A Day about to Go to Shit

   This day actually started off pretty damn well, except for taking Molly to the vet for her surgery, I hate leaving her there and wondering if she thinks I've abandoned her. Not only that shit, but within minutes of running the lathe to finish up the warthogs (about 15 bars to be exact), Ethan comes over with his bullshit "you should wear the glasses the whole time you're out in the shop just in case a piece of chip or something was to go flying"....... first off I have had shit get into my eyes even with glasses on and it only takes me 10 seconds to get from the machine to my office. So, because I ignored him on this, a few minutes later he comes up scolding and commenting on my hoodie sleeves needed to be rolled up otherwise the machine might catch it.......... uh no sorry won't happen, and the hoodie was going to be coming off within the hour anyways as I got warmer. So because I ignore him on this too, he calls his daddy (Cameron) and then gives me the phone. Now I have to wait until Cameron gets back to go get me a long sleeved shirt that is tight enough to where there is no chance it will get caught, wasting 3 or 4 hours that I could be out there finishing up the bars but no the little bitch can't handle being shop floorman without going power crazy and trying to tell EVERYONE what to do. Let's see..... who just about shredded his wrist a while back?? Who has gotten shit in his eyes??? Who has ran the jeep up a fence??? Who has cut his fingers so many times??? Oh I know, the one running around trying to tell everyone else how to be safe and careful! Fuck him, this is why I can't stand working on the floor with that motherfucker, he can't handle being the shop floorman without getting all cocky and trying to tell people what to do. The hoodie was going to be coming off soon anyways, and that machine was not going to "grab" it, I've worn this thing many times out on the floor with no issues but no he gets some hair up his ass suddenly and wants to start bossing me around. The glasses are only going to protect so much, and I still get shit in my eyes, not to mention I can cross that shop floor in less than 15 seconds and have been doing it for a long enough time to know nothing is going to "come flying at me". Now, the whole morning is going to just be wasted, I could've been half way finished with those bars today, now that is going to happen thanks to that little bitch.

Getting So Close

    Today I have hit 33 weeks, I am 7 weeks from the 40 week mark and 4 weeks away from full term (37 weeks). I keep telling myself that as long as he makes it to 37 weeks, he can come out anytime after that. It is hard not to get excited as the days are counting down, I am getting nervous hoping everything goes great and there is no need to go to the hospital. I am getting ready to turn in the registration for Team 13, but I am a little worried on whether I will be able to stick to it this year. Right now I feel the drive and determination, but I can't help and wonder if I'll lose that drive while taking care of this new little bundle of life, because I really want to run the October Half this year. A lot of people are telling me I won't even care about any of that once he arrives, I'll be too in love with Dorian to worry about anything else. I guess the only thing I can do is wait and see what happens, and hope that my life doesn't change completely.

Thirty-Two Weeks Today

   As of today I am right around 8 months pregnant, I went ahead and weighed myself and I am at 155 lbs so I have only gained around 20-21 lbs since finding out I was pregnant at 7 weeks and weighing myself after the Half Marathon at around 14 weeks and still weighing 134 lbs then. I am pretty happy, I know I shouldn't care about weight gain as long as the baby is healthy but I am so happy to know that I have so far stayed within the recommended weight gain for pregnancy! A lot of women don't get to say that, but so far I do and it is a great feeling because I know that I might not have to work so hard to lose a lot of weight after the pregnancy.
  Next Wednesday I go in for my 33 week appointment with Gina, I am just going to keep my fingers crossed that I can make it to 37 weeks because Gina can't deliver me at home if I go into labor earlier than 37 weeks so once I get past that mark I should be good to go anytime afterwards.

Feeling Better than Last Post

   I honestly don't know what I was going through during that last post, but it was really bad and scared me. I haven't felt that since, and I have been getting some runs in so I think that is helping. I will be 32 weeks along tomorrow, I plan on weighing myself although I am scared to - I know that there isn't really anything I can do I shouldn't worry about it but I am. Yesterday I went for a run/walk, a total of 2.08 miles but I probably only ran about .89 miles of it and that was doing 2 min runs and 3 min walks. I am half tempted to do that again today, or at least a 30 minute walk today but I haven't quite decided yet.
   I am feeling Dorian more and more now, he is definitely a mover and very active so hopefully that is a sign of his future.