Rodeo time

Its been a while since I've posted pics of my kid, so here you go.
Since I'm cripple now you know my parents took Brandon to the rodeo. Notice the outfit. Apparently taking Brandon to the rodeo meant they had to go buy him Wranglers, cowboy boots, and the most cowboytastic Wrangler snap up shirt you ever did saw!

Papa and Brandon at the fair

Brandon on the roller coaster. He refused to get off and was so mad he had to wait in line. Then once he learned he would get really excited to get off and get back in line and go again and again and again.

Brandon and Papa on the carousel

Look I'm still on the roller coaster Weeeeeeeee

This fucking balloon now lives in my house. It is taller then Brandon and wider then most of my doors. He drags it alllll over the place. Notice his boots and shirt in this picture. I guess he made my dad carry him all around the fair on his shoulders, while holding the damn smiley balloon guy. The next morning he got up rushed to the balloon and brought it to me screaming bawoon bawoon bawoon like I had never seen a balloon before. Did I mention they were at the rodeo until midnight? I guess they showed Brandon that giant four story slide and he wouldn't stop going down it. So finally at 11:45 PM when I called to see if my child was still alive they were carrying him out kicking and screaming. He then road home with that balloons legs wrapped around him in the carseat because he refused to put it down! What a wonderful night for Brandon.

O for fucks sake

Did some one tell my husband about my shopping while on bed rest? Because for some reason the damn fucking Company Store website won't fucking load this morning and its ass though my husband called them and said BAN MY WIFE FROM YOUR WEBSITE..and my first order hasn't even arrived yet. Goddammit I want to order more shit people!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'm giving it five minutes before I make someone else log in as me to help me spend my money. Dammit I need more shit people!

Updated to add: Finally got on to the website and the slut whore website didn't remember my credit card which means I had to get up and go find it. Why are they making it so hard for me to give them my money!

and round and round we go

This morning I woke up to cramping and more bleeding. I had a little on Saturday that was just small stripes when I wiped (sorry graphic) but today there is enough that its actually making a mark on my panty liner. It seems like its dark so part of me doesn't want to worry. Since I am already going to the doctor tomorrow I would really like to avoid having to go today to. I'm not going to call unless it turns bright red and there is a super way lot. I kind of adjusted Brandon in bed this morning and I helped him onto the toilet so maybe that was just too much for me. Anyway it is starting to seem like getting off bed rest this week is a snowballs chance in hell DAMMIT!

A game brought to you buy NYC Girl

So NYC Girl told me to Google "Shannon needs" and then post the best ones and comment on it. So here goes.

Shannon needs to learn how to soothe her moods with something other than food WHO TOLD YOU THAT? HOW DID YOU KNOW
Shannon needs her own show! HELL YA MOODY PREGNANT CHICK ON BEDREST..I'D WATCH IT
Shannon needs a surgeon SO YOU NOTICED MY THIGHS AND SAGGY TITS...THANKS GOOGLE
Shannon needs a little help with the English language FUCK YOU VERY MUCH
Shannon needs information on responsible sexual behavior HUH I DIDN'T GET PREGNANT FROM KISSING
Shannon needs to be more vigorously investigated by the Irish SHIT HOW DID THEY KNOW I STOLE THE LEPRICAN AND LEFT THE POT OF GOLD
Shannon needs to end that mindset immediately WHICH ONE...I HAVE MANY MINDSETS TODAY
Shannon needs the most work vocally NOW THATS JUST NOT NICE...I SING FINE LALALALA
Shannon needs to take things more seriously A HORSE WALKS INTO A BAR
Shannon needs to rest MORE REST, FUCK YOU GOOGLE
Shannon needs to take a look at her spending WHO TOLD GOOGLE ABOUT THE 400.00 BEDDING SHOPPING SPREE
Shannon Needs To Be Used GOOGLE YOUR A NAUGHTY NAUGHTY LITTLE BOY
Shannon needs a fresh coat of paint and some plants ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY I NEED A TAN AND A BREAST LIFT

About the scrapbooking

Ya'll keep telling me that I should try scrap booking. First let me say that I already scrapbook. I actually have enough supplies to rival any creative memories person I know, and yet I always need to by new stuff at the store. Here is the thing. In order to scrapbook I have to sit up and lean forward. This is the equivalent to going to work, and is also not considered LAYING DOWN! So that idea is vetoed.

On to knitting and crocheting. I have tried ummm the one with the little hook needle thing about 5 times. I CAN NOT DO THIS! I make a chain and then I turn stupid. I haven't yet tried to one you do with the chopstick thingies simply because I'm not allowed to go to the store and buy the chopstick thingies.

Othere things I have been banned from doing by my husband and parents:
Going to any kind of meal
Leaving the house
Cooking dinner
Playing with Brandon
Anything fun

However they have no problem torturing me with hours of Noggin and Dora and those damn talking hands uma and ubi or whatever. I HATE THE TALKING HANDS!

What I did on my bed rest vacation

Cristina wrote me today and asked what I have done while I've been on bed rest. The following is a list of stuff I've done on bed rest.

