Baby Update

Still no baby but I feel much better. The medications have helped immensely. I have a voice again. (Although some members of my family liked the muted version better, I'm happy to have my voice back.) I'm still not sleeping due the the hacking cough but today seems better. Hopefully tonight will bring some much needed sleep.

To wrap things up, I could physically and mentally have a baby today (if she decides she's ready). I'd much rather wait until tomorrow or the next day but I realize it's not really up to me.

No babies please!!!!

The past two days of my life explained below-

Racking, hacking cough
Slightly stuffy nose
Aching ribs from the racking, hacking cough
Headache also from the racking and hacking
No sleep, yep from the above mentioned r & h cough
No voice, yep you got it r & h

I'm so tired. I can't have a baby right now. The scary thing is that things are progressing as I write. ARG! I actually called the doctor on call to request something, anything for my out of control allergies. He (thankfully) called in a steroid Z-pack thing and an antibiotic. I pray it kicks in this evening so I can SLEEP. All I want to do is sleep, sleep, sleeeeep.

So please, no babies for at least one day. Monday works great for me.

Side note- Does anyone know how difficult it is to rack and hack while in the 38th week of pregnancy? Thank goodness I practiced my Kegels.

I had a dream

Last night I dreamed a crazy dream. While visiting a friend I sang back up for Amy Poehler on Saturday Night Live. I even played the guitar. It was a crazy guitar with an old power cord running through it. Apparently this made it an 'electric' guitar?? The craziest part of the whole dream revolved around me playing an instrument AND singing AND doing it well. I'm not instrumental at all and my singing voice is hideous. People liked me in this dream...as a singer.

Zingers

Ah, Bargain Sale.

I worked yesterday from 10 AM until 5 Pm. Chaos would be the perfect description. Five minutes before the doors opened, one of our clothing racks collapsed. What a mess. We had to delay opening by about ten minutes. Of course the delay upset the masses.

The doors opened. People ran inside. Literally RAN. The Jolo's always cheer, hoot and holler when we open the doors for the first time. I heard cheering and then a few screams as my fellow JoLo's ran for cover from the ensuing bargain buyers. I decided to hang out in housewares to help the one person working that section. OMG. Keep in mind I'm 36 weeks pregnant. People told me to work faster. They needed to move on. Since it was still early in the day, I thought these comments were comical.

Fast forward to 2 PM. Chatty Kathy in the clothing section searches for dressy clothing to wear on an upcoming cruise. She noticed the pregnant belly which made her think of her sister's four pregnancies. She proceeded to tell me deep, dark sister secrets because, "you don't know my sister and probably won't ever meet her". Apparently her sister had four c-sections because she had "THE HERPES". Yikes.

Move on to 4 PM. While helping out in the shoe section a guy walked up and asked if we had any 12 1/2 sizes. I noticed that he was a little slow so I smiled politely and pointed out the men's section. I said if we had any he would find them there. His vehement reply, "well, you're useless aren't you?". That was my snapping point. My response, "maybe you should move along NOW".

I won't even go into all the bickering over $1. Yep, $1.

I was not the only JoLo to meet extremely rude shoppers. One woman shopped for a good hour and complained about everything. She then proceeded to the check out line and complained about the wait. At the cashier, she complained about our sale and fire safety rules. Out in the parking lot she called the fire department and complained about her life being in danger while shopping our sale. The fire chief showed up and wanted to shut us down. Two JoLo's talked to him for a good hour and explained what a complete bitch the woman was. The chief gave us a warning and left.

I should have been at the sale today by 6 AM but last night I experienced extreme pregnancy pressure. I don't think they were contractions but I do think Big Al moved into delivery position. I no longer feel feet up in my rib cage but now feel constant pressure on my bladder. Yay. Every time I stand up, I pray my bladder doesn't give out on me. I'm taking the day off and I think I deserve it. Feet are up and I'm hoping to make it three more weeks.

Befriend your trashcan people!

As I've mentioned before, I'm working this whole week on the Bargain Sale committee through the Jolo's. (I asked for it therefore this is my placement for the year.) Bargain Sale is a huge garage sale. All of the items for sale have been donated by fellow Jolo's. Most people donate things that are clean, brand new, in style, not broken, or something they would not be embarrassed for their friends to buy.

Then there are those people who donate complete crap. I crack up at the people who pre-price their donated goods, even though we asked them not to. They ALWAYS think their junk is super valuable. Really people, who would pay $30 for a beat up, cracked, crappy desk from the 60's? NOBODY. And who donates a used bra? Do you really think someone will buy your old bra and wear it? I'll tell you who donates a used bra, the same person who donated her daughter's Barbie underwear. Yuck. All of these things went in the trash. Why are people afraid of their own trash cans? Toss it people, just toss it.

Don't even get me started on the shoes. Jeez. Some guy got really snooty about his wife's Italian shoes. They were lace and decades old. He would've really scoffed after watching me pitch them. Then there's the mom who donates her daughter's worn out, cheap flip flops. Nobody wants them! I definitely don't want to have to touch them but I will. Just long enough to toss them in the trash can.

What goes through their brains when they decide to donate these things? The Bargain Sale is actually for a really good cause. Most all of the money earned goes back to the community in the form of grants. Personally, I like Bargain Sale because of the people coming in to buy from us. Most of them can't afford brand new things and this sale is like Christmas for them. I refuse to mark up prices too high. I want them to be able to afford several things instead of just one or two things. I also refuse to insult them by offering used bras or worn out shoes. What an insult.

Oops, I'm an idiot!

I know I've mentioned my problem with confusing words. Last Saturday night I mixed up a person. We were at a restuarant and I saw this girl I thought I knew. I spoke to her like I knew her - because I thought I did. After a few minutes she introduced herself to me. My face instantly burned bright red. I've never made the mistake of confusing people. She was extremely nice and I learned she's a fellow JoLo. Maybe that's why she looked so familiar. Still, I felt like an idiot. In fact, I still feel like an idiot! But really, what's the alternative? Next time I think I know someone but I'm not sure, do I pass them with a smile and risk seeming bitchy? What do you do in these situations?