that I don't have to do it again for another month... the negative side, I have to do it again.

Otherwise... according to the baby calender, I am somewhere between 11 1/2 and 13 1/2weeks (yeah, that will teach me to not pay attention) and my little tadpole is the size of a plum or so. It has all of it's functions like feeling in it's fingers and taste... So weird.

And now I am looking for food before I get all nasty feeling.

A little Seattle

Right next to the hotel... the faboo Pink Elephant car wash. Who knew?


Ms S in a hole. Ah, the things you can get your friends to do!


If you stood on a chair and leaned, this is what we saw from the hotel.


Ms S and me, look, we're veggies!!!


The space needle. It's hard to believe we went all the way up there!


Mr. C taking in the sights from the top of the space needle.



This is Mr C and Ms. S looking tired early in the morning at Pike's Market.

Walking

Yesterday I went to McDonald's to get the office lunch. I was feeling not so wonderful so I decided to walk and hoped that would make me feel better. While I was walking back with tons of food I realized something. I was really glad that I am only showing a little, because 30 chicken McNuggets, two double cheese burgers, three medium fries and two sodas look like a lot of food, even for a pregnant girl.

And now I am off to my first Dr. visit about the baby. I get to see it's little body today!!! And hopefully, I will be able to make everyone else look at it soon too!!!

Tah.