The good things outweigh the bad

Last Tuesday was one of the best days of my life. Wednesday turned out to be one of the worst days of my life. I won't go into all the details, but during class on Wed I had an altercation of sorts with a student. It got so bad I had to call campus security to come and deal with him. He started threatening my life and called me every foul name in the book. I ended up cancelling class because I pretty much feared for my life and the lives of the other students. Later that day I spoke with this student's probation officer and was told the student has never acted out in such a way and I should not fear him taking any extreme actions against me. I decided not to press charges against him simply because I did not want to ignite any more problems with him, even though I'd love to see his piece of shit ass get throw in jail. The situation is better, but it's far from being 100%. I had a security officer escort me to class today just to be on the safe side and was instructed to keep the doors locked so the student could not enter. He is being suspended from the college and is to not have any contact with me whatsoever. This gives me yet one more reason to be grateful to leave teaching. $125 a week is not enough to continue dealing with the deliquent students of today. Now onto happier news.

Shawn and I drove to Bakersfield on Friday for our friend Greg's wedding this weekend. Friday was the rehearsal and dinner. Typical boy, Greg forgot to tell Shawn and I that the rehearsal time had changed, so we were a bit late. Greg looked a bit nervous to me as did his fiance Tracy. I totally started crying when Greg's sister-in-law mentioned how sad she was that Greg's mother was not here to share in this special moment. I know it was partially because of my hormones, but the thought of his mother's mothers passing made me so sad that I couldn't stop the tears from welling up. I know she was there with them in spirit though. It was good to see his dad in such good spirits too, so it made me know everything was alright.

That night I experienced one of the most painful leg cramps ever. It woke me up out of a dead sleep. I couldn't move it hurt so bad. I didn't want to wake Shawn up, so I finally made my way out of the room and started crying. Oh the joys of pregnancy is all I kept thinking. My calf is still sore 3 days later.

The wedding wasn't until Saturday evening, so that morning Shawn and I met my cousin Kim and her fiancee Danny for breakfast. We had a great time talking and hanging out. I was excited to hear all about her RN exam and the wedding planning. I'm just so darn proud of her. Kim has grown into such an amazing woman and I love her to pieces.

Shawn and I stayed the weekend with our friends Jeff and Bree. Since Shawn had to be to Greg's early for pictures and stuff, Bree and I had enough time to go get manis/pedis. I had a great time hanging out and chatting with Bree. I think that's the most time we've spent together, and I'm so glad we did. Getting to know Bree confirmed my thoughts that she's one of the nicest people I've ever met. I wish she and Jeff lived closer so Shawn and I could see them more often.

While I was getting my nails done, I felt something I hadn't felt before. As I was slightly hunched over, I felt a jolt in my tummy. I swore it was the baby kicking. My first real kick. The next day would confirm my suspicions.

The wedding went off without a hitch and the newlyweds looked so happy. I am so thrilled for Greg. He's one of our best friends and I wish him the most happiness with his new bride. The reception was a lot of fun. There was a slew of us there: Thane and Kristi, Erin, Thien, Jason and Toby, Sierra and Elizabeth, John and Vachelle, and Mike and Nina made it for the second half of the reception. We had a ton of fun. Check out the pictures when you get a chance. Nina and Kristi got a little drunky-poo, so there are lots of funny pictures to blackmail them with later. Ha ha.

We hung around Bakersfield most of Sunday morning and headed back in the afternoon. In the car on the drive home, I started feeling stronger and stronger kicks coming from baby. I tried to describe them to Shawn but I don't think he fully grasped what was going on. So Sunday evening, we were sitting next to each other on the couch watching TV. I reached over and grabbed his hand and Shawn felt his first baby kick. He was totally shocked. I can't believe I'm already feeling baby girl kick. I didn't think it would start this early. That just means I have about 18 more weeks of this, which after last night is way too long.

I was violently woken up around 3am this morning when baby girl decided to use mommy as a punching/kicking bag. I couldn't believe it! The kid woke me up with a kick. I definitely know she's going to be a soccer player now. I got up and went to the bathroom hoping she'd stop kicking about. I laid back in bed only to toss and turn to kicks and punches for the next 30 minutes. Poor Shawn woke up and tried rubbing my arm to help me get back to sleep. Baby wasn't having any of that though. She wanted to practice her penalty kicks in my belly. I finally got back to sleep, but all day today I've been feeling her moving and shaking, kicking and punching. Like I said, the next 18 weeks are going to be doozies. Let's hope I just get used to them that I don't even notice the kicks after awhile. Otherwise I'm going to be one tired mommy in the delivery room.