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Speaking of things that aren't the same anymore...my LJ friends list is in need of some serious updating. I'm fairly certain that the vast majority of the people on there don't even use or check their LJ anymore. So...I don't care if you never comment, hardly even read this anymore or whatever the case may be...if you would like to remain on my friends list, please leave a comment so I don't delete you.
Stolen from Curtis, because my top one is actually the job I want to have, hahaha. Very Cool.
1. Go to http://www.careercruising.com/.
2. Put in Username: nycareers, Password: landmark.
3. Take their "Career Matchmaker" questions.
4. Post the top ten results

1. Director of Photography
2. Animator
3. Desktop Publisher
4. Interior Designer
5. Cartoonist / Comic Illustrator
6. Director
7. Set Designer
8. Costume Designer
9. Artist
10. Graphic Designer

At least it looks like I went to school for the right job for me...now if only the kids would hurry up and grow up so I can do what I'm "supposed" to be doing with my career.

Jun. 26th, 2007

*insert usual bitching here*

Apr. 17th, 2007

A week ago another pregnant girl I know asked me what my biggest ailment was during this pregnancy. I didn't answer her email, but I would have said that it was the fact that my tailbone was locked up, as previously mentioned a zillion times, and that it fucking hurt like hell not to be able to walk properly, especially with a 14 month old who is constantly begging me to pick him up. Well, I was wrong. That wasn't my biggest ailment.

Today I had emergency surgery to remove a large & hardening blood clot inside the wall of my rectum. Yup. Fun stuff. Embarassing to say, because ass stuff is always a giggling matter when you're like 10 years old. It's definitely not funny, I can promise you that. On a pain scale of 1-10 with 10 being the pain of unmedicated labor, it's coming pretty close at about an 8.5/9. It started last week when I REALLY couldn't sit or walk properly anymore, and it felt like shards of razor sharp glass were up my butt. I went to my OB for my regular appt and she sent me immediately to my regular doctor for a referral to the colon and rectal surgeon. The surgeon met with me today and gave me this big speech about how this can occasionally happen to pregnant women due to all the pressure of the baby sitting so low and cutting off blood supply and blah blah blah. He said that out of 15 women he sees for this, he'll only treat MAYBE one of them during pregnancy, because pregnant women bleed a lot more and there's a huge risk of hemmoraging, blah blah blah, so you'll probably have to wait until 6 weeks after delivery before we can even consider doing any kind of procedure...then he examined me, took one look and said "Oh Honey, we need to take care of this TODAY."

I told you it was bad.

I'd say that the worst part was the numbing shots (yes, this is a local anesthesia surgery. For the record, I'm now a HUGE supporter of the idea that NO surgery should ever be performed on you while you're awake O_O), but that was what I said before they wore off. They did hurt like hell though. Eight shots inside my ass of something that hurt like hell. He did warn me that they were going to hurt though. He just kept saying "Whatever you do, DO NOT move." I had to bite my knuckles until they were bleeding, and even that couldn't stop me from screaming out in pain over and over again. Then came the actual surgery part, which only lasted about 15 minutes, but I could feel it, even though it didn't really hurt all that badly at that point. I could feel him giving me my stitches, which was uber creepy. It actually felt fan-fucking-tastic once I was all numbed up. I came home and cleaned up the house for a bit until it started to wear off. The dr warned me that once it wore off I'd be in "considerable pain" for the next week.

So, now it's all worn off, the pain is 10 times worse than it was before the surgery, and I'm throwing up my pain killers because I've never been able to tolerate Vicodin. Which is probably a good thing since Vicodin is supposedly a class D drug (meaning proven fetal risk) once you're full term, which at 38 weeks, I am. It does say class D "at high doses or for prolonged periods of time," neither of which it cares to elaborate on or define any further. I only took one, and I didn't intend to take any more, but the pain is SOOO intense I needed something more than Tylenol. I figured one Vicodin wasn't a high dose or a prolonged period of time. My body cared to differ, and I've been hanging over the toilet for an hour throwing up chunks of the apple I ate to help make it go down easier on my stomach. Fat chance.

