Baby, Baby!

Remember that song by Amy Grant? If not, here it is:

Baby Baby - Amy Grant

OK, enough with the 90s flashback...

One of my friends from the ATL is unexpectedly preggers. The timing is crazy 'cause she was laid off and has been without a job for a few months, had to move, give away her dogs...all kinds of madness. But everything happens for a reason (or so I've been told, repeatedly).

We were discussing all things baby, and she showed me this list of names she had come up with. I'm convinced this is going to be a girl. One that acts just like her, because you know how karma works. One of the names she picked, if paired with her last name, would be akin to naming your baby Robin Robins. Or John Johnson. Or Richard Richards - you get the picture. I told her that under NO circumstances is she to name that baby like that, or I will come down there and smack her. I know the parents who came up with that stuff thought it would be amusing. It's not - it's annoying! :lol:

Why do we have to get so crazy with the baby names? Some of the names folks come up with are so bad, it's just downright comical. Don't believe me? Check out Babies Named a Bad, Bad Thing! That will keep you entertained for at least an hour. You probably shouldn't read it at work, because the blog author's comments are hilarious, and you will guffaw.

Another thing on my list of pet peeves with adults regarding babies, is the thing with babies' ages. When I ask you how old your baby is, if the baby is not 1 yet, I expect to hear an age in months. If your kid is 2, don't come at me with, "he's 26 months." WTH? He's TWO - get a grip! I don't care if he's 14 months, he's ONE. Smack me, if I ever have a kid and I do this. Maybe I'm just not familiar with baby protocol. I mean, I know the clothing labels are done in months, but that doesn't mean you have to refer to your kid in months. IJS. I might be in the minority on this, but for some reason, it just REALLY annoys me. Maybe I should go around telling folks that I'm 415 months.

I wonder how I would feel if I were in my friend's situation. Actually, there probably wouldn't be any blog postings for a good chunk of time. I'd be in the corner with my arms wrapped around myself, rocking back and forth, repeatedly yelling, "why, Lawd?? Why?" OK, not really. I guess I just can't picture this, because I don't even have any prospective boyfriends in the Rolodex right now. I think my mom has resigned herself to having 6 grandkids...so if lucky number 7 came along, she'd be verklempt - in a good way.

I think if I ever have a child, it will totally be in a surprise manner. In all likelihood, an "oops" moment - which is what I was. Because I can't see me charting ovulation and calling my hubby in the middle of the day saying, "we need to do it now!" My friend K got engaged at the end of 2007. She was busy traveling with her job (sometimes overseas), and planning her wedding. Spring 2008, she makes a quick visit to the gyn, because she wanted to discuss getting her tubes tied. She was 39, so she just figured she and her hubby to be were well past the ripe ages. Well, surprise! Doc said, "you're about 6 weeks too late." When she told me the story about how she just showed out in that doctor's office, breaking down in tears...everything...I was dying laughing. She said they left the appointment and her fiance took her to Bojangles...in the midst of the drive through line, she suddenly went from panicked to excited and happy! Her fiance told her she was crazy. But he married her anyway, and now they have a bouncing baby boy.

K had a happy ending. I hope my friend from ATL has a happy ending. And I hope my "happily ever after" is out there somewhere. :)

I'm Just Sayin'...

I need a spa day, or something. Do they still make Calgon? I need to be taken away. You know you need a break when your main focus is to aggravate someone else. I mean, my main focus this morning was to get here this morning so I could call this woman who had really been aggravating me for the past two days. My intention was to wake her azz up. You wanna call me 16 times? OK, I'm calling you at 6:45 a.m. - deal with that! Unfortunately, I didn't get to call her until 8:15 a.m. my time, which was 7:15 a.m. her time. She was already up. I was really looking forward to that being the highlight of my morning, but she messed it up. Oh well.

IJS...I need people to exercise patience and quit ringing my phone off the hook.

I don't have any days scheduled off this week. My supervisor swore that Miss Annual Stress Leave was coming back this week. I knew that heifer was not coming. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that you don't take stress leave for 3 mere weeks. Come on, now. My whole unit was just over this place, yesterday. My sup came through asking us how were our weekends...I think everybody gave her some lame azz answer. She was real close to getting the Negro-Shenanigans picture handed to her on a post card, signed by the three of us. LOL! I didn't even turn around from my computer. You just assigned me 7 new claims, do you think I am thinking about my weekend? Go sit down. Chick breezes in here around 9:00 a.m., and leaves around 5:00 p.m. I see her coming and going - I get here before her, and 9 times out of 10, when she leaves, I am still here. To her credit, she has figured out when to approach and when to leave me alone. She gets 5 cool points for that.

IJS...I need for some of these managers to take a step back, and remember what it was like to be in the trenches.

I went to Starbucks and got a venti latte...it's one of THOSE days. I'll be lucky to get out of here by 6:00. K.C. is supposed to be down this way with his kids...he mentioned going to the rink today, so he could work on his backwards skating. I don't even know if I'll have the energy, but if he calls, I'll find a way to work it out. This seeing each other 1x per week is really for the birds. But, I guess I just need to exercise patience, right? The man has goals, and he's working hard to achieve them.

IJS...I need a smidgen more romance in my life. I've been on a 4.5 month hiatus...I'm ready to get back in the game.

I'm just so NOT where I thought I would be at 34. No hubby, no chaps, no house...just bills and stress. One of my friends from college has been married for 9 years, and they are about to have their fourth child. A girl I went to HS with, who is about three years younger than me, got married a few years ago and just announced on FB that they are about to have their first child together (she already has a daughter from a previous relationship). Just about everyone I grew up with has an established family life, except for my group of close knit friends (wonder why that is?). Well, my best friend got married last August, but they already decided they didn't want to have any kids. I remember, back in fifth grade, she said she wanted to have 5 kids...and already had their names picked out. LOL! Anyway, I just feel like I'm at a crossroads, and every decision I make over the next year is mad critical. I'll be 35 in January. Don't get me wrong - I am most definitely NOT going out here to randomly get married or issue forth some chaps by some cat I barely know. I'm just saying that if these things don't happen in the next year or so, I'm likely going to have to skip that chapter of life. That's sort of depressing, but it is what it is! I don't see myself popping out kids at age 42.

IJS...I know there are some good things going on in my life as well...I guess today is one of those days where I'm thinking about the not-so-good.

Maybe later I'll write a blog about the things I'm grateful for, and the blessings in my life.