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high as a kite

I keep having random dreams about people and stamps and things being on the back of things. I tried to catch a spider in a glass, but it got away. I said goodbye to her over and over again, but she never does leave. I had a horrible nightmare about the president declaring the vice president as the ultimate leader. I cried in my dream and woke up terrified.
I went to the Long Beach Kite Festival fir Lynn Meadows and we were busy. They didn’t have any crafts or anything for kids to do there except for a kite making workshop and us, we were making windsocks from paper bags. We were busier than the kite-making table. I came home and went straight to bed and didn’t wake up until around 8:30 this morning.
As soon as I get a free few hours I need to research cord blood banks. I am going to donate the stem cells from my baby’s cord; I just have to find a good bank to donate to. The doctor gave me a brochure about it, which gives me a starting point, but I don’t know what to really look for in a cord blood bank. I suppose I just need to look around and then make some phone calls and talk to people.
I will post some pictures I took of all the kites at the festival. It was very pretty. There were a ton of them and you could see it into the next town. That’s about it so far. Later.

There is a little person inside me.

This is our first glimpse at our child. The top one is a profile shot and the bottom one the soon-to-be-human (nick name Bean for a couple of reasons: the size and a character in a book that the bean may be named after if Bean is a boy. So far I think the names will be Annabelle Skye for the girl and Julian David for the boy, Julian is the name of a character in an Orson Scott Card book and his nickname is Bean, thus "the Bean") is looking at you with his/her arms by the head. In about 8 weeks we should know if Bean has a pee-pee or a bagingo. Just thought I would share. We are so very happy. The Bean was doing a little dance while we were looking at it. I forgot the video tape which kind of sucks, but we will get it next time. We still have a little while to go. Now the date is creeping back toward Nov. I think they said the 29th, but because it was within a week of the original Dec 4th date they would keep the due date then. Thats about it. I have to go get ready to hang out with people. Yay! Cookout and movies. I am excited about getting out and doing something. Later.

back on shedule. yeah, that's right, shedule.

I do not envy people who have to make schedules. Things keep coming up: what about this? Who is going to do that? Bah. I am just working on the faith that it will work out in the end. The end is just a day away.
Why does the text seem better in this box than in the microsoft word box? I guess writing little things in Word make the page look mostly empty.
Baby is moving long nicely. I really like my ob/gyn (lady doctor as my former coworkers would say). He is really cool, and I didn't think I would like a male doctor. He wants to check on me every 2 weeks to make sure the little one is growing at a good, healthy rate. I actually don't mind. I would rather go to the doctor every 2 weeks when it is about my child.
I've really wanted fish, cottage cheese, a lollipop, and chocolate milk. Not all at the same time, but separately. I have quelled my cottage cheese, fish, and lollipop craving over the last couple of weeks, but, man, do I ever want some chocolate milk.
I have to miss Micheal's graduation on Saturday because of work, but congrats Micheal. Now you have a worthless degree, just like me. We should form a club. I am trying ever so hard to get this website up, but I am working 40 + hours a week, as is Joel and as soon as I get home I am in a vegetative state, so not a whole lot gets done. I am thinking once the festival is over and things start settling into a routine at my job (like that will ever happen) I will be able to focus a little more. I think I am only going to work part time for a while. I have been mulling it over whether to go for the 40 hours or not, and I think cutting it back would be for the best. I was going to do it after the baby comes anyway, but this way maybe I won't be tired all the time. I think it makes them nervous for me to work 40 hours a week. What was the point I was trying to make? Oh, yeah. I don't envy people who have to make schedules.
Here's an interesting link I found hunting around on the internets. It's called Fall Down Six Times and it is The Worst Case Scenerio. It is amusing at parts and down right frightening in others, but either way, this guy has a point. That is all. Out.