losin' it

i lost a bracelet on Monday. i'm not big on jewelry, mainly because i don't change it or take it off regularly. el Jefe' has purchased me some wonderful earrings, but i tend to wear the same pair day after day. he gave me an awesome thumb ring for my birthday; it has become part of my standard wardrobe. that, and my wedding ring. i wore bracelets late in my pregnancy with the Punkin. they were gifts, and made me feel a little more feminine, or prettier. i don't remember when i stopped wearing them, but i started up again about a year ago (after i exchanged a pair of earrings from el Jefe' for a bracelet for our anniversary).

anyway, i lost a bracelet on Monday. it was relatively thin, plain, white gold, with a hinge (not a chain). of course it was a gift from el Jefe'; i believe an anniversary gift. it wasn't extremely valuable, but it was invaluable because of the sentimental value, and because it is very difficult to believe you are even slightly attractive when you are shaped like an oompah loompah. i remember putting it on in the morning. i noticed it missing when i was taking off my jewelry to go swimming (in the car, so that narrows down the places it could be). still, it is lost.

i had a growth ultrasound on Tuesday. everything looks good with the Peanut, who is estimated at 4 pounds, 4 ounces. i was at 32 weeks, 3 days. my next appointment with the maternal/fetal specialist is at 37 weeks for fetal monitoring. Punkin was born at 37 1/2 weeks, so they joked that they might not even see me. some joke.

i went to a "marketing" dinner as part of a conference Wednesday night. you could say i had the equivalent of a pregnant woman's bender. i had cranberry juice and pineapple juice at the hosted bar. woo hoo. i went to dinner with 12 extremely nice people. the restaurant was struggling, and we weren't served until two hours after our reservation. i didn't get home until 10:45 pm (way past my bedtime). i've been more than beat this week, and that topped it off. i have another conference the first week in May. i'm dreading it. i'm too old for this.

Punkin pee'd on the big potty for the first time (in my presence) yesterday morning! he did so well. el Jefe' mentioned they have been talking about it at school, and they are working with him. unfortunately when i dropped him off (with his woobie) yesterday, the woman from the kitchen was watching his class. she's not a teacher, and she barely speaks English. she has a "survival" personality with the kids, and well, i doubt she would get it if i asked her to work with Punkin on potty training. when she's there first thing in the morning, Punkin typically doesn't have a good day. well, we don't know what happened, but his school wobbie is missing. lost. awol. thank goodness we have one at home, but this is serious.

last night after el Jefe' left for the airport, home woobie was missing. i scoured the house, upstairs and downstairs. Punkin asked, but didn't help much. turns out home woobie was in the garage. (the garage!)

how i would love for this Friday the 13th to bring a bracelet and a woobie home to their rightful owners.