Poor cat.

Who would've thought that Brett and I would actually be cat people? Not me, that's for sure. But a couple of years ago, we took in a cat that our friends were getting rid of. He was a little black cat, they'd taken him in as a stray and named him Darth Vader. Being the nerds we are, we kept the name. It was just too funny to change.

After several months of being cat owners, Vader decided to liberate himself. Brett was disappointed, but not terribly broken up about it. I, on the other hand, was really bummed and wanted to get another cat. About a month or so after he ran away, I convinced Brett to adopt a kitten from PetSmart. She was also black, and so tiny! We named her Evey and took her home.

Right from the start I just loved her! She was so feisty and playful. Brett teased me often about picking the feistiest cat in the litter, and it's true. She had two siblings there as well, and both were more docile than Evey. But I just couldn't help it. At any rate, we really got to love the little fluffy creature, far more than either of us expected to. Sure, she was mischievous at times (like when she would inexplicably knead and entire roll of toilet paper....) but she was so playful and affectionate. She would come over when we'd be on the couch watching a movie and climb up on my stomach and just curl up and purr.

For the past few months we've been debating whether to keep her or find her a new home, since we have a baby coming (and having a pet in our new apartment is incredibly expensive). At length we decided to find a new home for her. It was really difficult, because I didn't WANT to get rid of her. I really grew attached to her, as did Brett. Finally, though, we found a girl around our age who wanted a playmate for her cat, who is about the same age as Evey. So we took Evey over to the woman's apartment. Poor kitty.

I have to admit, leaving my cat with another person was really hard, especially knowing that I'm probably never going to see her again. As soon as we walked out of her apartment, I started crying. Of course, I think I can partly blame it on my hormones, but I am really sad. I loved the little furball.

Brett and I have agreed--no more pets until we have a house. There's no way I want to go through that again. Giving up something you love is way too difficult, even when it is for the best.

I love my family!

So we have had a completely AWESOME month so far. All of the out-of-town sisters either have or will be visiting this month! How cool is that! I love being able to hang out with my family. It's different now that I'm an adult (and much more mature than several years ago). It's more fun, and I really enjoy getting to know my sisters again as an adult, not as one of the 'little girls'.

Sharon, Kristin, and Annette and their families have all visited so far. Miriam and her family will be here next week. We've had so much fun! It was especially great to see Kristin and Scott and their boys. We haven't seen them in four years, and they had never even met Brett. It was really cool to find out how many things we have similar tastes in (like music). Go figure. Also, I have to say, I LOVED having Kristin cook. I'm always so jealous of her posts on Facebook about the amazing things she's been making, so it was really fun to be able to sample some of her delicious food! But it's probably a good thing she hasn't been here throughout my pregnancy, because I would probably be a whale by now. A really big whale. It was kind of funny, because Brett mentioned something about the Johnson girls liking to cook, and either Sharon or Kristin said that it's because we love to eat! How true!

Since Brett and I still had to work, we didn't get to do a lot of the day activities with everyone. But I did get to go to the Zoo with Sharon, Kristin, their families, and Mom and Heather. It was a lot of fun, although it was really hot. I was careful, stayed in the shade when I could, and kept hydrated (plus wore a hefty sunscreen), so it actually wasn't unpleasant at all. I loved seeing how excited my nieces & nephews got about all the animals. They were especially cute about the penguins, although that may have something to do with the fabulous temperature of the Penguin House. After the Zoo we had a little picnic lunch/dinner. It was fun to sit and talk while the kids ran around playing hide & seek. Also probably a good thing that we ate so late, because Sharon and Shellie helped me make Polynesian food for dinner, and it takes a while to make. So technically we had dinner at, like, 8:30 or so that night. But surprisingly, the Poly food was a fairly big hit. I was really proud of the kids for trying the stuff, I'm sure it was a little...scary.

We didn't get to see a whole lot of Annette and Joseph and their kids because they were also up this way for a wedding, but we did get to hang out for a little while. We celebrated Heather & Kristin's birthday with a party (and some amazingly delicious food....thank you, Kristin). It was way fun to have the sisters there, as well as several of Heather's friends. We played Werewolves, which is kind of like Mafia. I'd never played either, but it was a lot of fun!

I'm looking forward to seeing Miriam and her family next week. I'm sure there will be more fun tales to tell!

So much to catch up on!

