3/23/2012

So we have one of those really annoying portable dishwashers, because we live in an older home (circa 1934) with an older kitchen. My fiance loves the dishwasher, but I find it to be more inconvenient than anything else. Still, I guess it is better than washing by hand...at least that's when he hooks it up.

There are two things K has to do in the house. 1. take care of the litter box, because I can't and 2. hook up the dishwasher.

Today, I finally decided to give it a try, because it has sat full for two days. When K needs a plate, he gets one out and washes it, instead of running the dishwasher. I can't handle this. I want the kitchen clean, because I know we're going out tonight to be with friends in remembrance of a friend who died two years ago today.

So, I wheeled the dishwasher across the kitchen to the sink, pulled out the the black double hose, with the attachment that looked easy enough to attach to the faucet. I put it on, turn on the water, and it popped off, spraying water on me! I tried again, only to get the same result. Don't they say you are crazy if you do the same thing again, expecting different results?

After the second attempt, I threw the hose in the sink, then went to the living room only to find my cat, Isabella on the ottoman, with my glass of water overturned. My Fit Pregnancy magazine was wet, as were all of the remote controls. I picked up the tray full of water and wet remote controls and went to the kitchen. Threw the remotes on the counter and dumped the water in the sink.

The hose waited, with a smirk.

With a deep sigh, I decided to attempt the damned thing again. This time I was careful to attach it to the faucet. I even gave it a gentle tug to be sure it was attached. Turned on the water and again it sprayed everywhere and the hose popped off. With that, I sent an angry text to K asking how to hook up the damned thing and told him it has sat in the kitchen full for a few days and I'm sick of it, then I pushed the damned hose back in its slot and wheeled the monstrosity to the other side of the kitchen.

I walked to the bedroom, laid on the bed and bawled...as I cried, I kept thinking, this is crazy. It's just a dishwasher...my hormones are out of control today.

And of course they are.

On a plus side, I felt my first absolute, no doubt baby movements on the 20th while I was lying in bed on my right side! I guess that was my gift for enduring the insomnia I've been battling for the last week or so.

The dishwasher may make me cry, but these pictures make me smile. 

This is my favorite baby bump picture so far. Weird, but I love 'kinis! 

15 weeks

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I've spent the early part of the day working on wedding things. I finished all the cones for the candy bar. At least I finished all the ones I could with the paper I have available right now. I want to get more, but it's pouring rain outside and I don't feel like going out. The rain sounds wonderful from the house. I may just take a nap. I did finally sleep better last night, but maybe I still need to play a bit of catch up after all the insomnia lately and the rain may be my ticket to an actual nap. I can seldom nap.

Planning a wedding and planning for a baby is a little tougher than I thought it would be. I feel like I'm pulling myself in a lot of directions. My mind is never clear really. I am always thinking about and/or worrying about something. Maybe that's the reason for my insomnia?

I am excited about everything...it's just a lot to do and a lot to think about.


I'm happy. My tears are dry. K called and told me not to worry about the dishwasher...he'll take care of it when he gets home and tonight we will hang with our friends, so that's good.

Hormones be damned!
I'm going to make the most of the rest of my day!