2 More Weeks and counting . . . .

Whoa!!!! Mom that is gross!

Yes, I know what you are wondering? "Damn she is big!" Yes, I am. If you don't know by now I only give birth to futballers. Jude was 9lbs/9ounces, so I am thinking this one might be 9lbs or bigger. They say the second one is always bigger. Lucky for me :)

Well, we have two more weeks to go. 8am Valentines day I am scheduled for a c-section, which I am not happy about. I hate going under the knife !!! I got a c-section with Jude because Ms. hippy, herself wanted to be natural and went to a midwifery center. I had no drugs at all, fifteen hours natural, two hours pushing in the hot tub, and ended up at the hospital with a c-section. Can we say pissed? I went for so long natural and ended up with drugs and surgery. Please tell me how the midwives did not know I was carrying a big baby. I swear they tried to kill me. So, this time around it will be a scheduled c-section, which is pretty weird. I think choosing your child's birthday goes against all aspects of nature. I understand they have to do it this way because again, it looks like a big baby.

So, I have finished up school and I am taking a break this semester to welcome our child, but I am bored out of my mind. I am so use to being busy and as much as I bitch about it I love being busy. I am such a fat ass right now that I can't put on my own shoes, I can't bend, I cannot carry anything heavy, and all I do is sleep. Can we say cripple? Jared has been so amazing helping me. I know I should enjoy this time before a screaming baby enters my life but I HATE being so dependent. This is my hibernation period and I have my family hibernating with me. I feel so bad for them but in return for helping me out and being so supportive I told Jared to go and bond with his old college buddies in Costa Rica for a week. He deserves it and he has not seen those guys forever.

Well, I am going to take a nap now and chill out to some Joni Mitchell. Next time I blog I am sure Zen will be here.

Later!

I love my people but . . . .

I am sure every one has a time or another where their own people get on their damn nerves. The Chinese are my roots and I love them dearly but god damn they can annoy me as well. You see we live in a Chinese neighborhood. It is 80% Chinese. That is what I love about this neighborhood the most. I have all of my Chinese grocery stores right around the corner, I have dim sum two blocks away, I have great Chinese friends, and my son goes to a Chinese school where he learns the language and has a high standard of education. These are all the pros and trust me the pros out weigh the cons.

Here are the cons:

• It seems the older generation Chinese have no respect for space.
• They push me when we are on the street, in a restaurant, or any where else for that matter and do not say sorry.
• The other day in the grocery store an old Chinese woman pushed the shopping cart into my pregnant belly.
• Stop signs!!! Oh forget about it.
• They will steal your parking spot right in front of you and look at you like you did some thing wrong.
• Oh this is the best one I was standing in line at the Chinese market the other day and this cute little Chinese old lady walked right in front of me and put her stuff down. I said, excuse me, she smiled at me and paid the cashier. Then she turned to me and picked up one of my items and said, "Me ol' lady gimme dis one and go get another one, can't walk dat good."

Cute my ass!!!! My mouth dropped and I was in complete shock. That is pretty damn brave if you ask me. The worse thing is she was such a cute little old lady and she used that shit to her advantage. My girlfriend was with me who is also Chinese and I asked her what the hell is their problem, especially the older ones? I know the older generation can be very difficult. In my family for instance my older Chinese family members drive me insane. There is no changing them. They are always right and you have to accept it but this took the cake. My old Chinese relatives might be close minded and stubborn, but atleast they have manners. I don't know if I was walking around with a sign that said, "Hit me please, or Push me please, or just forget I exist please!" "No, I am not pregnant. I am just a fat ass!"

Well, My friend told me that I have to understand that most of the older generation here is straight from China. They hardly speak English and they are used to a culture where it is millions of people and always crowded, so they have to push and be nasty to get where they are going or they will get trampled. It is survival for them just to cross the street. After she explained I totally understood but it still pisses me off when I am the victim. I am so pregnant and bitchy these days I don't want to end up stranglin' a cute old lady. So how do I solve this problem? I will just avoid every old Chinese person I see. I will cross the street, go to the other side of the super market. I will avoid them as much as I can, so I do not put myself in that position.

In my next post we will see if it worked. If I am bloggin' from jail then you know the mission failed.

MIA ..... Update.

After a long break I am back! Yes, it is the slacker. We all know I am awful at updating my blog but this time I have a valid reason. Does pregnancy justify? Since my last post I was busy finishing up school, finals, papers, etc. I finally finished by mid December with straight "A's" I might add, sorry but I have to flaunt it. I have always been a "C" student my whole life, so now that I have become a nerd I am proud of my "A's." My husband makes fun of me and calls me a geek. What he doesn't know is that geeks rock!

What am I studying you may ask? I decided to return to school after losing interest in fashion. I had my degree in fashion before I met my husband, but since he knocked me up I had a revelation. My career in fashion sucked fetching people's coffee and it is such a shallow field. Who am I helping? Oh, I help some idiot look good... Where is the challenge in that? After years of staying home with my son I realized I love children! Trust me it was a shock to me too. Before my son I honestly could not stand the little brats. I wanted no part of it and now they are my life.

Well, this is why I decided to go back to school to become a teacher. It is pretty cool and I love it!! My classes are so controversial and you know I love controversy. San Fran is the best place for an education and the teachers here are amazing. Anyways, you might be wondering what took me so long to return to school. This is the messed up part, because I went to an art school I was advised I would have to do my schooling all over. They would not accept the credits from my previous college because Fashion and Art is not a real degree I guess. They consider it vocational schooling. So, for all of you out there who is attending an art institute please rethink it. I know they are the best art schools but if you ever chnage your mind down the road and what to change careers you are screwed. The worse part of it they are so damn expensive. I have this huge student loan and not even working in the field I studied.

So, knowing that I had to do four years of schooling over was not appealing. So, I procrastinated and procrastinated until four years went by. I said, "Shit all this time I sat and complained about doing four more years of school when I could have been finished already." So, I went back finally.

So back to my explanation of not updating my blog, sorry for my rambling. As I mentioned before I was finsihing up school, then the holidays rolled up on my ass and kicked me hard. Our holidays were sweet but busy with shopping, shopping, and more shopping. I shopped myself into a mental state of misery. The holidays are way over rated. Trust me shopping and pregnancy do not mix.

The holidays were over and the new year rolled around. Jude went back to school. His schedule became busy again and my energy was not existant. The days Jude is in school I sleep. So, I am so sorry blog world but you were the last thing on my mind. The only reason I have some time to blog now is because my husband has been killing me with football. I am sooooooooooooooo over football. I knew there was a reason he bought me a flat screen with surround sound for Christmas. It was all his plan..

So, peeps I gotta go hit the ice cream parlor for some pistachio ice cream. I will try to blog one more time before I give birth but until then take care. The big day is Feb 14th, 2007 at 8am. A frigin C-section... I won't even get started ... That is another story for another day.

Peace-