• Learned that bed rest is two words...tried hard to stop typing bedrest...already wrote it three times this post
• Watched copious amounts of Baby Story and Bringing Home Baby...both of these make me cry
• Watched a ton of What Not to Wear and 10 Years Younger
• Read blogs..the few of you who posted...side note GOOD JOB Emery for keeping me busy every day last week
• Ate loooots of food
• Peed a way lot
• Read magazines
• Cooked dinner ONE damn time and made myself bleed again
• Watched husband play video games....whine that husband can't find cord to hook up old school Nintendo for me to play.. Pout pout
• Watched non stop Food Network
• Laid on every cushion of my couch
• Myspaced
• Sidewalk chalked with Brandon for about five minutes before being told to come in
• Checked mail...on days I remembered to
• Spent an obscene amount of money online ordering sheets and bedding...husband is going to kill me!
• Stared at Babies R Us website for hours at a time
• Looked to no end for perfect diaper bag
• Emailed Jen about 398059845 times, in an hour
• Yahoo Messengered
  
• Complained I was hot
• Whined I was cold
• Clipped my finger nails
• Promised my mom for the gagillionth time that I was laying down
• Learned gagillionth is not a word!
  
• Wrote this blog

I'm sooooo boring huh?

SERIOUSLY!!!!

HOW ON EARTH IS ANYONE SUPPOSED TO BE ON BED REST WHEN THE PEE EVERY FUCKING HALF HOUR???????????
HMMMMMMMMMMM?

Tales from a hungry pregnant woman

5:30AM wake up. I'm hungry. Have 2 mini cherry donuts

5:40 Have another mini donut

5:50 have forth and final donut (become to lazy to capitalize the front of the sentence)

7ish stephanie mentionsegg salad sandwhch MUST HAVE EGG SALAD SANDWHICH

730ish sit on couch wishing eggs would cook themselves

8ish realize ooooh hardboiled eggs make me think of deviled eggs

820 realize that i am now to lazy to put colon in time, go to kitchen to see if we have eggs see avocado. realize cant live without guacamole and chips for breakfast

821 realize no tortilla chips in house, heart dies a little

830 realize we probably don't have full container of eggs, try using laser vision to see if we do...laser vision must be on fritz

840 husband tells me he thinks there is a full carton of eggs in there

845 think i'm too lazy to look behind half empty carton of eggs for newer fuller eggs

850 go to kitchen and make soy sausage patties forget to look for eggs while in there

851 make son french toast sticks, wish i was eating french toast sticks, but ewww why would i eat those?

930 realize soy sausage was not guacamole or hard boiled eggs....wonder why the eggs haven't cooked themselves

932 remember that i throw up eggs when i'm pregnant, wonder if its worth it....only worth it if eggs cook themselves

933 wish i had some of that yummy spicy cheese in a can to dunk lays in..but i don't because i ate the whole can last week

934 wonder if internet thinks i just eat a bunch of garbage (i dont really the other night there was roasted asparagus and healthy food i promise)

934 and a half remember other artichoke sitting in there....could boil artichoke while i boil eggs

934 and three nope now 935 i better open the fridge and see if anything new is there be back

935 boiling water for eggs and artichoke, wonder if i should salt water for artichoke, decide that i will. take eggs out of carton making sure to leave them distributed evenly as to not make egg container lopsided

937 wonder if i salted water or not...oh well salting it again fuckers

938 put eggs in pan and cover it...try to remember to listen for water to boil

939 search for special knife to cut off top of artichoke cut off and search for lid to small pot

940 realize live with small toddler lid has to be somewhere finally find it under ultra large pan, wonder if i should be lifting all those pans?

942 put on vanilla scented deodorant

943 smelling deodorant makes me want yummy vanilla cookies

943.5 realize hate vanilla cookies and pout now

945 realize neither of the things i'm cooking are going to satisfy urgent hunger NOW fuck still need to find something to eat

946 son just came up to me making kissy face covered in self applied suntan lotion...lips now taste like suntan lotion, that did nothing to help appetite

946.5 realize this list is so fucking long shit shut up and just eat something already you skanky pregnant whore

947 i'm done with list now..really i swear

947.75 done with list and my stupid pregnant ass still hasn't eaten!

All better

Brandon has learned that when he gets hurt he can come up to me for a kiss to be all better. So this morning he bumps his head and then runs over to me and shoves his head in front of my mouth and then head butts me till I kiss it a bunch. This is followed by him saying All bewwer. I didn't know he said all better but I guess he does. I much more prefer his head in my face though. Last night he kept hurting his feet and shoving teeny toes and feet in my mouth and all I could think was, "just kiss his feet and try not to think of how he was just walking out side in the sand where the cat pees!"

You know your a parent when...

You wake up singing

Bridge, tunnel, cho co late tree

Bridge, tunnel cho, co, late tree

If you aren't a parent then you wouldn't know that is the fucking theme song for one of the directions for Dora the Explorer, Dora dora dora.....

AAAAAhhchhhhchjhkjh what a horrible way to wake up!