Okay, so I'm going to completely bypass the fact that I'm a complete slacker and just move along with my post. :)

It's been really hectic the past couple months. We found a new apartment and moved, which is great because of course we need more room for the baby when she makes her appearance. I HATE moving, and it's always a really stressful time for me. Even more so this time since I couldn't help out very much as most of our furniture (and many of the boxes) were too heavy for me to lift. Fortunately Brett was great about it, and we had a couple of really fantastic friends come over to help us for a few days. Thanks, Liz and Dustin! Brett and Dustin managed to move all the furniture and most of the other stuff, leaving just some odds and ends for me to finish up, which was just fine. Long story short, we got out and got the old place cleaned up in time, and now we're nicely ensconced in our new place. It's been kind of slow going, getting everything where we want it, but we're almost done now. Finally!

Also, we finally got the crib & mattress ordered. I had been waiting til after we moved so that I could have it delivered to the new apartment (rather than having to move it with all our other stuff), and last time I went to place the order, it was out of stock! I have to admit, I freaked out a little bit, because they never give you a time frame for how long they expect it to be out of stock. So of course my prego brain starts going crazy and worrying about not having a crib, etc. But it's all good, I decided to check yesterday and it was back in stock! It was a little irritating, because they were supposed to email me when it came back in, but they never did. At any rate, I ordered the crib I want, and the mattress to go with it. I'm totally excited! I guess I'm really starting to feel the nesting urge now, because I just want to get things done! I know I'll be able to relax more when I'm not worrying about all of this stuff.

There's so much more to write about, but I'm going to make separate posts so it'll be easier to read.

I'm such a slacker.

It's been just shy of a month since I've posted last, which means I've totally been slacking off. Yikes. I would make my point again that I don't feel like anything big has happened, but since that's my usual justification, we'll just gloss over that and get on with it!

Pretty much everything is the same here. We're both still working, and Brett's still in school. The semester will end in a few weeks (yikes!), so I'm sure he'll be studying like crazy for finals pretty soon here. Other than that, we're honing in on a new place to live and just trying to stay sane!

Some fun things that happened over the past month:

Brett and I drove up to Ohio to spend Easter weekend with his parents. I really like going up there. It's been kind of strange since they moved away, because I got so used to being over at their house all the time. So at any rate, we like making the trip (plus, we got some more delicious baklava!). We went up for a long weekend. We took a nap after Brett's class and got up in the very wee hours of the morning, then drove through to Ohio. It actually worked out really well, so we may be taking this approach rather than the drive-all-night-and arrive-very-early-morning approach. A lot of the time we just hung out (and watched General Conference), but I think the most fun thing we did was go to the Air Force Museum at the Wright-Patterson AFB. It was so cool! They had planes from the Wright brothers all the way through to modern times. Brett especially is a bit of a nerd when it comes to military history, so he really loved seeing the WWII planes. They even had a cockpit you could climb into! (I was surprised, not only that I fit, but also that I was able to get back out with very little help!) There was also an area on space stuff, including a capsule that had been to the moon, and some missiles. We actually took the tour, so it took us about three hours or so to go through the three hangars (which were, as you can imagine, ginormous). It was so fascinating, and the tour guide, having been in the military and actually flown planes, knew so much! I loved it. We got some cool pictures, and generally just had a blast. It was a bummer to have to come home and go back to work.

One not-fun thing that happened in connection with our trip to Ohio takes a brief backstory. We had planned on doing laundry right before leaving, but it turned out the water main for the lease office and several surrounding buildings had busted, so we ended up taking our laundry with us to Ohio. (Cheesy, I know, but it really needed to be done.) Everything went fine....until we realized the morning after we were home that we'd left a load in the dryer. The load with all of Brett's work shirts and my scrubs. Yeah. Not so cool. Fortunately Brett's parents were nice about it and mailed them to us, so it wasn't completely disastrous. (And can I just say, Barbara knows how to pack a box! I really had doubts when I saw the package, and Brett just sort of laughed at me, like, "oh, ye of little faith". I don't know how she managed it, but she did!)

