Cryptic "YES"

There may be a few of you who haven't filtered through my cryptic hints and haven't heard my good news.

You are probably the same people who think my husband works for NASA.

On to the good news.

Wait, let this be fun and cryptic again.

Sooooooooo, I first "knew" my good news when:

5. I started having REALLY weird dreams. Dreams in which I....well, let us just say that I usually woke up with a start because I thought the cops were coming to get me...or with my heart racing because I had just told someone off...Most of the time in my dreams these days I am an antagonistic criminal. Please don't analyze or get out your decoder dream books.

4. The Second sign was RLS. Or as I know refer to it, "Aggravated, Insane, RESTLESS LEG SYNDROME" It has been followed closely with another Syndrome Jason has named which we refer to as CPB or Crash Past Bedtime Syndrome. (My new bedtime is 8:30 and if I do not make it under the sheets by then I will fall asleep doing whatever task I was attempting)

3. My energy level could well be described as what you might find in a person who has severe sleep deprivation and has gone on that crazy lemonade cleanse.

2. I cried Watching Hannah Montana. (I know). Then I cried watching Flicka. (Valid reason this time, there was SNOW!) I also cried last night watching John Adams, but that was a little more reasonable...right?

1. There is a tie for first place here. So you pick. It could either be the frequent visits to Johns Water World Adventure Park....or the Dr. with the Probe and the resulting snowy picture with a itty bitty beating heart.

So there is some good news and some bad news to all this.

Good News-I am going to have a baby!!!

Bad News-My Dr's office is in the Ghetto.

Good News-I am a bit farther along than I thought.

Bad News-I very strongly disliked my doctor from the moment she first spoke. (And this is after forgiving her for making me take off ALL my clothes just so that she could use her magic probe--And then walking in when I was half dressed and leaving the door adjar for all of Ghetto Hawaii to get a good look at me before the broke into our car. (they didn't but they could have)

Good news-I am looking for a new doctor. Duh.

Bad news- Jason is going to be on tour in Japan for my new somewhat calculated due date.

Kinda good news-There was only one baby in the ultra sound. This is probably a good thing, but I wanted two so that this could be my last pregnancy EVER. Don't judge me. Three is all I can handle. At least you know now. Actually, two is all I can handle, but if I had twins I would have been forced into three. Actually one is all I can handle but I wanted Noelle to have a buddy.

Bad news-The doctor A. inferred that I was overweight to begin with B. Didn't want to answer any of my questions about anything because, "this is your second so it will be easier." and C. Went back to A. and told me not to gain more than 30 pounds.

I gain people! I eat right. I exercise. I ignore ALL cravings for pink sugar cookies and I still gain. 55 pounds with Noelle and I was teaching Aerobics and Pilates up until a month before she was born!

And lets go back to the not asnwering questions part. This is kind of a traumatic event. I do have a right to know what techniques a doctor allows or supports, and what the hospital facilities are like. And to tell a mom WHO HAS ALREADY HAD A BABY that it will be easy is kind of moronic because I do have a memory and one delivery isn't going to turn my insides into Disney's Crush and Gusher. Oie.

I think my hormonies have been cranked up to the Don't-Push-my-Buttons mode.

So, if you live in Hawaii and you had a really great doctor/birth experience please pass the info this way.

Or For Reala Manila
I am going to be like Cruella.







**POST EDIT: Good News? My baby will be born on the same Island and the same hospital as our current president...Or was he??? The Obama Ohana mystery thickens like gravy made with baking soda!