Oops!

Since we went tot he Easter Vigil, we skipped out on Easter Sunday services and its anticipated crowds. I woke up early to make breakfast, since I felt like I was starving to death. I wanted to start a load of laundry before I got tied up in the kitchen. My pajama leg must have become caught on my heel and I lost my footing. I took a little tumble down 4-5 steps, landing first on my right hip and then my back. I also tweaked my right arm trying to catch myself.
Eric heard me scream and thought I was going rounds with a spider. As I got up, I felt fine. There was no leaking fluid or blood or contractions. Shortstop was moving around within 30 minutes of the fall. I thought everything was good so I didn't call the doctor.

Monday, I went to work and boy was that a mistake. What I pulled in my back was screaming at me by the end of the day. Tuesday I called my OB/GYN office to let them know what happened, only to have the nurse reprimand me for not calling anyone on Sunday. My doctor on the other hand, didn't seem overly concerned, especially since I wasn't having anything weird happen. However, the nurse totally freaked me out, so I went in for fetal monitoring. What a cool mini vacation. I got a nice plush recliner to sit in. I was served water and juice and I got to watch the monitor strip print out Shortstop's heart beat and the contractions I wasn't feeling. That was pretty cool. Out of the 4 or 5 on the strip, I only felt two of them. It was interesting in any case. Everything checked out fine and I was unhappily sent to work.

Didn't mean to scare anyone, but I thought it was worth sharing since the pregnancy has been drama free thus far.

Buyer Beware

OK kids, here is one of my Rants of Reality (based on personal experiences). There is no jazzy music, so make up a your own tune as you read.

Here is what I learned the other day:

1) if you're short, look up occasionally

2) read the fine print

3) learn to speak Spanish

OK, here's the accompanying explanation. Eric and I decided on our Halloween costumes (which will be revealed at a later date), so I thought that I would go out and see if I could start collecting some items we would need. I ended up at a thrift store, as I'm trying to cut corners. I found a dress that I thought would work for my costume, but after I got it home, the darn thing wouldn't zip. Rats. So I went back to the store to exchange it and as I walked through the doors, I saw a HUGE sign hanging over head that said "No exchanges, no refunds. All sales final." Double rats. Who does that at a second hand store? There is so much that could be wrong with things, but I'm stuck with it, whether it works/fits or not? That's pretty shady.

I went home and called the store to speak to a manger about my situation. I got a lowly supervisor who was quite rude on the phone. I explained my situation and she said, "Our policy is . . . blah, blah." I wanted her to fix the problem/offer a solution, not quote the stupid policy. anyway, she said that she would let me do an exchange. Great. I hustle my booty back down to the store for the 3rd time today(I was doing a lot of running around). I asked for the woman I spoke to and she acted like we never had a conversation. She didn't know who I was. So she asked another supervisor over and I had to explain things to her as well. Then they started talking in Spanish which I find rude and offensive, especially in front of people who don't speak the language. I got my store credit and got the heck out.

I will never go this store, EVER again! The employees were rude, their return policy was hanging from the ceiling, which is great if your 6 ft tall. They should also post notices at the registers for assurance. If I had seen the signs as I walked in, I would have walked right back out. It's not a friendly way to do business. Afterwards, I come to find out they had a fitting room, that was conveniently unmarked at the front of the store. Could have saved myself a lot of hassle, had I know it existed.

What a horrible experience. Learn from my mistake. Do not repeat.

Bloggers Beware

Here is a little of advice, I discovered the hard way.

Cyberspace can be your friend or your enemy. Take care to guard your words, when you blog about your family, your friends and especially about work and any and all activities pertain to them. You DEFINITELY don't want something you say to come back and BITE you in the butt. You could be denied a promotion, a job, ruin friendships, miss out on a scholarship, or just get fired.