If anything can go wrong with me, it will. I've proven that time and time again. I hate this. I hate everything.

Desperately Seeking Opinions... EDITED

I am now 28 weeks pregnant and no closer to choosing a baby name than I was 28 weeks ago! We've been over and over the name books, but we're completely stuck! We've narrowed down the list to 14 names that we think we could probably live with, although we don't really LOVE any of them (Okay, I LOVE Jack, but Mitch thinks it's just okay. He LOVES Travis, but I'm not really a huge fan of it). So...since we're not getting anywhere in this naming game, we'd really like some opinions on the following names. The middle name (if it flows well enough with the first name) will be Miller (possibly Dean or Grant if Miller won't work). It needs to sound good with older brother Sawyer Barrett. HELP!

So what do you think of...

* Dylan - added for new opinions
* Noah - added for new opinions
* Ethan
* Travis
* Zachary (Zack)
* Jack
* Tyler
* Trent I just don't like this one enough
* Isaac "Too bibley" says my baby sister, and I think she's right
* Slater soooo didn't think SBTB until it was pointed out O_O I was thinking Dazed & Confused, not that that's any better :P
* Carter
* Jake
* Derek
* Parker 24 hours later, Mitch decided he hates this one
* Declan (pronounced Deck-lin) I think Mitch is the only person who still likes this one
* Nolan - we don't really like this one too much, but everyone else seems to love it (well, except for the comments here heh)

Frustrated Beyond Belief

I want to name this baby, but there's just NO name that Mitch & I love enough. We've been over and over this for weeks now. Someone just name this kid for me...please? (hint, hint - please, please, please give me suggesions! and I want to see your name list again Soph - I only looked at the girl side last time, which was obviously a big mistake!)

Dec. 4th, 2006

So, this afternoon is my big ultrasound. Hopefully the baby will cooperate so we can find out whether it's a he or a she. I'm really feeling like it's a girl this time, but since life always likes to prove me wrong, I'd probably put money on having another boy. I thought that Sawyer was a boy the whole time, so maybe I'll actually be right about the girl thing. I honestly don't care if it's a girl or a boy this time. Two boys that close in age would be cute, but having one of each would also be nice, especially because I'm not going to have any more. My body SO can't handle going through this another time. I'm just anxious to find out what it is. I can't believe this pregnancy is almost halfway over already. It's really gone by fast this time. 2:00 can't get here fast enough...
The best days are the days when, like an unlit glow stick, it's nothing much to look at and nothing really special. Then, all of a sudden, something inside of me snaps and shakes up my reality a bit. I'm not sure, as usual, what it was that twisted and opened up inside me. All I know is that for this breif minute, I am glowing...and it feels nice.
Mitch's grandma died this morning. She complained of chest pains, closed her eyes and died at 2 am. She was supposed to get her new pacemaker installed this morning. The funeral is already scheduled for tomorrow at 3:00. Mitch wants to, err, he feels he should, go since he's her only grandchild and all. He's flying out in the morning, going to the funeral, and flying home tomorrow night. It's going to just feel like he was at work for a long time that day. Only not. It's all very strange. I don't really feel anything about it. I'm not sure I'm even supposed to. She called me the other day, and I didn't call her back. Most people might feel badly about that, but I really don't. Hmm.
quite possibly dying. haven't kept a sip of water or anything down in days now. dropping weight like mad. at this rate i'll be down to 2 digits in about 3 days. hunger is eating away at me like i've never experienced before. hurts to breathe. chest pains when i lay on my left side. head weighs a zillion pounds and throbs like hell. room won't stop spinning. exhausted from days of dry heaving. can't keep my meds down. vision is foggy. haven't even showered in like four, maybe five days, because i can't stand up very long without wanting to pass out. mitch says i literally look green. how long can i survive like this?