The only other thing that's really happened in the last month is my appointment this past Tuesday. Everything is looking great with little Amy. I had to do the glucose test (which would have been less miserable had it not been orange-flavored, which I HATE), and I'll hear by tomorrow if I passed or not. I'm assuming I did, since I haven't really been having any problems or symptoms of gestational diabetes. So everything is going well, and my belly is definitely growing! It's a little irritating to hear some of the incredibly insensitive things people say, but by and large I'm able to ignore them. One funny thing Brett and I discovered yesterday: my belly button totally pops out when I cough now! Brett was putting lotion on my feet (what a fantastic husband), so I was lying down looking at him (past my stomach) when something made me cough. I noticed my belly button popping out when I coughed, which made me really laugh. He thinks it's weird and is a little freaked out by it, but I think it's cute. At least the "snooze button" hasn't actually popped yet! (Though I'm sure it will soon. Me coughing is probably just previews of coming attractions.)

Well, hopefully I'll have more interesting things to write about soon!

I love food.

So, how about a happy non-baby related post?

I really like food. I love cooking (most of the time), especially baking, and I really love to eat. It's just fun! I know that makes me sound like a cow, but I can't help it! I also really love hearing about the things my family cooks, like my sister Kristin who lives in Utah. She Facebooks a lot about what she's made for dinner. I somehow always manage to read it when I'm hungry, and my mouth starts to water every time! Everything she makes just sounds so yummy!

I also have really fun memories of food when we would go to visit my sister Sharon when they lived in Kentucky. She would make such fantastic desserts! Yum....I really want some chocolate truffle cake now. Also, I remember having a Passover dinner with her family once. That was really neat, and something I'd like to do again.

I have lots of opportunities for fun cooking/baking. I really love making treats at Christmas time. Especially fudge, which is so easy and so delicious! Also, there are some traditional foods in Brett's family that we make, like Czech food at Christmas and baklava at Easter (which we'll hopefully make tonight, yum!).

I was really excited for St. Patrick's Day this year, because I've been looking forward to making corned beef and cabbage. I remember having it growing up, and I always loved it. Last year I attempted, and as I recall, the meat was sort of on the tough side. I think I overcooked it that time. At any rate, this year I let the beef and cabbage cook in the crockpot on low all day, and then made some red potatoes when it was time for dinner. It was so delicious! The meat was perfectly tender, and the cabbage was tasty. The potatoes were good, too, but it was really the corned beef I was looking forward to! We're going to get another thing of corned beef to make, because we really want to make Reuben sandwiches, but now we don't have enough leftover beef. Because I ate it. I couldn't help myself, it was amazing.

I'm also really looking forward to summer when berries are cheaper again. I love fruit and yogurt bowl, and I'm so ready to have some yummy smoothies! I love berries, and peaches, and I'm really excited to eat lots of them! I seem to crave fruit all the time these days, so it'll be nice to actually find some good produce without spending an arm and a leg!

About the apartment complex (Sorry, it's really long)

I said I'd post about this, so here I go. Some people I've already talked with about this, so sorry if this is old news!

We've lived in our current apartment for just shy of two years. The first year wasn't terrible, although I wasn't entirely thrilled with the maintenance, which was rather lax. Just after we resigned our lease, the apartment above & across from us, which had been unoccupied for quite a while, was rented.

Anyone who knows me will know that I am certainly not racist, and I try really hard not to judge people based on stereotypes. The people (either 3 or 4 actual residents, it's hard to tell because there are so many going in and out of that apartment) who moved in are from eastern Europe, and it's terrible, but the most accurate description I can come up with for them is Eurotrash. I know it's mean. But really.

Shortly after they moved in, we noticed that they were throwing trash off their balcony onto the ground in front of the building. And cigarette butts. And beer cans. And glass beer bottles. We reported it to the lease office several times. The time we found the shattered glass bottle in front of the apartment, it took maintenance 48 HOURS to come clean the glass up from the sidewalk and nearby grass. So there was quite a history of us complaining about the slobs above us.

In addition, these people have FIVE VEHICLES. It started out as four, but then they got ANOTHER car. So, there is a huge utility van, a minivan, and now three cars. And where do they park them? All lined up in front of the entrance to the building. Now, the thing about our building is that it is the first right off the street, so there are...maybe six or seven parking spaces right in front for us to use. With all four units in our building occupied, that means there are, right now, 11 cars to be parked. And the slobs above us move their vehicles so seldom that unless we're lucky enough to get a space near the door, we can pretty much count on having to walk a fair distance every single day for most of a week.

