Showing posts from August, 2008

Don't Phone Me

I'm not interesting right now. In fact, I'm the complete opposite of interesting. Actually, the only word I can think of isn't an opposite, but I'm feeling so gross I'm not even sure if I care whether my word is an antonym or not. This has to be a sure sign that things are going down hill: A lack of interest in parts of speech and grammar.

I'm repulsive. Or at least I feel repulsive. Or repulsed. Which in the end is closer to being an antonym of interesting than I thought. Or at least interested. Where was I? Repulsed.

I'm repulsed by everything. And if you phone me I'll tell you about all the things that are repulsing me right now. Or I might just tell you I can't talk because talking makes me want to vomit. And then, after I hang up the phone even though I'm bored and want to talk, I'll lecture myself about how I shouldn't feel sorry for myself because somewhere in the world there is a pregnant widow with 6 children who has to get up ev…

It's all over but the crying... And the puking.

The daycare search did not, needless to say, go well. The story I mentioned below was the grand finale of two days of phone calls and visits, with things going from blah to just plain rotten. I came home after the talk with the girl that thought I was crazy (who happened to be my last hope) and cried a little, wrote my blog post, called the school to give them my answer, and packed up to go to the lake.

We had a great time, aside from my constant companion: Nausea. Ahhhh... The pleasures of pregnancy. It's so fun to choke down my favorite foods like I'm on an episode of Survivor trying to eat Balut faster than the guy across the table from me.

Speaking of Balut... If you don't mind a little swearing, okay, a lot of swearing, here's a website I stumbled across this afternoon while I was trying to figure out what those duck fetus things were that people always eat on shows like Fear Factor. It made me laugh. And gag.

Am I Freaky-Crazy-Paranoid?

Tell me the honest truth here. I can take it.

Working with children my whole life has meant I've had a lot of police record checks run. I've always just assumed they went part and parcel with being put in a position of trust with children who aren't mine. So it seemed normal to me to ask people who run daycares if they've had one done, and if the adults (spouses) living in the home who will have contact with my children have had one.

Today I totally freaked out a girl running a daycare out of her home by asking for one. She was completely offended and couldn't believe I would ask that. I'm not exaggerating. I thought she might cry at one point. She says she's never had that asked before and that if I couldn't trust her she didn't want my children in her home.

Um. Okay. Take a step back here Becky and analyze the situation. Have you gone off the deep-end? I always thought a police record check was the bare minimum you should do when hiring childcare …

I Want Both

First of all, kudos to me on making it through five hundred blog posts. I missed throwing myself a big party, but the last post was the big one... My five hundredth post. I'll have to try to remember to have a party when I make it to a thousand since I missed celebrating my hundredth post too. Oh well.

In other news I'm considering going back to work full-time. I was offered a perfect job at a nearly perfect school teaching in a grade two classroom till the end of March. This works out perfectly for me since I would want to go on maternity leave at the end of March anyways. And, if I'm working full-time I could actually go on a paid maternity leave for the first time ever. Which would be fab.

I'm having trouble deciding what to do though. I want the job. I want the money really badly, but even more I want the classroom. I want the little grade twos. I want to work at that school every day in my very own classroom. I really want it. And we need the dough.

However, I also…

You Guessed It!

ATTENTION MEN: For those of you who are uninterested, and quite possibly uncomfortable with a post centered around ovulation, I've posted a video at the bottom. Just scroll through all the stuff about making babies. The rest of you can read on.

More than a few of you have asked for details about the Willems-on-the-way. So here they are... Or at least, here are the G-rated details.

Because I am a copy-cat by nature, I put a little ticker over in my sidebar so we can all keep track of how FAR I have to go. I stole that idea from my sister-in-law Melissa, who is also expecting. Actually, pretty much every one I know seems to be expecting. My Aunty Carolyn is expecting again too. Which is wild because we were pregnant together with Ben and her first son Ethan, and Sam and and her son Connor are only a few weeks apart. Like I said, I'm a copy-cat, and I couldn't stand for her to be pregnant again without me.

Actually, this baby has been in the planning stage since the new year. I&…

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