This little peanut inside me keeps getting the hiccups. It started last night. It's the strangest feeling. I can't wait to hold her. I just want to stare into her eyes and smell her little baby head.

You know, this having children thing is pretty amazing. I'm reminded of how when Grace was born, I was so overwhelmed with my feelings of love for her. Then I met my husband and my heart grew even more. Now I'm once again overwhelmed with the feeling of my heart stretching even bigger. I cannot imagine having any more room in there.

I know.. I'm crazy hormonal. The other night, I started laughing hysterically. I really could not control myself. It started to scare the crap out of me. I felt like I was losing control. So I started crying.. and laughing.. all at the same time. It was horrible. I'm telling you... having the soul of another human being inside you is a freaky thing. With Grace, I felt so strong and capable, and just look at her. She's the most independent 2 year old you will ever meet. I have the feeling this second one is a bit more sensitive. -I can't wait to see.

Ok, he called and said he forgot the ash bucket and I told him that I'm sorry for being a crazy bitch. He said that all would be forgiven if I came out and brought the ash bucket. I was planning on going anyway and he knew that, so really... the ash bucket was a rather small penance. Grace got to run around with the child of one of her daddy's work buddies. They are about the same age and seemed to have lots of fun together. I got too see some friends and have some quality, stress free time with the husband. I'm glad I went.

I don't like stress. Who does, right? Kind of a no brainer. All of this having a baby, buying a house, packing, moving stuff is just kind of freaking me right the hell out. Today, I found my sweet husband asking me if it was ok to do something. It suddenly hit me. When did I become that chick? I've been a cranky bitch lately. I keep whining and snapping at the poor guy. It just makes me feel awful. The guys hasn't done anything wrong. In fact, he's been working his butt off to buy us a house. Honey, if you read this, I'm sorry.

The man is at a bbq competition this weekend. I should be there, but all things considered, I'm not much help right now. I just wish I hadn't of been such an ass to him before he left. Hopefully, he might miss me just a little, and hopefully, he won't just think of the bitchy, pregnant me. Maybe he'll miss the sweet woman that he married. You know, the one with a waist? She's still here somewhere, inside this hormonal, bloated, pregnant chick.

Ok, I stole this quiz from the husbands blog. I gave him crap for his results (sociopath) so I fully deserve a ton of grief for mine.

Your Score: Spiteful Loner

You are 57% Rational, 0% Extroverted, 71% Brutal, and 0% Arrogant.

You are the Spiteful Loner, the personality type that is most likely to go on a shooting rampage. In high school, you were probably that kid who wore all black and who sat alone in a corner of the lunch room, drawing pictures of dead babies. You are a rational person and tend to hold emotions in very low-esteem; not only that, but you are also rather introverted, meaning you probably bury any emotions you feel deep inside yourself, like all of the bodies in your backyard. Combine these traits with your dislike of others and your brutality, and it seems that you would be quite likely to shoot innocent people in a rampage. Most likely, you also have low self-esteem. Hell, I get low self-esteem just looking at you. This is only yet one more incentive to go on a shooting rampage, because you wouldn't care if you died as a result. Granted, you probably haven't gone on a shooting rampage and probably never will, but all the motivations are there. All you need is for someone to push you over the edge, calling you names and belittling you. Like me. But don't shoot me. I have a 101 mile-long knife, you know. In conclusion, your personality is defective because you are too introverted, brutal, insecure, and rather unemotional. No wonder no one hangs around you, you morbid, cold-hearted freak!

To put it less negatively:

1. You are more RATIONAL than intuitive.

2. You are more INTROVERTED than extroverted.

3. You are more BRUTAL than gentle.

4. You are more HUMBLE than arrogant.

Compatibility:

Your exact opposite is the Televangelist.

Other personalities you would probably get along with are the Capitalist Pig, the Smartass, and the Sociopath.

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If you scored near fifty percent for a certain trait (42%-58%), you could very well go either way. For example, someone with 42% Extroversion is slightly leaning towards being an introvert, but is close enough to being an extrovert to be classified that way as well. Below is a list of the other personality types so that you can determine which other possible categories you may fill if you scored near fifty percent for certain traits.

The other personality types:

The Emo Kid: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Starving Artist: Intuitive, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Bitch-Slap: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Brute: Intuitive, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Hippie: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Televangelist: Intuitive, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Schoolyard Bully: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Class Clown: Intuitive, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Robot: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Haughty Intellectual: Rational, Introverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Spiteful Loner: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Sociopath: Rational, Introverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

The Hand-Raiser: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Humble.

The Braggart: Rational, Extroverted, Gentle, Arrogant.

The Capitalist Pig: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Humble.

The Smartass: Rational, Extroverted, Brutal, Arrogant.

Be sure to take my Sublime Philosophical Crap Test if you are interested in taking a slightly more intellectual test that has just as many insane ramblings as this one does!

About Saint_Gasoline

I am a self-proclaimed pseudo-intellectual who loves dashes. I enjoy science, philosophy, and fart jokes and water balloons, not necessarily in that order. I spend 95% of my time online, and the other 5% of my time in the bathroom, longing to get back on the computer. If, God forbid, you somehow find me amusing instead of crass and annoying, be sure to check out my blog and my webcomic at SaintGasoline.com.

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We're having a girl! We had the second sonogram today and she looks perfect. I even got to count her fingers. They said she has really long legs just like her big sister and her daddy.

We have a contract! It's all signed and everything. We're having the inspection done Saturday and we close on 8/15. The hubby and I will celebrate our birthdays in our new house! Yay!!

...and the waiting is the hardest part.