Brett and I have complained no fewer than four times in the past six months about the parking situation. My biggest thing is that, especially now that I'm pregnant, it is ridiculous that I should have to walk uphill half a block lugging my laundry/groceries/etc. because the people in that unit are so inconsiderate. It's rude even if I weren't pregnant! The lease office basically told us they couldn't/wouldn't do anything about it, because there's nothing in the lease that limits the number of vehicles per unit. I think that's stupid, and I told them that since clearly it is a problem, it might be advantageous for them to look into an addendum to the lease. Well, I wasn't that nice about it, but...same idea.

Also, in looking into 2 bedroom apartments, we checked with the lease office to see if they could offer us a good deal. Well, not only do we have to reapply and re-submit all of our financial information, but we also have to pay $150 administration fee and a $300 transfer fee. WHAT?!?

So, even after all the complaints we've made (including me going to the lease office to speak with a manager TWICE), I came home from apartment hunting last week to find a lovely little notice on our door. It informed us that we had 24 hours to remove the cigarette butts from the grounds in front of our building or we would be fined.

Yeah, that's right. After we had been complaining for MONTHS about the slobs upstairs, WE were the ones who got a notice. I looked around at other people's doors--no papers there. So, at least in my mind, we were the only ones to get the notice. (I just realized how much I'm typing in all caps. Can you tell I'm still irritated about this?) So I called Brett, because I was immediately ticked off since Brett and I don't smoke, and because hello, I'm freaking pregnant! Of course I don't smoke! I better move on, I'm getting all worked up about it again. He told me to go talk to the manager about it, so I headed over to the office with the notice in hand.

I'm just going to say right here that I probably could've handled the situation better, but I was really angry, so I did the best I could. I informed the receptionist when I walked in that I was a resident and I wanted to speak with a manager immediately. No doubt the tone of my voice and my body language made it obvious something was wrong. She asked what it was concerning, and I showed her the notice. She told me that everyone in the building had gotten the same notice. I told her that was nice, but I still wanted to speak with the manager. She asked for my ID. I asked her why she wanted it, because I'd never been asked for it before. She said it was so the manager could look up my account information. I could hardly see why that would be necessary, but I figured I'd save the arguing for the manager, so I gave her my license. She disappeared.

Several minutes later, she finally came back out and asked me if I was ready. I managed to bite back my snarky response, and instead just told her yes. She pointed me in the direction of an office. It was a different manager than I usually dealt with, and I have to say, the girl in there had to have been younger than me. First impressions really do mean something, and I was NOT impressed with the girl behind that desk. She had bleached blonde hair (not that I have anything against blondes, but when it's an obvious bleach job combined with the rest of the way she looked, I have a hard time taking them seriously), and she was dressed very unprofessionally. She looked like she was getting ready to go clubbing, not to work!

At any rate, I sat down, and long story short, explained the problem to her and why I was fairly offended by the notice. She reiterated that the notice had been put on everyone's door. I told her that didn't matter, that I had no way of knowing that, and since they were aware of who was actually the cause of the problem, that they should go to the people responsible instead of hassling the rest of us. She replied that if we weren't the ones doing it, then we should just ignore the notice. Um, excuse me? I pointed out that the notice threatened that we would be fined if we did that. I also told her that, considering all the other problems we had had with them, we didn't appreciate getting a note on our door demanding that we pick up someone else's cigarette butts. She started getting really condescending, which is when I lost it. I can deal with outright rudeness, but I HATE it when someone talks to me like I'm stupid. Ack, self-editing. I was about to say something really mean.

So, I lost my temper. I didn't yell at her, but I definitely raised my voice, sort of in Mom's very emphatic tone. It's not really yelling, but it's quite obvious that I'm unhappy and that the conversation was pretty much over. I told her that I didn't appreciate the office's complete unwillingness to resolve any problem that we brought to them. I again enumerated all of the complaints that we'd made about the residents above us. I pointed out again that we'd been looking to move into a bigger apartment, and that their refusal to negotiate their ridiculous fees meant that we would be paying an exorbitant amount to stay in the complex. (I have to admit here that I really like using big-ish words when I lose my temper. It confuses people. And as petty as it is, it's so much fun to see the look on their face that says 'what did she just say?' Yeah. I'm kind of evil.) Then she made a really big mistake.

She told me to calm down.

