I have turned into a neat freak

I don't know how it happened, but I have never enjoyed cleaning so much in my whole life!

Maybe its because I really like my townhouse, maybe its because its a distraction from my schoolwork.

But, whatever it is, my house is pretty clean. I just hope I can keep it up.

At any rate...

I will be job hunting very soon, and I have never been so nervous. I will be grateful for any opportunity I get- you have to start somewhere. But, I have no idea who I am competing against.

I guess I will just have to bring my A game no matter what! Wish me luck.

I Should be More Like Xena

Ok, so not only can I not walk home from the pool, but I also can't go to the gym by myself.

I was followed from my apartment to the gym by three hoodlums who felt wearing a shirt was optional.

Can I just say, I am sick to death of not feeling safe in my own place of residence. Just because I am a woman does not give you the right to:

1. hit on me whenever you feel like it

2. Corner me in a public (or private) place

3. Make crude, crass or demeaning comments about my body, even if I am pregnant!

I thought that moving to a nice neighborhood would at least give me a false sense of security.

I have been here less than a month, and feel even more powerless than I did in Orlando.

Not that this is a new occurrence- I was followed from my school to my house (2 whole miles!) several times by creepy men in cars, on bicycles, and on foot.

Can someone please explain to me why this is socially acceptable?!?! Please?

I should have the right to come and go as I please, particularly in my own neighborhood.

I should not feel threatened in any way. I fail to understand why any man (or boy) thinks that they can behave this way. Society has done something very wrong here.

I should be more like Xena.

Ok, I just wanted to put a public service announcement out there:

DO NOT call a pregnant woman fat!

If you do, you might loose a limb, or your entire h

ead!

A little background: I managed to venture to the pool for the first time this summer, and as I am walking home, I hear "Hey, you gettin' big ain't ya?" I turn, and there before me is some punk kid who can't be more than 18 who is coming toward me making circular gestures around his stomach.

I am obviously rather insulted, and turn to him and I say, "Excuse me?!" he goes on to tell me that I am getting big, you know FAT, because I am pregnant ain't I?

The nerve of strangers is appalling! What a jerk! Needless to say, I set him straight, and I am confident he will never, ever call another pregnant woman fat.

Needless to say, he needs one of these signs:

So for all of you out there that want to make a comment to a pregnant lady, think before you open your mouth!

Ok, so life has been a whirlwind the last few weeks. After Jaysen and I found out about the little one's impending arrival, we wanted to be closer to family. So, we moved to Charlotte, NC from Orlando, Florida. Let me just tell you, that 13 hour ride in the moving truck was MI-SER-AB-LE.

I have never felt so cramped and claustrophobic in my life.

We left Orlando at 6:15 PM (thanks to a few awesome people who helped us move at the last minute- Thank you Charmin and Krishna!) and didn't make it out of Florida until 10. I should have known that the trip was going to be much longer than expected. Keep in mind, the dog was in the floorboard, and the cat was in her carrier, straddled between the two armrests. NO ONE was happy about this.

When 4 AM rolled around and we had only made it to Columbia, SC, we gave up all hope of sleeping in a bed, and pulled over at a rest stop to sleep for a bit. We finally made it to our new home at 7:30 AM, and I have never been so happy to stand up and stretch in my life.

Ok, so our apartment is really nice, and our neighbors seem pretty friendly. I am still looking for a job, so if anyone wants to hook me up...

I am really hoping that Charlotte will be kind to us. It finally feels like home, so here's to a new start!