Weekend update

Not much happening in the Dee house this past week. A and I just returned from a weekend in Tampa where we went to attend a football game of his alma mater, USF, with a bunch of his college buddies. USF won (yea--but, being as I'm a Florida Gator, I was more excited by UF's whooping on South Carolina for homecoming last night--Go Gators!).

I am still having brown discharge but it's not heavy or pink/red. I've just kind of gotten used to it and now think it's more abnormal when I don't see it on the paper when I wipe or on my panty liner. My Google School of Medicine research found that some women will have brown spotting throughout pregnancy or for long periods of time during pg, so I'm not really sweating it too much anymore. No more bright red blood, no real cramps to speak of--outside of what I term 'growing pains' and which are actually quite mild and very bearable, no rhyme or rhythm to them so I try not to worry too much. I take this knowledge with me as I count down to this Friday's u/s #2. (I did call Dr. Rub's office and tell a little lie about my husband not being able to make it on the 22nd b/c really, there was no way I could've waited 'til then for the next u/s--so they moved it up to 11/19 at 8:15 in the morning.) Come on days, fly by.

While in Tampa yesterday, A's cousin called us to announce that his wife is 5 weeks pregnant. A was his typical considerate self, offered congrats, etc., and hung up the phone. Being on A's side of the conversation, I kind of deduced what his cousin told him and was eagerly waiting for A to pipe up with a reply to the effect of, "wow, guess what? we're 6 weeks pg." (this despite the fact that we've only told a few of our closest friends so far but haven't told his family yet, outside of my SIL).

I wanted A to tell him for the simple reason that this cousin is and always has been completely centered on competing with us (and with everyone for that matter). He has always been quick to brag about something new he bought/did/saw/etc. for so long now that I really wanted A to burst his bubble, take the 'oomph' of his cousin's satisfaction at thinking he had 'beaten' us in the baby race (naively thinking that pg automatically equals baby I imagine; schooled in mc, A and I know that a baby does not always pg make).

In addition to being so competitive and materialistic, this cousin is a vile human being. For years now, he has made inappropriate sexually-charged comments to both myself and my SIL (who he's related to--yuck!). Years ago, when A and I were dating, his cousin even hid in A's bedroom closet and listened to us have sex (I say listened because-thankfully-the closet doors were not louvered so he could not also watch us in the act). To this day, his cousin has never let me forget the sounds, etc., that he heard (and probably whacked off to) that night. He is a repulsive person.

How I hope that he and his wife don't come to know firsthand the nightmare of mc. I also hope that my own pregnancy continues for so many reasons--the least of which is that when we finally tell them we're expecting, he'll realize that we're about 8 days ahead of them time-wise, and he will know then that he didn't "get something" before someone else did. That should drop his pleasure principle a few notches. I'm sure that will incense him but good. This isn't a race, we're not in a competition with them--never have been--but he always has been with most everyone he knows.

So damn, will it feel good to know that he'll probably be somewhat disappointed to hear our news when we finally 'go public.' I guess being the bitter bitch that I am, I take pleasure in causing someone else's discomfort, especially when that person is a selfish, materialistic perverted prig.

Does that make me a bad person? Nah, but it might make me petty--and I don't care.