What in the poop was up with no new Project Runway last night? I feel cheated. Lied to. I feel like I was let down.

But I’m sort of over it since they played most of season II yesterday. I had only seen a few of season II, so it was so awesome to be able to watch them. When The King saw me setting up the TiVo to tape them, he was like “Dude, when will you get time to watch 6 hours of Project Runway?”

I guess he forgets that while he’s over working at the new house every night, I’m stuck in our apartment with Babboo. We have nothing else to do besides watch TV and more TV. Plus, it’s raining outside, so we really aren’t leaving for a walk. So bring it on.

I’m going with some (male) coworkers next week to do some inspections. We’ll be out of the office all day. Cool. Except that I need to pump every 3 hours. I turned bright red yesterday when I told my boss that I’d be happy to go, but that I’d need to “take my breaks” during the day. I hoped he would just know what I was talking about with out me having to mention the words; breast, pump, electric cord, or boobies.

He said that he was fine with it and to not be embarrassed about it.

Easier said then done.

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Can you believe we are down to the final questions? That took almost 2 weeks and has been a ton of fun. It’s forced me to think about things that I wouldn’t normally think about.

SilyHily asked the most personal questions and I love that she did. I was hoping I would get more personal questions. I’m surprised that nobody asked me about my divorce from my first husband or more about my crazy older brother. Or even about my siblings working for that store that rhymes with Tal-Fart.

Maybe I’ll blog about those things later.

Hilary wrote:

Wow, you’ve got some really, really good questions. I’ll let them have the deep ones and I’ll take the “slumber party with margaritas” ones. Feel free to not answer any of these. It won’t hurt my feelings. But if I don’t ask, then I’m not giving you a chance to answer.

We’ll see how much info I give. I’ll try to be as honest as I can.

At what age did you cancel your membership in the “V club?”

“V” club? What in the crap does that even mean? I don’t know. So I can’t answer.

Just kidding.

Let’s remember back years and years ago. I must have been 12 or 13.

Again, just kidding.

Okay-I got married to my first husband back in 1997. I was 22 years old. So, I was 22 when I cancelled my membership to the “V” club.

How many hands and/or feet would you need to count your “number?”

One hand. Two fingers to be more specific.

Tell us about your first kiss.

This is such a sad story. I wish it would have been so lovely and exciting. Instead it was a complete let down.

It was with a boy from Church. He had bright red hair and was not cute. Or cool. Or nice. But he seemed to like me, and that is what important to a 16 year old girl.

His name was LD and he invited me on a date to the Chicago concert. I have never been a fan of Chicago, but I wanted to go on date. I laughed about Chicago behind LD’s back to my girl friends. But I still was excited to go.

We went with another couple from school. I didn’t know them very well. They had been dating for years and were really into each other. Meaning he was feeling her up during the car ride to the show. I was uncomfortable, and it only got worse.

After the concert (which sucked, sorry) we got stuck in the traffic trying to get out of the parking lot. LD and I ended up going to the back of his station wagon to pass the time until we could get on the road. (Typing this out now makes me feel so silly for getting in the back of his station wagon, but at the time I was too naive to know what was up.) LD leaned into me and kissed me on the lips. Just a kiss. No tongue. And I know I pulled away as soon as I could. I didn’t like it. I wasn’t into him. I didn’t want to kiss him again. And I was immediately nervous that he would want to kiss me again.

We finally got on the road and headed home. Once we got to my house, LD walked me to the door and I knew that I was going to have to kiss him again. Sure enough, he kissed me. I think he used tongue this time. It was even worse. I got out of there as fast as I could.

I went inside and called my friend Jamie. I said “this is what I’ve waiting 16 years for?” She just laughed at me and assured me it would get better.

But I wasn’t willing to give it time to get better. I spent the next few weeks doing everything I could to not be left alone with LD again. I didn’t want to have to deal with telling him that I didn’t want to kiss him. Gag.

I don’t think I ever kissed LD again. And Jamie was right, it did get better. Much better. (Good thing Hilary didn’t ask how many people I’ve kissed. That number is much higher. Remember, I was trying to kiss a boy with a name with every letter in the alphabet.)

Do you remember when you got your period for the first time? Or do you have any horrible period stories? (We all do.)

I was 12. Which is pretty early, right? I was way too young to deal with this.

My Mom was out of town when I got my first period. I would have died before talking to my Dad about it, so I just got one of my Mom’s pads from under the bathroom sink. I was so upset when the pad didn’t work. Yeah, it was a panty liner and not a regular pad. Duh. Fortunately my Mom came home soon and showed me what pad I should be using. Actually, she told me to not waste my time with pads and gave me a box of tampons. Praise my Mom.

I had a very weird relationship with my period. I was never comfortable talking about it. Heck, I would hide my tampon wrappers in the garbage so my Dad and brothers wouldn’t know about it. I swore my Mom to secrecy.

It wasn’t until I was in my 20’s that I just accepted my period and the fact that every women goes through the same thing. Duh.

Since I was pregnant for like 2 years and am now breastfeeding, I can’t even remember the last time I had my period. And I love it. LOVE IT.

How do you feel about your body now that it has been through a pregnancy and delivery?

I received an e-mail today from my pregnant friend Aly. She is in her second trimester and said that she’s so amazed at her body and that is just knows how to be pregnant.

I know exactly what she talking about. The human body is amazing. I love that it made a baby, carried a baby and is now taking care of a baby. There is no denying that it’s amazing.

But how do I feel about my body? I appreciate it. It’s been through a lot, and it keeps on keepin’ on.

Have you lost all your pregnancy weight? If so, how? If not, how much more do you have to go?

I had a doctor’s appointment a few weeks ago. They weighed me, and since I don’t own a scale of my own, I wasn’t sure what it was going to say.

I’ve lost it. It’s gone. Bye, bye.

Well, I guess not all of it is gone. I think there was still something like 3 pounds left. But what’s 3 pounds, right? It’s gone.

How did I do it? I hate to say it, but I didn’t do anything. I didn’t watch what I ate, I didn’t work out. I just lived my life.

I walk to work. I walk to and from Babboo’s school. I eat Lean Pockets for lunch every day. I like treats, but I tend to like treats that are super fattening. This is just luck. My body has pretty much gone back to normal. I know I’m lucky and I apprecaite it.

I’m totally afraid what will happen to me if I happen to have another baby. I can’t imagine being this lucky again.

How long do you plan to breastfeed Babboo?

Since I hadn’t really planned on breastfeeding him, I don’t really know when I’ll stop. I don’t even know how to stop.

I can’t imagine that I can do this much longer though. Pumping at work sucks. So maybe just a few more months.

Della asked the all important question of all time:

Toilet paper off the front of the roll or off the back of the roll where it can touch the wall? ….ewwwww. You know which way mine rolls!!!

I had to look in my bathroom to see which way it goes. Sorry Della, but I do prefer it with the front to the wall. But don’t worry, it doesn’t touch the wall. I promise, I just checked it out. (And I washed my hands when I was done in the bathroom. Don’t worry.)

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That’s all of the questions. We’re done. Finished. No more.

Tomorrow The King will be posting again. Make sure to come back to hear what he has to say this week.

(He told me he e-mailed me the post yesterday. I didn’t get it. Crap. I hope it’s not lost.)