In the life of me.

I know, I am a slacker at this blogging thing. Most times I do sit around and ponder various things but I fail to write them down. That, and I’ve been busy with the bone marrow drive thing that my friend, Eva, and I are doing. Within the week we should be a-ok to set a date for it. We had a TV and radio stint done last Friday…so damn nervous I spelled my name wrong. J-e-n-n-f…crap, spelled it wrong. Jennifer not Jennfer! I have no clue why I was so nervous. This promotion was only going to the local public, not like it was going all over the world.

What else has been going on with me? Well, John is starting to feel like he’s getting cramped space inside of me. When he turns over and such you can see my belly shift shapes. He favors my left side and it will buldge more on that side and the right side slopes down gently. No perfectly round, preggo tummy here. This kid likes to keep me off balance. Oh and what did I spot last Wednesday? Stretch marks…on my belly!!! I wanted to cry. I sound so vain there, but I prided myself in only having two on either side of my hips. Now I have four purple lines creeping from the bottom of my belly. I hope they stay small and I hope they go away. Oh yes, did I mention I have stretch marks on my left calf? Which is strange. Some think it’s due to all the charlie horses I’ve been getting in that leg.

We’re still working out the kinks with the whole car accident. Tomorrow we go to the legal office to get forensics to investigate the accident. Yay for us. Our neighbor, who is an MP, is very pissed that they didn’t take a report from me at all. He said the whole thing was handled badly and that the report that my hubby filled out was wrong. Gotta love that.

Ok, I told C this was going to be a short one. I wasn’t even intending on an update on my life for this either. All I wanted to do was state how amusing it was to see Hunter, my fat ass cat, actually move around yesterday.

You see, my mother gave me this plastic toy fish that Sassy (the kitty of mine at her house) hates. It’s a wind up toy that swims in the water. I have yet to place it in a tub to watch it go though. For the longest time Hunter hated the fish. That was until he remembered that we have awesome hard wood floors to slide on and sling toys across (which would be why most of their toys are stuck under the couches and entertainment center…fling!). Yesterday he had an energy spurt, rare, very very rare for him, and went after the fish. He was having a blasted hay day with this thing. I decided to help him out a bit and slide it across the floor with my foot. It zinged into the bathroom and WHOOSH, there goes Hunter, butt sliding across the floor, over the carpet runner and into the bathroom after the toy. Thank goodness for fur or he would have gotten rug burn! It was an amusing sight to see, if only I would have put my digital camera to use, I’d have a video of it for you all to see. It was just the perfect ending for a rather dull day. Hey, and it kept him sleeping on the bed the whole night, he was too tired to pick on Cinnamon after that.

*hugs*
~Jen