The Week of 17...

As I am blessed to be overseas with my husband, it is decidedly better to be stateside than on a remote island 6 hours away from either Europe or the States.  First of all, with all this B.S.ing about Chick-Fil-A, Americans don't know great food, employment in the fast food industry and great customer service when they see it.  I have never met a depressed, tired, or disgruntled person working at a store. Ever. I have been to MANY Chick-Fil-A's and I have seen a huge variety of people of different backgrounds able to get a guaranteed day off during the weekend. We don't have Chick-Fil-A, Popeye's, McDonald's, or anything remotely close to that here.  Consider yourselves spoiled, U.S.

With that out of the way (cravings drive me to extreme anger because they cannot be relieved by the drive thru window), I have been EXTREMELY tired this week so far, along with a lot of sleeping issues. I have been peeing twice in the middle of the night now because I still manage to roll onto my stomach, which pushes Midget right into the bladder. And the kicking. Oh the cute flutter kicks.  So, between excitement, bathroom worries, and hip/back discomfort, it has been a helluva time getting some sleep in. I really need to hit the gym up as well to get me even more tired.

Luckily, my husband and I qualify for WIC. With how much we are spending now with my constant throwing up and desire for milk and veggies and fruit and sammiches, we have been spending almost twice as much as we should.  Hopefully this will cover the outrageous pricing of living overseas on the Euro dollar instead of the good ol' buck.

I should be in Germany for a follow up on the fetal development between 3 Sept and 17 Sept for who knows how long. That would have been exciting, except it was supposed to be 2 weeks from now that they send me and I won't even know the gender of the baby until then.  Seriously, if I was back stateside, all of this would have been taken care of this week. Not 5-7 weeks from now. By the time they find anything wrong, it just might be too late. Thanks, government ran healthcare, thanks.  Anyway, I am also experiencing extreme anger moments. So I apologize for my self-entitled bologna and such.

I have been eating lunch meat, by the way. The trick is for you to get it cut immediately off the uncut round in the deli since most of the stuff that ships here expires in two weeks even with ultra-pasteurization. Also, you can heat the meat. Don't let anyone freak you out too much about lunch meat and cheese.  Cook the hell out of it, cure it with vodka then cook it, whatever you do, it should be okay. I get paranoid about the meat so I throw some vodka on it and let the alcohol cook off after it kills the tiny, microscopic monsters lurking.