Saturday, March 21, 2009

20 Weeks

I'm already 20 weeks! I can't believe it!

I'm pretty much in maternity wear by this point. I can still wear several of my tops, but my pants are packed up and put away (with a tear in my eye - I'm not going to lie - who knows if I'll ever even see those again??). I'm still at that awkward stage where I don't look 100% pregnant - in fact, I just feel fat at this point. I'll just sound selfish and honest at this point - I don't feel like I look good and it is depressing. I worked SO hard to lose weight a couple of years ago...and to just feel fat (as opposed to pregnant) isn't very encouraging. My skin isn't "glowing," either...the kids have commented on how sick I look, and I'm sure part of that is the fact that I was sick for pretty much the whole month of February. I just feel like a sallow-eyed, fat mess.

I called one of my friends crying about how I just felt fat and gross (which in turn, made me feel selfish - because I'm supposed to be HAPPY at this point!) and she really made me feel like I wasn't alone and stupid. I'll blame it all on the hormones because I'm allowed to do that. I'm just ready for Amelia to "pop" so I can go ahead and have that proud Mama Belly.

I'm obviously showing enough, however, because the kids asked me this past week (and everyone else on the planet - they probably asked the principal) this week if I was pregnant. I went ahead and told they would shut up. Seriously. They drove me CRAZY this week! I was not happy with them and let them know it...poor kids. But seriously - it is so rude to ask a woman if she is pregnant.

So...there is my 20-week confession. I'm a real person, with real (albeit selfish) worries, flaws, and fears. If my blog was always roses and sunshine it wouldn't be nearly as interesting. So there ya go. I am really excited about this pregnancy - and I know when I see that sweet face of Amelia's it will be worth all the pain, weight gain, and other loveliness that comes along for the ride. I'm allowed a little grouchiness now and then, right?

I'll try to update a little more often. I would like our updates to include pictures. I can normally take pictures myself of topics to place on the blogs ...but I have to have Jerm around to take pictures of me, so it gets a little complicated. He has been pretty busy with soccer season. We go for another ultrasound in a couple of weeks, so I'll show new pictures of our precious Amelia then!

Scary School Ghouls

Last Friday, our front office at school got a call from the television show "Ghosthunters."

For years, there has been a rumor circulating around the Internet saying that a girl was killed by two boys in our 8th grade boys' bathroom, and that the bathroom is haunted. Supposedly, the bathroom stalls shake and toilets flush for no reason whatsoever.

I can readily promise you that as a teacher at this school, the only ghost that might invade this bathroom is the Ghost of Missed Aim - and it leaves a overwhelmingly smelly urine smell and residue throughout the restroom.

The front office secretary tried to explain to the "Ghosthunters" show representative that the rumor was not true and that she had been at the school since its opening and would know.

The response from the show was: "Well, we read it on the Internet."

Ahhh, yes. The Internet. The the purveyor of all truths.

Our secretary didn't even let "Ghosthunters" talk to our principal, so they got a little feisty - they found our principal's e-mail and sent him a message. They begged him to let them come to the school and debunk the the myth (or prove it) and get some footage of the aforementioned bathroom.

Truth be known, this made me and my buddies at school giggle. My buddies happen to LOVE the show "Ghosthunters," so they were super psyched at the idea of a genuine tv show coming all the way out to little ol' Rabbittown. One of them sent the principal a note and begged him to let the show come. We all know the story isn't true, but we felt it would still be cool to have our stinky school bathroom featured on television. I already felt for the poor camera guy who was going to brave that bathroom for hours at a time trying to capture the best angle of the urinals.

We felt we needed further we dressed up. Like ghosts.

Using butcher paper, staplers, and a Sharpie (a teacher's bff), we headed to the boys' bathroom to have some shots taken of ourselves to try and convince our principal. We entered the boys' bathroom - and then went immediately to the girls'. We couldn't handle that smell! For some reason, we found this whole situation rather hilarious at 5 in the afternoon on a Friday - don't ask me why. I laughed so hard I almost cried.

Here are the results. I find them really spooky myself!
I scared myself looking in the mirror! Ahh!!
I'm the scary short ghost!