My back has been killing me lately. I mean really killing me.
Not the "I'm pregnant and my back is sore" kind of killing me, but the "Every time I bend over it feels like someone is stabbing me. Please kill me now." kind.
My doctor sent me to physical therapy (AGAIN).
Yesterday was my first appointment.
The therapist confirmed what I was fearing- I have re-ruptured my disk.
FUN.
I expected to have back problems while I was pregnant, I was just hoping they wouldn't be this bad this soon.
I'm already having a lot of trouble sleeping and I'm only halfway there. My physical therapist was kind enough to tell me that my sleeping situation will only get worse as my pregnancy progresses.
GREAT.
Also, I was scheduled for my pre-natal yoga class yesterday. I was looking forward to it because I thought maybe it would make my back feel better. I stood outside the locked studio, in the cold, for 25 minutes waiting for the instructor, but he never showed up.
AWESOME.
Oh, and the therapist told me that I can't do half of the yoga moves I've been doing anymore. And I can't lift any weights except for 5lb. dumbells.
I had this vision of me being one of those toned, in-shape pregnant chicks. Apparently that's not going to happen.

I just hope that my back doesn't get so bad that I have to go on bed rest.

Posted by torrie at 11:27 AM | Permalink | Comments (10)

When someone callls you to tell you that they just found out they are having a girl the first words out of your mouth should not be "Oh, I was hoping you would have a boy".

Posted by torrie at 11:09 AM | Permalink | Comments (14)

IT'S A GIRL!!!!!!!!!!!

Or at least that's what my doctor thinks. The baby would not stop moving around. Her little arms and legs were flailing around. We are having another sonogram in two weeks and they will confirm it.

Of course my email is not working. So I can't email anyone to tell them.

Posted by torrie at 05:45 PM | Permalink | Comments (29)

Tomorrow we are having a sonogram to find out the baby's sex.

I am so excited.

I am also nervous, because this will be the first sonogram I've had in six weeks. My breath will be held until I hear a beating heart. Although, if this bump is any indication, things are fine.

As most of you have noticed there is a poll for guessing the baby's sex in the left sidebar.
It's your last chance to vote!

Posted by torrie at 11:12 AM | Permalink | Comments (10)

So, there's this guy who lives in my building. He has a dog, so I see him quite often as us dog people tend to hang in packs.

He ALWAYS wears shorts.

Hot= shorts
Cold= shorts

Last night it was 37 degrees with an even colder wind chill. He was wearing a sweater, a jacket, a hat, and SHORTS.

I do not get this phenomenon.

Does it really take that much more effort to put on pants then it does to put on shorts?

"Man, I am tired. Thank god I only have to put my legs through this short piece of fabric!"

Is he claustrophobic, but only in the calf area?

"Oh my god! There's fabric touching my calves! Get it off! GET IT OFF!"

Do his muscular calves produce a huge amount of heat compared with the rest of his body?

"I feel like someone set my legs on fire from the knees down! Someone, get me some SHORTS!"

I. Don't. Get. It.

My husband went to college with a girl who ALWAYS wore flip flops or sandals. Even in the snow.

I see guys who walk around in the freezing cold without a jacket on because hey, jackets are so NOT cool.

I don't get these people. They'd rather be freezing than lose their cool factor by wearing jackets, or shoes, or *GASP* pants?

And the people who claim they are not cold- unless you are pregnant- I DON'T BELIEVE YOU.

Posted by torrie at 02:55 PM | Permalink | Comments (10)

-When your good camera lens breaks the week before Christmas, when you have a thousand picture related activities scheduled.

-When you are a back sleeper, and you can't sleep on your back anymore,

-When you order Chinese food and they forget to give you packets of duck sauce. I NEED the duck sauce.

-When you get your favorite organic orange juice from the ONE place that sells it, and you pour yourself a big glass, and it's rotten.

-When your hair can't decide if it wants to be curly or straight.

-My husband's work schedule. Working 30 hours IN A ROW is not cool.

-Dust.

-People who say "X-Mas" instead of "Christmas"

What's annoying you?

Posted by torrie at 01:14 PM | Permalink | Comments (19)

Because my father is not doing well and I just keep thinking I hope he can make it until the baby is born.

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Because I certainly don't know what the hell to call it.

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We watched this awesome documentary about animals from conception through birth last night.
Three different animals were featured- an elephant, a dolphin, and a Golden Retriever.
We were watching the segment about the Golden Retriever when they showed the male dog basically performing oral sex on the female dog before he mounted her.
I immediately paused the TV and turned to my husband-
"See! More proof that Golden Retrievers are the best breed- Foreplay!"
The husband just blinked at me in disbelief.

This was not the first time I had seen a male Golden Retriever being sexually generous.

Posted by torrie at 11:42 AM | Permalink | Comments (4)

Remember this?

Well, there were many phone calls back and forth between me and the gym. They couldn't find a class for me, so they decided to give me PRIVATE LESSONS for the same price I had paid for the group lessons.
I can not even tell you how awesome this is. I had my first lesson today and it was so great to have the instructor watching my every move, making sure my form was perfect.

It's about time something actually worked out for me.

On another note- I have been really spoiled by the unseasonably warm weather. Tomorrow the wind chill will be in the teens. I am going to spend my evening trying to teach Dexter to use the litter box, so I don't have to leave my apartment until it is warm again. Wish me luck.

Posted by torrie at 09:28 AM | Permalink | Comments (7)

I have no idea what I'm doing.

I don't know what CSS is.

I don't know HTML.

I've had the same mast head for over a year and as much as I love it, I'd love to change it up every once and a while, but I don't know how.

Hell, I don't even know how to change the colors on my blog, let alone create a new mast head. (I'm also horrible at Photoshop.)

Movable Type is like a foreign language that I just can't understand.

Also, every time I publish a new post it tells me there was an error.

I have a couple of people who I have asked MANY stupid, computer related questions, and they've been so patient, but to be honest I think they're sick of me.

So, is there anyone out there who speaks the mystifying languages of Movable Type and Photoshop who'd be willing to help me?

Please?!

Pretty Please?!

Have I mentioned that I used to be a pastry chef and I make the best cookies in the world?

Posted by torrie at 11:13 AM | Permalink | Comments (7)

-This one stood outside my bedroom door and screamed every thirty to sixty seconds for the entire two hours.

-This one used the kitty litter, which is in the bathroom located right outside my bedroom door, which consists of him scratching and kicking the shit out of the litter box for twenty minutes.

-The phone rang twice.

-The cell phone rang once.

-My husband's beeper which was in the guest room (next door to my bedroom) went off and than continued to beep every sixty seconds for the remainder of my "nap".

-This one licked his paws incessantly.

-The people who live next door came home and let their heavy, metal front door slam, so my whole apartment shook.

-My head exploded.

Posted by torrie at 05:53 PM | Permalink | Comments (7)