Are we there yet?

I'm so ready to get out of Dallas. I'll miss the friends we have here, our favorite spots to eat and hang out, but living around piles of boxes and having empty cabinets is starting to wear on me!

I had a whole list of phone calls and chores that needed to be done before the move, and I'm so anxious that I've finished everything!

All I have to do is throw our clothes and linens in a box and that's about it! 

In one week I'll be back in Houston! 

Can't wait!

What in the heck is going on in there?

No, this is not another worry-filled middle of the night posting that I am so prone to do.

This is a "the little critter won't stop kicking me in the spleen" post.

What on earth could he possibly be doing in there? I've been sitting here in the light of my computer watching my belly move. I'm trying to figure out what is head and what is feet. He is moving an awful lot. He's training me for the long middle of the night feedings and crying fits. Fabulous. 

It boggles my mind how he has any room to turn much less kick and stretch, because according to my last ultrasound, there was no more room in the inn for the little guy. When a baby has his hands across his face and he looks smushed, chances are he's a wee bit uncomfortable.

My sleeplessness could also be from the tons of chips and salsa I ate last night for dinner. Parentals are in town to help us pack and we went to Ozona's. I'm going to really miss their chips with the peppery salty garlic powder they sprinkle on them. YUM! I'm going to miss a lot of good Dallas food joints. Sigh.

The child just kicked the computer off my tummy. I had it balanced on my tummy, and he just kicked and it toppled off. That happened the other night with the remote control. One minute it was resting on my tummy, the next it was on the floor because little Pele decided to kick a winning field goal. He knows what's going on. Hey Ma! Get that thing off my back! 

ok, getting tired again. bedtime...

Reflection...

I decided to take the last posting down. It was too much of a downer. I need positivity in my life.

Things have gotten a little better since last Friday at 3 am.

My boss is excited to have me work for him doing my settlement brochures. That's a big relief. I guess I caught him on a bad day last week. 

I've decided I'm going to put my little nose to the grindstone and start a home business. For as little as $50 bucks I can start a business and not risk loosing a thing. Yes, I'll have to work hard and continually sharpen my skills, but this graphic design/creative writing stuff is fun for me, so I don't think it will be a big problem.

Today was my last day at work. I am still in shock. It's hard to believe I won't be going back to the office on Tuesday. Although its been made known that I'm welcome to come back anytime, I still can't believe it. Two years of my life with that firm. That's a long time. That's a lot of little life experiences and skills that I probably wouldn't have gotten elsewhere.  I grew up a lot. Although the job stressed me out on a daily basis, I worked with some awesome professionals and gathered some knowledge that will help me personally and professionally in the future. The whole experience in retrospect really wasn't that bad after all.

Our financial situation still sucks and I worry how we are going to make ends meet, but I'm starting to formulate somewhat of a plan. 

A and my mom both want me to take some time off and relax, but I just can't. Not when I know there are bills to pay and I'll have a son to raise in three short months. Not to mention doctor bills! OY!!!

I'm hoping to interview with a floral design studio in the next week or so for part time work. I really want to learn how to do floral arrangements and get my foot in the door. I can make some good money in that field if I play my cards right.

Two weeks from today I'll be an official Houstonian....again...haha!

My how time flies.....

Shin Splints, how I loathe thee...

It's been a while since I posted. Things have been very busy around here. I've been trying to pack and get ready for our move to Houston in 3 weeks. My last day of work is next Friday and so I've been working late trying to get everything wrapped up before I go. 

I found my doctor and a new apartment, so those are two big things off my list.

I still need to rent a U-haul and a car trailer.

I don't know if it is the crazy amount of activity that I've been doing the last two weeks, but my legs are killing me!!! They are starting to swell up and I have perma-shin splints. 

I can't get myself to slow down either. Sitting still for extended periods of time really bugs me now.  I'm also nesting like CRAZY!! I have the urge to clean and organize things all the time.

Sunday morning I woke up at 7 am and started cleaning out my bathroom cabinet and closet. A had to come in and drag me back to bed!

I started organizing things in my office today. There was a big box sitting in our conference room and I went in and picked it up. I didn't think it was that heavy and had no problems moving it. My boss came in to my office and he was all flush and he yelled "What the F&$* are you doing?!?!?" I was like, "I'm cleaning and trying to pick things up around here." I apparently scared him to death. He said, "Shelby I do not want to deliver your baby here at the office, please don't pick anything else up, EVER!!!" We just both started to laugh.

Sometimes I forget that I have limits now on how I can bend, stretch and carry things. It kind of sucks. You feel disabled in a way. People always want to help you do simple tasks and I can't help but let them do it. I should relish in the help and learn to relinquish control over situations, but.... it's soooo hard to do!!

Anywho, my legs are killing me. I need A to massage them again.