One annoyed pregnant woman.

I needed to run out to the store and grab a gallon of milk.  Hubby asked that I pick up a 2L of soda and to get myself a couple Vitamin Waters.  He also requested that his son go with me.

After hanging up with hubby, my step-son came out from the office.  I told him I'd like him to come with me to the store at the request of his father.  He whined a bit, saying he was going to take a nap, but I explained to him that his father feels better knowing that he's coming with me.

As I got up to get my coat and shoes, my step-son went into the office and dropped to his mattress, which my hubby had brought in from his room on Saturday for me to rest on 'cause I was sick.  Well, instead of moving it back to his room yesterday, hubby gave him the night to sleep on it in the office ...saying that I had gotten my turn to sleep in the office, and to let him have a turn.  Technically, I didn't sleep in the office overnight ...but I was fine with it.

I asked my step-son to move his mattress back into his bedroom and he started whining that he liked it in the office ...blah blah blah.  I explained to him that his dad said he could stay in here last night, but after that the mattress would go back in his room.  He got a bit of an attitude about it and said he wanted to talk to his dad.  Again, I told him his dad had given him one night.  I also tried to explain to him that it was in the way (it pretty much takes up the whole floor in the office) ...and it's hard for me to get around it.  Also, I worry about walking over it and losing my already precarious balance and falling.  But he still had an attitude.

So I walked away, grabbed my purse and coat, and left.  I was so upset about the whole thing.  I know I'm not his mother, but I hate that he doesn't listen and respect me sometimes.  When I got home, the mattress was out of the office ...so at least he begrudgingly did what he was told ...but now I'm also worried that I put my husband in a precarious position ...siding with me or his son.  I don't want his son to hate me if hubby sides with me ...but I don't want hubby to feel like he's going to alienate me if he sides with his son.

Ugh ...all this on top of nearly getting my electricity shut off ...and I thought the day had been going so well.  *sigh*

I so haven't been keeping up with my daily water intake ...but today I have to drink 4-5 glasses of water ...omg, I'm *so* gonna have to peeeee!  lol

But, from what I was told, I won't have to hold it for the entire ultrasound scan.  Thank the Gods!  =D

Water Consumption Tracker

This is the 'official' blood pressure.  Yay for doctor's office visits!!  =D

Blood Pressure Tracker

First off, so no one worries too much ...Baby Ohz is doing fine. This post is not about him/her.

Hubby and I live in a raised ranch style home. Our main floor is where we have our living space -- bedrooms, kitchen, living room, bathrooms, etc. The bottom floor, or basement, is where I have my daycare space set up, as well as our laundry room and garage. A staircase in the kitchen leads down to the lower floor from the main floor.
Since I moved here over a year ago, one of my biggest fears has been falling down our stairs. Usually the only time I'm worried is if I have to carry something down the stairs ...and I frequently haul my laundry basket up and down these stairs. So I worry a lot.

So, after using these stairs thousands of times, carrying laundry up and down, it finally happened. Thankfully not to the extreme that I always feared ...but it was enough to scare the living c.rap outta me. As I got to the bottom of the stairs carrying a basket full of clothes, I missed that last step at the bottom. As I look back on it, I kind of amuse myself because in that split second when my foot missed, I thought to myself, "Duh, stupid, you still had one more step."

I can't tell you exactly what I did after that. I can't remember if I dropped the basket as I fell to the floor or if I got to the bottom, dropped the basket on my own and then dropped myself to the floor as pain started to radiate from my ankles. I can tell you I missed the step ...and I can tell you I was on the floor cursing ...but if you ask me about the fall itself, I have no clue.

By missing that step, I twisted both my ankles really bad. They *hurt* like nobody's business. Thankfully, hubby had called me about 10 minutes before I went down the stairs to say he was really close to home and on his way. So I was only at the bottom of the stairs for about 30 seconds before he came thru the door. Obviously this was not what he was expecting when he got home ... and after the day(s) we've had lately, this one was just icing on the cake.

Again, to reassure everyone ...Baby Ohz is perfectly fine. Thankfully, I fell from where I did and not higher up on the stairs. *That* would definitely have been bad. The only thing injured on me is my ankles. They haven't swollen (at least not that I noticed), but my pinky toe on my left foot is bruised. Last night, I had to limp because my right foot was hurting more than my left ...but today it is the opposite. I've taken acetaminophen to ease the pain, but ended up waking up at 4:30ish this morning because the meds wore off. Boy, did my ankles hurt. And here I thought I'd be hobbling around from being pregnant before I ever had to hobble around for anything else!

And, as an added note, when I had my weekly Wednesday conversation with my Mom, we talked about me carrying laundry up and down the stairs. She had said if it were her, she'd just throw the basket down the stairs and pick it up at the bottom. Hubby has now restricted me from basket carrying on the stairs, so I'm going to have to go with Mom's method if I want to get my laundry done. =D