Thanks, Tom Petty.

Seriously... I think this woman knows she's torturing us and is rather enjoying it. I've started calling her names. Not nice names.

So, we put in an offer on a house last night. I spent all night tossing and turning, worrying about the whole thing. By 9:00 this morning I felt like I was getting an ulcer. The seller came back with a counter offer this morning, which we are none to pleased with. We just sent her our second and final offer. I feel like I can't catch my breath. The stress, the anticipation, is driving me nuts. I'll be on pins and needles until we hear back.

Monday, we will have the second sonogram and find out if we're having a boy or a girl. Riotgeek came up with the perfect boy name and we are still undecided on girl names. I pretty much decided that with everything else that's going on, we could wait until we know what we're having to name the little peanut.

I've finally started to feel some kicks in addition to the little movements and wiggles. That makes me happy :)

Grace is doing much better. The bruise on her face is almost gone and she's letting me brush her injured tooth at full force. The whole episode has made me more protective than ever. I've been getting all "momma bear" with people. -I just really love my family and will do anything to keep them safe and happy. That's all that really matters anyway.

We took Grace to the dentist this morning. No real news. -Just more wait and see. We got to see her permanent teeth in the x-rays. I was cracking up because her adult teeth look just like mine. That, hopefully is a good thing. Mine are pretty straight and I have never had a cavity (knock on wood). We can only hope that she has the same, strong enamel.

Grace took an instant disliking to the dentist. This kid likes almost everyone. He creeped her out. Her daddy had to hold her so that they could take x-rays. He came along in case it got rough. I am totally useless when that kid is in pain. I cry and freak out and am in no way a comfort to her. Her dad is a stoic rock of a man when he needs to be. I think everyone would agree with me when I say that we're lucky to have him. I'm really glad he was there.

We're still looking for houses with a fury. Hopefully soon, we'll be done. The whole process is kind of tiring and stressful, but in some ways exciting. I can't wait to move in and figure out where to put everything. I look forward to painting and decorating. I think it will be fun.

We'll have our second sonogram Monday. I will be so relieved to know the sex so we can give this peanut a name. I am still waiting for he/she to start kicking me. I have felt movements and flutters, but no real kicks yet. I know once this kid starts kicking theh crap out of me all day and night, I'll regret those words, but right now, I am looking forward to some good, strong kicks.

Your Personality is Very Rare (INFP)

Your personality type is dreamy, romantic, elegant, and expressive. Only about 5% of all people have your personality, including 6% of all women and 4% of all men You are Introverted, Intuitive, Feeling, and Perceiving.

How Rare Is Your Personality?

We had our second trip to the pediatric urgent care with Gracie this weekend. The little girl was supposed to be napping after a long day of driving around to open houses. Instead, she somehow smacked her mouth on (we still have no idea how it happened.)something. Her dad heard a thud and then a scream. He went running up there to find her with a mouth full of blood. He called for me and showed me that one of her top incisors had been pushed back pretty far. We all managed to stay calm, even Gracie who by that time was starting to act like nothing had happened, even though her mouth was bleeding. We took her to Children's Mercy Northland, and they got her in with no wait. The doctor said that the tooth was impacted and would probably move back into place eventually if it didn't fall out. She said it would probably die and turn gray. She also said that her bottom two incisors were a little loose, but that they'd probably be fine. So we got her care instructions and headed over to Target for a new toy to cheer Gracie up. By then her face had started swelling pretty badly. We spent the rest of the evening watching her play with her new toy. I kept crying because her face was so disfigured. Grace kept asking me if I was sad and what was wrong, which only made me cry more because I felt like a rotten mother for crying in front of her when I should have been cheering her up. *sigh*
The next day went much better, although her face was even more swollen and a bruise in the shape of a straight line from her nose to the corner of her mouth had started to appear. I called a pediatric dentist for a second opinion and he pretty much confirmed everything the pediatrician said. He also said to wait for the swelling to subside and then bring her in for a better look. So Grace will get her first dental exam.

I just hope she gets this smile back.





If not, then I'm sure I'll get used to her new smile. As long as she doesn't loose her crazy giggle, I'll be fine.

My friend Tec made me do it.

Eight things about me:

1. I am the youngest of 3 children. We share the same history, but we all view it so very differently. My siblings and I are so very different in nature, disposition, culture and lifestyle. We have a very hard time relating to one another.

2. When I was 9, I got really sick and couldn't hold anything down for over a week. When I was admitted to the hospital, I couldn't stand. My kidneys had shut down and it took them all day to find a vein that was strong enough to hold an IV. I really thought I was going to die. I remember making peace with it. I woke up a couple days later and found myself having to make peace with the fact that I was no longer dieing. It's a very strange experience. It's one that has made me constantly question the meaning and value of experiences and actions. I think it made me grow up way too fast, way too young.

3. I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.

4. My house is a big mess right now.

5. My daughters eyes absolutely melt my heart.

6. I used to be skinny, but I have always felt fat.

7. I have pretty much everything I've ever wanted in life. Now, I just want to enjoy it all.

8. I miss the sound of waves crashing on the beach.

-So now I have to tag eight more people. The problem is, I have pretty much the same friends as the person who tagged me. I can only come up with 4 people that she didn't tag who have blogs. So... Riotgeek, This Nervous Condition, Gonk and Sheri, you are it.

Here's the rules:

Players start with eight random facts/habits about themselves.

People who are tagged need to write their own blog about their eight things and post these rules.

At the end of your blog post, you need to choose eight people to get tagged and list their names.

Don't forget to leave them a comment telling them they're tagged, and to read your blog.