Bob's recent cell phone post really hit home, considering we've been laughing the past few days at my dh who seriously has a very unhealthy connection to his. For the record, I hate my cell phone, hardly ever take it with me (much to dh's chagrin), and often times leave it uncharged on the table or in my purse for days (or weeks if I can get by with it!) I didn't even get one until a few months ago (around Christmas time) and then only because my teenager wanted one and it was (for some goofy reason) cheaper to get 2 new phones than 1. So I piggybacked and got one.

DH, on the other hand, lives for his cell phone I do declare. He still has a Chicago # even though we've lived here for a year and it's long distance for anyone to call him from their land line. I can't call him from work. But what if (he says) some "friend" from years back is trying to reach him and that's the only number they have (because he moved away from Chicago) and now they won't be able to reach him? I say if they haven't called in over a year they're not likely to be very close friends anyway.

He dials while driving, or checks sports scores, and on our recent trip to VA beach nearly had a cow when he lost signal for several hours in the mountains. The kids and I were at him but the poor guy was about to have a heart attack, and you could SEE the relief hit his face when his signal came back. On the way home, (while driving) he tried to program the thing to ring to our home phone ONLY if he was unavailable, and spent probably a good 45 minutes (still driving) trying to figure out how to make this work. All the while having me call his cell with my cell to see which voice mail I got (I still don't know why this made a difference). We were going to be home in a few hours, and I really couldn't understand why it was the end of the world if someone left a message on our home phone and he was delayed a few hours in getting it... hmmm... He finally gave up on that because he could only get it to work in such a way that it rang to our home phone (and thus got our home voice mail) and that was simply unacceptable for that (very long) length of time. What if someone were trying to reach him????

I've literally seen the man fall down the stairs in a sprint trying to reach his ringing cell (laying on his desk) because heaven forbid someone actually had to leave a message. He gets mad at me all the time because I refuse to carry mine 24/7 and be a slave to it. I figure if they want me, they'll leave a message or they'll call back! He leaves it on at the movies, on airplanes (grounded of course), in the dr's office, grocery store, wherever. He sees no problem with it, and yes he has a very loud voice which he speaks even louder with when on his cell phone. Quite frequently he is also (yelling) speaking in Greek which I'm sure must be very pleasant for everyone around him.

I think it might be fun one day to play hide-and-seek with the cell phone, but I'm afraid the man might have a heart attack. He can't understand why I would not want to be available to anyone and everyone 24/7 (even putting them above my current company be it family, friends, or whatever) and why I have such a problem with his love of his phone.

I have come to terms with the fact that I will never have a day (or night) without the cell phone between us (he even answered it while I was in labor

) and it's just something I'll have to deal with. He was like that when I met him, I don't expect that he'll change anytime soon.

I'm so excited! I've been MIA because my laptop (finally) fried and kept shutting down in the middle of things (very frustrating). I was down to turning it on long enough to check my emails and logging right back out. But now...

I have a new puter!! Woohoo happy happy joy joy!

I have to go look for a printer cable now (have one of those somewhere around here...) but can get back to posting now at least!

Woke up this morning to ANOTHER big giant one poop and not in the potty... Really love starting my days this way. I've tried convincing him to go potty as soon as he wakes up, but it must take 15-30 minutes for it to really kick in. Oh well, in time... I hope...

My dh is the grumpy one today. We were discussing what to have for dinner, and I said I'd cook spaghetti because the kids all like it and it's quick and easy. Him: And what else? Me: um... what do you mean what else? Bread? Him: YOu know I never eat just spaghetti! I need something else, meat sauce or something! Me: I thought it was assumed (by now) that when I said spaghetti, it comes with meat sauce.

Well, he decided he didn't want spaghetti and told me not to fix him any, he'd thaw a pork chop later and fix it with some fries or something. He left for the grocery store, I cooked, we ate, he came back and asked where his was... You told me not to cook you any? Him:

He wanted apple pie, so I went to the trouble and made (from scratch) an apple pie (after cleaning up the dinner mess). Ds3 was ready for bed, and the pie had another 5 minutes or so to cook. I asked him to get it out for me in 3 minutes... he forgot it for another 10 and the crust is ... blackened to say the least. He found that hilarious. I can't believe he couldn't remember something for the 3 minutes it took me to get upstairs, he'd already forgotten.

