Amy Ruttan

I’m on a baby forum where I talk to other women that are giving birth in July 2009, like me. And one gal mentioned a fun site called Madame Zariska, where she predicted my birth based on some questions. Here’s what she said:

The day you deliver, outside will be overcast. Your baby will arrive in the morning.

After a labor lasting approximately 19 hours, your child, a girl, will be born. Your baby will weigh about 7 pounds, 13 ounces, and will be 20-1/2 inches long. This child will have blue eyes and some very fine hair.

The only thing wrong is I won’t be laboring. I can’t with two previous c-sections under my belt … as it were. Morning would be correct because with planned sections it’s done in the morning. The 7 pound 13 ounces thing made me laugh. I laughed hard. IF that was the case with my previous two I could pop out this kid like nothing.

Boo was 10.5lbs a week overdue. Sumo was 11.5lbs two weeks EARLY.

There’s no way in heck I’m having a 7 pound child unless there’s two in there and their each 7 pounds making it fourteen pounds in my belleh. The length was right, and the eye color and fair hair thing is right.

Then I did a Chinese gender prediction chart and calculating date of Conception of October 14th and then my age, which you all know is *cough* 30 *cough* it predicted a female too. I’ve always thought that I would have two girls and a boy. So I have a strong feeling of female, although Christine disagrees, she says boy. She says she’s never been wrong, well I haven’t either.

Maybe there’s two after all. I swear, I burn through food so fast. No sooner have I scarfed down something, and like ten mintues later I feel ill again, and my stomach growls and I need to eat. I never burned through food this fast with my last two children. Since day one I’ve had this gut feeling of twins. I don’t why, but I won’t find out until the ultrasound which is driving me mad since it was SUPPOSED to be this week.

Okay, no more procrastination and gender predicting. On to work.

I was reading Karen Erickson’s blog post today, and she reminded me that it’s less than 30 days to CHRISTMAS! Yes, I know I can’t believe it. My children are insanely excited, we’re writing our letters to Santa Claus today.

SANTA CLAUS

THE NORTH POLE

HOH OHO

I’m doing all my parcels today and mailing them out so they are off my huge to do list that I’ve been ignoring. I’ve done all my Christmas Cards, now I just need stamps. I’m very thankful that I am NOT hosting Christmas this year. My MIL is, and thank goodness. Not only is her cooking yummo, but I don’t have the ol’factory strength lately to tackle it. I would be basting and barfing. As long as I don’t see the meat cooking I can eat it. If I cook the meat then no dice.

I’m also TRYING to get my DH to call his friend who’s getting married in January to arrange a tux fitting since this wedding was sprung on us, my DH is best man, and our weekends in December are becoming very booked. My DH groans and whines he needs to get it done but won’t do anything about it. He’s very stubborn. He better watch it, he’s dealing with a hormonal pregnant woman who also happens to be a writer. If he doesn’t shape up I warned him that this is going to happen:

more animals

AND IT WILL HAPPEN!

So yeah I had an admittedly bad day with the whole Ultrasound Snafu, but my evening got progressively better. I was finally able to continue on with editing my manuscript and a parcel arrived for me!!

YEP, my author copies came in for Tantalizing Treats.

Today I’m packing up the books that were won at the beginning of this month and shipping them out.

I can’t explain the feeling of holding your book in your hand. It’s surreal, and I cried. I blame the pregnancy hormones, okay well not totally.

You can get a copy here.

No ultrasound.

I arranged for babysitters in the form of my parents so that they could pick up my daughter since my Ultrasound was scheduled 40 minutes away, across the otherside of the city. I filled up my bladder and drove there through wet snow and slush. Only to be told “Ooops we rescheduled it for December 23rd.”

Yet, no one told me.

AND because the bathrooms in the Ultrasound place were behind the doors were the X-ray rooms were they couldn’t let me in to pee. So I had to drive 40 minutes back home, through same wet snow and slush with a very full bladder.

Needless to say I am not impressed. They rescheduled it yesterday, SOMEONE could have called me. So now I have to wait until December 23rd, the only good thing was I got them to move it to the Ultrasound place that’s ten minutes away and my husband can be with me this time.

 But still … come on.

Yep, it’s coming December 3 my Turquoise Quickie Rain God.

Here’s the Blurb:

A thousand years in the future there is no water, the Interstellar Space Organization is finding a way to bring the water back, but a faction known as the Hazoor is intent on stopping them. Commander Shana Kelley is the youngest commander in water reconnaissance. On a mission to the dead planet Earth she discovers a mysterious cavern and a turquoise stone.

The stone is not all it seems to be, it contains an ancient rain god who claims that he can make the water come but on one condition, she must mate with him deep in the cavern.

