I'm very alive. I know I haven't posted since uhh.....I don't remember, but are people really reading this shit anyways??? Whatever. Anyways, a lot has happened. Let's see....Isabel turned two, the husband left me for a while because I'm an idiot, I went on vacation to California to work things out with the husband, while there, we got pretty drunk and I got knocked up (don't worry, we had already decided that things were fixed), husband didn't want to go back to Utah, so I went home, got Isabel and all of our shit together and moved to San Jose, which is pretty much hell on earth for us, and now we're going to shimmy on over back to Utah because I've decided it's really not as bad as I've always thought it was. *SIGH*.
That brings me to today. I'm sitting here, with all my stuff packed counting the hours until I can get the hell out of here. I'm almost 18 weeks pregnant (I'm pretty sure it's a boy)! But I have no fun ultrasound pics to show you because, as I implied, this place is freaking stupid and of the two "doctor" appointments that I've had, I still haven't had an ultrasound. I have already talked to my OB/GYN's office in Utah, and they are getting me in as soon as possible. (Oct. 4th, but if there's a chance they can get me in sooner they're going to call me.) More on the crappy health care another day. Tomorrow morning my mom is flying in and rescuing me, baby, and Isabel. We've already reserved a rental car and we're gonna haul ass back to Utah. Cangrejo is going to stay for a couple weeks to finish up at his job, and then he'll be coming home to us.
So, that's what's up. Expect more posts from me, because it's already cold in Utah and my pregnant ass won't have anything to do.