I'm terribly frustrated with him right now. He sits at his computer all day long (ALL DAY LONG) playing online poker and watching TV. He never talks to me, and if I talk to him I might as well be talking to my wall because he doesn't hear it anyway. Absolutely and totally frustrating! I have no friends around here, only my mom, and she has assured me that I am far more patient than she... she said both he and the TV would have been in the yard by now had she been married to him . I try to busy myself with the kiddies (that's not really difficult) but the evenings sure are lonely after they've slept.

So I spend a lot of time talking to myself, blogging, and trying to convince my desk to talk back to me... Blah.

So I went to the dr today, signed in, waited 10 min to get my blood pressure and weight checked, went back to the waiting room for another 10 minutes... Went to a little room and was instructed to pee in a cup, waited a few more minutes... a nurse came in and measured my belly and listened to the baby's heartbeat, and left. I waited another 10 minutes or so for the dr to come in and say "Everything looks great, see you in 4 weeks!" Now I remember why I prefer midwives. He literally spent less than 30 seconds in the room with me, and yet I'm sure he'll bill my insurance for a full visit. On the bright side, the nurse told me that if I needed/wanted more time off work to simply call next week and they'd have the paperwork ready for me at the front desk. They make it too easy on a girl!

I've been so moody and grouchy the past few days. I just can't seem to get over it. I don't know if it's hormones, heat, or having to put up with dh far more than usual that's getting to me, but something is driving me up the wall and I can't quite put my finger on it. I'm just fussy!

Ds3 sang his whole abc's today all by himself! Can't believe his memory, it kills me. And he woke me up to another big one giant poop this morning
. Maybe that's why I'm fussy, waking up to that will certainly not put one in a good mood first thing in the morning! Oh well, in time in time...

Can't believe it but I'm going to be 17 weeks already on Monday. Time flies! I have my 20wk u/s in a few weeks and will really have to decide if we (read me) want to know the gender. I want to keep it a surprise, but I don't know if I'm strong-willed enough to not let them tell me! Dh wants to know of course. It might help me get used to the name if it's a boy, and stop worrying about it if it's not. Something to think about I guess.

Off to bed for tonight!

It's HOT and HUMID and STICKY and ICKY! I'd love to have a big ole pool in my backyard right about now! Dh kept turning off the a/c this morning, which may or may not have contributed to my semi-major meltdown. I was really fuming pissed, and really couldn't pinpoint why... still can't! But I think I'm over it now...

Ds3 woke my up this morning with: "MOm I made a big GIANT one poop!" And he did. He had a pullup on from just waking up, but it was no match for the giant. He had it everywhere, from ankle to back, bed, floor, stairs, everything he had come into contact with on his way down the stairs. That's a great way to start the day.

Dh kept letting him go outside, and then leaving him there . This is a common argument of ours, as we do not seem to agree that 2 years old is not old enough to be outside alone. Dh thinks it's no big deal and he'll come in eventually. We live on a busy street to boot, and I really don't trust ds3 to NOT run into traffic let alone all the crazy idiots out there, getting lost, wandering off or whatever. No... just NO!

Then I'm cooking breakfast and ds3 has wandered upstairs... dh goes up to check what he's into, and comes back down to tell me the bathroom looks like a pool because he's been playing in the water. Did he even attempt to clean any of it up? No, of course not, just informing me of the mess that awaited. Of course I didn't realized this (I just assumed if he found it he'd clean it) and so it sat until the next time I went up to pee and almost killed myself sliding across the bathroom floor. Luckily it's a small bathroom and I hit the wall before anything else .

I asked dh to go to the bank for me on the way to work, but he couldn't because he was busy watching soccer... So me and ds3 went. Then we went to lunch with my mom, and I bitched to her a lot and felt much better. Dh went to work and ds3 and I came home and took a nap in the nice a/c and we both feel much better now .

Dh just came home from work, and I hope for the rest of the evening to be stress-free. Big time thunderstorms coming, which I love but dh is afraid to death of; usually I'm sitting on the porch and he's yelling from inside "You're crazy, get back in here!"

Better get on my porch, I hear the thunder rumbling!