So. Steve is acting oddly lately. Really odd.
As in, he's being lovey-dovey, and really sweet towards me. And while it touches me, I ponder the change. I think the transformation happened when he and I went in for the Ultrasound. Ever since then, he's been so kind, loving, concerned, and just plain nice that I'm kinda wary.

Not that I don't like it.

I'm just disconcerted that he's behaving so well. I'm obviously taking advantage of it: the "I love you so much" every 3 minutes, the long hugs, the sweet kisses, the puppy love eyes, etc. I feel pampered and beautiful.

So I'm not complaining.

In other news...some of my customers are completely retarded. For instance.....
C: I would like to take off my package from my account-it's too much hassle. I want to keep all my features-but take off the package.
M: Ma'am, doing that would raise you're bill by almost 15 dollars. Are you sure? This package gives you discounts on all our other services, not only that, but it gives you several of your features for free.
C: I don't care, I want it off. It's a hassle.
M: Do you mind if I ask you why? It's saving you money and billing everything in one place.
C: Because I don't get to see the itemized charges on my bill.
M: Would you like me to tell you how much each item costs outside of the bundle?
C:
M: Okay, well....

(5 minutes later)

...and so to conclude, your bill, with taxes, would actually be $18.00 more than what you are paying now, after taking off all the other features that came free.
C: Okay, do it.
M: Are you sure ma'am?
C: Yes. thank you. Good bye.
*click*

Oy vey. She's trying to save money, because she was pounding away at a calculator the entire time, but instead the raised her bill 20.00's, and lost several free features. And lost her promotional discount. Her next bill will be higher because they will charge her at normal rates, and her taxes will fluxuate to accomodate that.
But she didn't care, and refused to listen. Whatever. If she's too stupid to realise that, then she can pay the extra 20.00 a month.

In other news, an epidemic has swept our building: the "your mom" epidemic. Even now, I can hear people say: "Your mom is a bowl." It makes no sense, but everyone laughes. So I suppose I can't condemn them too much.

That's it. I'm done for now.

Bathrooms are gross. And not just any bathrooms: WOMENS bathrooms. Yes, women. Our bathrooms are so gross and disgusting-and from our own species! It's sickening.
I have been holding my tongue-but seriously, gross is enough. But when it gets to the point when I walk into the bathroom and then I get so grossed out, I have to run to a garbage can to throw up (because the toilets are disgusting!) we have an issue.

At work, women use those nifty little seat covers. It's almost a status symbol. If you don't use them, you aren't considered a hygenical perfectionist. If you do use them though, every shift, every tense moment can be heard rather loudly.
That isn't what bothers me.
What bothers me is the hygenical snobs will LEAVE the stupid covers on the toilet, or slightly in and slightly out. And they don't flush. At all.
So I walk in, and we have 3 stalls. I never noticed it before, but now that I'm pregnant I'm at my desk and the bathroom about the same amount of time. In the 3 stalls in the bathroom, we have numerous bathroom issues. For one: Stall one you have to hold the door closed while you go about your business.
The Second stall you have to lift the door slightly in order to get the door to close.
The third stall, the toilet seat that you can lift will slide off to the side and usually makes the poor pot-sitter extremely disconcerted. They usually end up exclaiming, or emitting a loud fart they were trying to keep in. Neither is amusing when you're waiting in line. Because then that person, in their mortification, wont come out. They just stay in there hoping we'll leave, use different stalls, or go to another floor.
So I walk in today, and in the first stall, someone had been hygenical, and really wanted to share it. the toilet seat was still half on the bowl, and they didn't flush.....at....all. So not only were we able to see that said person was on their montly, but they also had gone number 2. That was the first stall. I was upset already. In my defense: look-if you want to stop butt cancer that's dandy, but do you have to leave it? If your so afraid of contracting diseases, then grab some toilet paper, and then push down the offending handle, and then drop it in whilst swirling. It's a thought.

The second stall was inhibited-by the one person that annoys me. I have yet to meet this person face to face. She always waits me out. But she goes in, sits down, and then, to cover the sound of her piddling, she pulls out toilet paper. Rips it off. Does God knows what with it, and then repeats the process. The entire time. I just want to yell, : I can still hear you peeing! Really! I promise! IT does nothing but annoy me!

The third stall I hate to use. There are quite a few women who are handicapped and have hard times, so I hate using it. Now lately, I can come out looking pale and holding my bulging tummy, and they just look on sympathetically. But had I not been prego, they'd look at me with forlornly judgemental eyes. Which sucks. So I fear third stall inhabitation.

Then they don't wash their hands. And we use keyboards. We touch stuff on desks. And we don't have assigned desks unless we are awesome. (Like me ) Not only that, but it's just gross. It's not hard to take a few minutes and suds up. Really.

There are the cell phone dwellers too! They really tick me off. They go into a stall into the bathroom, and just talk on their cell phone. Thats it. They go pee, while talking to someone on the phone. Then they just sit in there for the entirety of their break or lunch and talk away about how "Mom sucks" or "bills suck" or "I'm breaking up with you."

Work bathrooms suck. I asked Steve if he had any complaints about mens bathroom, and he said no. Everyone aimed well, and washed their hands. That's all he cared about.

Ugh.