Giving into all her erotic desires T’koh, the Rain God, shows Shana the power of water over life.

POST SCRIPT: There that’s better. I really don’t know what happened.

I finally got through the 3,000 Spam messages that bogged down my blog and slowed up my computer. I had to delete one by one, but I finally did it! YES!

I had a bit of surprise, I’m still waiting to get into my OB. Yeah, I know it’s a long wait but the hospital lost my original referral so it had to be sent again. So I’ve been waiting patiently, although I’ve been worried about not getting in for a Prenatal checkup, anyways I get a call from the Ultrasound place confirming my appointment for this Wednesday.

HUH??

Apparently my family Doctor booked me. One thing, he forgot to tell me. LOL. At least he’s watching out for me, he’s really a great family physician. So I have an ultrasound this Wednesday, which means I get to see the fetus and put my mind at ease that things are going normal (hopefully). I should have a pic to scan into my computer and show you the fetus. As long as there isn’t two in there, because my clothes don’t fit, and I haven’t been keeping much down. I have a very round little belly, it appeared a lot faster than it did with my first and second child.

Think singleton. No Jack and Ianto’s please (Christine’s idea for names). LOL.

I feel much better and this week I’ll be sending off that full manuscript and moving onto to Book 3 in my Enchantress Series, and the edits for my December release RAIN GOD are complete.

I’ll just be doing my NaNo in December. LOL.

I’m having issues with overloading of SPAM so if you made a comment recently and you noticed it was gone, then I apologize. Everytime I try to moderate comments my whole blog freezes up.

Damn I hate Spammers!!

Is frightful, and I have no fire that feels so delightful. *sigh*

Yep where I live especially, we’re having yet another severe snowsquall warning. I woke up to huge soft fluffy flakes falling and the streets were like ice. The only nice thing was it wasn’t cold. So after I picked Boo up from school and we had lunch I bundled up the rug rats and I shovelled the driveway while the kids played in the snow. Of course I got a lecture from my Mom about shovelling in my condition. It wasn’t THAT much, and I felt like a noob just standing there, bored, while the kids went ape crazy in the front yard. So I shovelled and worked up a sweat and watched as soft fluffy flakes fell from the grey Canadian sky. I watched as neighbors of mine fishtailed on the crescent, I heard the perverbial sound of tires spinning in snow.

Ahhh. There’s nothing like that sound that proves it’s a Canadian winter.

I was feeling much better today. See, I was addicted to Diet Coke. It was my coffee.

I haven’t had a glass in four days (sorry Karen), the fetus HATES it. I get it in my mouth and all I can taste is rusty metal. I can sort of have Gingerale, but basically this kid just wants water. So I think the reason I was feeling so sick and had a migraine for a couple of days was coming off the aspartame.

Well, regardless I was feeling dandy. My family from East of Toronto are coming to visit on Saturday, and since the weather on Friday is supposed to be much worse with muay more snow I decided to get my necessities to feed them today. And I finished my husband’s stocking. Basically I just buy him chocolate. That’s all he wants.

I’ll be getting around to your blogs slowly, since I was out with a killer migraine for a couple of days I couldn’t edit. I have to catch up on that. It was so bad I was going to bed at 7 p.m., and I used to stay up to midnight.

*sigh*

I feel bad, my blog posts haven’t been that insightful lately. I blame Mommy brain, couple with extreme morning sickness and the 20 hours of sleep I require (but don’t get) a day. So my apologies.

Not that this one is going to be any more insightful. I finishing up edits for my request for a full. It feels like it’s taking FOREVER to get this manuscript edited and out the door. That’s what I’ve been doing, and why I have been missing.

I’ll be HOPEFULLY back soon with something intelligble to say. LOL.

I’ve decided to banish all bad thoughts that been plaguing me lately. All the self doubt that is gnawing away at my insides. Everthing shall be banished while I finishing tweak the final things on this requested manuscript.

I think the bane of any writer’s existence is the self flagellation of oneself.

Maybe that thing The Secret has it right. If we put good thoughts out into the universe then we shall obtain them. I’ve been a pessimist most of my life, because of my parents seeming to always have bad luck. The little dark rain cloud. Maybe that’s because they were putting those bad vibes out in the universe.

Who knows.

All I know I was sitting here listening to my tunes. I shuffled the play deck and heard Eminem’s song 8 Mile, talking about why he still writes and maybe he should give up but how he keeps going. You know a real blood and guts song. The next song was ABBA So Long.

So Long see ya Honey.

And that’s what I’m doing (or trying to do) so long bad vibes. So long self doubt and self flagellation.

Hello dreams.