OK, I wasn't raving at her or anything. Yes, my voice was slightly elevated, but it was in no way inappropriate. I wasn't yelling, I was still seated, I wasn't threatening or wildly gesticulating. Other than my angry, emphatic voice, I was fine. Granted, I had a really big adrenaline rush, so I was trying not to shake (I haven't confronted someone like that in a long time, hence me not being used to it and getting shaky). But really, I wasn't going crazy on her. So, I decided I was finished, and I told her so. I told her that I was done coming to them to resolve the problem, since it obviously wasn't doing any good, and that she should be aware that because of their continual refusal to do anything to resolve said problems, that not only would we not be renewing our lease, but we would also make sure that people were aware of how problematic the complex was. I stood up and started walking out. She sort of half-shouted "Have a good day!" to me as I walked into the main part of the office that had all the cubicles in it. As livid as I was at that point, I probably should've known better but I couldn't help myself. I turned around and in front of her employees told her that I would have a good day the day I moved out of that place and no longer had to deal with her incompetence.

Yeah....I was pretty mean.

I know this is a really long post, but this just took the cake: last week we got a notice that for security reasons, they were changing the locks on ALL of the apartment doors on...last Friday, I think. I thought it was stupid since we're moving out in a couple months, but given my last encounter with them, I decided not to go talk to the office about it. So I got home from the hospital, hoping to grab a quick nap before having to get up, eat, and go to work. Well, they had already changed the lock, so I went down to the lease office to pick up the new keys. There were about 15 other people in the office also waiting to get their keys.

I waited for almost an hour! Yeah. An hour. And why, you may ask? Well, the person from maintenance hadn't brought back that set of keys yet. And could they page him? No. We just all had to wait. So, fat pregnant woman was locked out of her apartment, tired, grumpy, hungry, and having to use the bathroom (which they have in the office, but still). The funny part was that three or four people came in to inquire about leasing, and they had to wait. And while they were waiting, they talked to the disgruntled residents who were also waiting. I actually had a pretty lengthy conversation with one guy, and basically told him not to rent there unless he had no other choice. Ha. Take that, West Pointe.

Have I mentioned yet how thrilled I will be to move at the end of May?

My back hurts.

So, not the most creative title for a blog post, but I'm feeling decidedly un-creative today. I'm not really sure why. Maybe because my back has been aching for the past several days, therefore making it incredibly difficult to sleep (although the Benadryl helped a lot last night, so thanks Mom), which means that I'm tossing and turning all night and getting little rest, which only exacerbates the problem. Yuck.

It hasn't been a really eventful week (or two, or however many), and so I haven't felt like I have anything to write about. Little things happen, or I can't stop thinking (and worrying) about being pregnant, but then I feel like, why would someone want to read my complaints about my pregnancy? Or not even complaints, but really any part of it? And then I realized that, although I do hope people find my blog at least halfway entertaining, that's not really the reason why I'm writing it. I'm pregnant right now. That's a huge part of my life, and it affects everything I do. So if people don't want to read about me feeling fat (which only happens sometimes, like when I try to tie my shoes), then they don't have to read my blog. I'm just saying.

Anyway, probably the biggest thing that's happened lately is that Heather (my sister Heather, not Brett's sister Heather) had to go to the hospital a week ago. Long story short, she had a kidney stone that blocked drainage from her kidney, and she got an infection that reached her bloodstream, and she was septic. She'll probably post about in on her blog (which is amazing, by the way, if anyone hasn't already read it I would really encourage you to do so) in the next few days, so I won't steal her thunder. Suffice it to say that she was in the ICU for a week, and she's doing much better and got to go home last night. I was up at the hospital pretty much every day...actually, maybe it was every day expect yesterday, because I had to work. It's not crazy fun or anything, but I like being with my family, and I think it helps to have people to visit with when you're stuck there and can't do much else.

I've started the apartment search, since our lease is up on June 3rd and we are most definitely NOT staying in our current complex. Wow, I really dislike the people at the lease office. I'm going to have to post about that later. They're idiots, and they refuse to do anything about the myriad of problems we've reported, and I can't stand them. Plus, they are SO condescending when I try to talk to them, and if there is one thing in this world I can't stand, it is being talked down to. So. At any rate, I was really proud of myself, because I typed up a sheet so I could be all organized when I went around to different lease offices. I looked at seven different places, and I only spent 20-30 minutes at each since I didn't look at any of the units. I figured we'd narrow down the list to about four, and then go tour the places when Brett could go with me. It's fairly clear which two are the frontrunners, and there's one place in particular that we really like. So, we'll just have to see. Either way, we'll be moving at the end of May.

Thank goodness.