So I'm actually getting my motivation back at work, which is great, considering I have been seriously slacking in that department. Just haven't wanted to get organized or motivated. I just wanted to have some peace. I should make sure I'm here on time and schedule each day off from now on. Doing that will save my PTO and I will then be prepared for my dual with slacking. By taking a few much needed days off to enjoy my lack of motivation, I'll get bored and want to come back asap. :) Perhaps. Work was good today though. I had a list of sticky notes lined up on my monitor today that I needed to get through-since I slacked and manuevered for the last three days. And I only have two left. One is to organize my desk. I've realised that organising my desk or anything is the bane of my existance. I hate doing it. Hate it. Alas, I have to start being organised for the baby. Although I do worry about Steve and if he'll help out around the house once the baby comes. I'm afraid I'm gonna be so tired that doing anything other than sleeping, showering and being with the baby will be detrimental to our relationship.
Not sex-wise-I mean just good ol' relationship wise.
Though, these last few days have been rather extraordinary with Steve. He's been loving, and sweet, and when he looks me in the eyes I can see the love. Last night he held me all night long, and I felt so safe in his arms.

Oh, I forgot to mention: my room mate got engaged last night! WOW! We went to a jazz club, (which the food was atrociously expensive) and Jen was already engaged when we got there. I had tried to get there as fast as possible, but Taco time was atrociously slow (we wanted to eat before we got there because it'd be pricey food) and then the street we wanted to turn on was blocked off, as was the next one. So we had to drive WAY up, and then WAY over to get to the club. Then we had to park, which we found out was 8.00 to park for like an hour. I was peeved. We were trying to SAVE money. Then we couldn't find the club, and then when we finally did, the elevator took forever, and then when we walked in Jen launched herself at me and shoved her gorgeous ring in my face, and I was bitter. I had driven, and gotten dressed in a cramped car, and all sorts of hells, only to miss the engagement....by mere seconds. UGH.
I was rather upset.
Then Steve said, "I have to go to the bathroom."
And didn't come back for almost 45 minutes. I nearly killed him. NEARLY.

Then we drove back home, talking about stuff that was slightly in depth.
But it wasn't really a night that either of us wanted to talk about that. It just didn't seem like a good night. We just comfortably were together. Then we went home, and I asked Steve to snuggle with me, and gave him a massage, and both of us fell asleep. It was nice. We woke up the next morning, had breakfast, and went to work.

What ticks me off though, is that Steve's brother, Danny is a couple of years younger than Steve. Danny is a great guy. Really, you can't find much fault in him. He's polite, good looking, funny, gracious, and selfless. He isn't necessarily who bothers me-so much as Sharon and Robert. Everytime Steve and I go upstairs now: "Danny has to work at 5:00 in the morning, so you guys need to be extra quiet. He has real work to do." As if us taking calls in a billing center for a very hated phone company is a bad thing-or not a real job.
Danny is working a metal plant, and comes home exhausted and stuff, and we go to work at 10:00 and don't come back until 7:00 or later. We used to work the 6:00-7:00 shift. Danny would have stayed up all hours and played games, laughing and trying to get Steve to stay up with him to play more video games. And Steve would. So Steve would go to work exhausted, (which is his fault, granted) and no one would say, "Danny, you need to be quiet, Steve needs to sleep." But then again, they have blatant favorites, and Steve isn't the blatant one. In fact, he is the nag doll. If there is something wrong, it's Steve's fault.
I just hate it when they do it. Last night, we came home, exhausted and tired, and Sharon was all, "Danny has to get up early tomorrow, so you guys need to be really quiet." As if we were gonna go upstairs and be obnoxious. Whatever. It's not so much that we need to be quiet, we would've been, regardless. But they do EVERYTHING for Danny. They paid for his schooling, (they didn't pay for Steve's) they bought him a car, they buy him a ton of stuff for lunches, and tell Steve not to touch it. Danny is almost 20 years old, and they pamper him. You should have seen him at Christmas. Steve got a shirt. Danny got a shirt. And a watch, some authentic Japanese artistry, bracelets, Cd's, games for his Xbox, etc...

I know it isn't fair. I know Steve hurts. He pushes it away, and says it isn't a big deal, he was rebellious and that's probably where things went wrong, but I don't know. I just-the sooner we move out, the better. *sigh*

To end on a happier note, tonight we are going bowling!! To me that is an exciting thing! We love bowling. And pretty soon, it'll be the only fun thing we can do. Steve likes it, and so do I!

Wow Guys! I didn't think that looking at stuff for a son could be so much fun! It's cool to finally stop referring to the baby as 'it' or 'the machine' or something. Now I can say Alex. Although, I like Xander for short. We'll have to see what happens on that though. Depends on his calibur-or personality.

I'm going to look at stuff tonight for invitations for the baby shower. It's exciting to me to see that sort of thing. I know that Sharon, (Steve's mother) has a plethora of construction paper that I could use-I just need ribbons and envelopes or something.

Perhaps it might be easier to just get envelopes.

This might be harder than I thought.....

Ladies and Gentlemen, I have had my ultrasound, and it has been excellent.

*drumroll please*

It's a boy!!!!

We're both happy, and have decided on Alexander Maxwell! It'll be most wonderous, and now I can finally start buying baby clothes unabashed and without reserve.
Muahaha.

I have a ton of pictures from the ultra sound and I am rather pleased with the look they have. I plan on putting the pictures in a scrapbook and keeping everything in there for him when he gets married. :)

Other than that, not much else happened.

Went to visit my mother and tell her the news and she hugged Steve and I think he was slightly awkward, but he got over it.
I love that man so much.

Going to start looking at baby clothes.