Uh Oh

Pretty sure I spoke to soon. You want to know a terrible feeling. Sitting on the couch swallowing back the afternoon sickness brewing in your belly. I was so sure this was a girl since I wasn't sick. Now I'm sitting here and I just know I will vomit by the end of the night. I shouldn't have opened my big mouth and said I was doing well. I shouldn't have said I knew it was a girl. It must be a boy since I'm sick. Phooey on morning sickness!

Things to do with your grandmas yarn

My grandma use to knit....or crochet, or, which ever one uses that little hook thingy and not the chopsticks...Okay looked it up, she would crochet. Anyway, grams could crochet you ANYTHING.. She made me baby clothes, she even made my baby dolls clothes and once she made me a doll that was crochet and stuffed with cotton balls and dressed in clothes that grams had cut out of her old clothes. She could also make those doily things really well. When I was small I could actually crochet scarves and stuff. Since then, after grams died I tried again and came out with a long string that looked like a dog got a hold of it. Back to the point. At grams house there was always yarn laying around, and two kids who just HAD to play with it. My little cousin Russ and I. So with out further ado I bring you...

THINGS TO DO WITH GRAMS YARN:

1. Wrestling ring- Tie yarn to 4 corners. This becomes wrestling ring. Throw small cousin into ring and proceed to kick his ass totally like the Hulk and Macho Man Randy Savage....he was always dorky Bam Bam Bigelo, whatever.
2. Boobie Trap- Since we were small and Home Alone had just come out in the theater we were hell bent on saving grandmas house like Makali. So we would take the yarn and tie it to the TV, then over to the chair, then to the table, then back to the TV, then to the candy dish, then to the stairs, the kitchen table, the couch and so on. Thus making it impossible for ANYONE to get through the house with out breaking a hip.
3. Fish- We would go to the top of her stairs and tie yarn to the banister, then one of us would go downstairs and pretend to be a fish and tie stuff to the others pole so they could reel in the big one....NO WE WERE NOT NERDY YOUR A NERD SO SHUT UP.
4. Tie down your cousin when he is bad- This one is self explanatory.

Things I have eaten so far today

1- Yoplait lowfat cherry yogurt

28- Almonds (1 serving)

2- pickle wedges covered in mustard


Hmmmm, sounded almost normal till that third one huh....Yes, today I am craving mustard.....My pickles need more mustard gotta go!

Things my husband does to make me swoon Version 43

I walked out to my car this morning and find this....
This was inside

Swoon swoon

Random odd ball thought of the day

I packed my Cheeto's today in a zip lock bag. For some reason I put them in the fridge with the rest of my lunch. Now my Cheeto's taste like plastic zip lock baggie. This has happened before by putting zip locks in the fridge. Do you think it is simply from refrigerating the baggie? Or is it because I put chips in it? Should I write Zip Lock or are they called Glad? Hmmmmmm?

I don't like when my chips taste like zip lock baggie.

Probably one of the greatest things Brandon has ever done

I am laughing at this just thinking about this. I am very sorry for the graphics that follow but I couldn't resist. Brandon was covered in cream cheese and I didn't have the patience to clean him up. Finally Rob goes to take a shower and I decide Brandon will take one with him. I take off his clothes and his diaper like always so he can catch a breeze for a bit before showering. He is running around in the bathroom and then he goes in the closet. He comes out and points to the closet and says Poo Poo. He points and points and points so I finally decide to go see what he sees. I open the closet and........

POO POO. He followed me in pointed right at it and said poo poo and then looked at me like what happened. You'll notice, he had to pee too, on dads slippers. After that he got in the shower and proceeded to pee right on Rob. It was great!!!!

Our Sunday

Here is a look into our day.
First of all, Brandon dumped his Cheeto's out the first time at 5:30AM. The second and third times followed sometime between then and about 2:00. I was to stupefied to take a picture. He was put in time out twice, and twice he climbed out. Then we had big time wrestling, and mom lost, I have proof, Jen saw it on the web cam, she watched as Brandon jumped on me again and again and again, and all I could do was laugh, I was informed this could count as my 10 minutes of cardio for the day. Then, he found some crackers....

He was then put in time out again...He was not happy....

Finally mommy lost her mind and said lets go on a bike ride to the park. Brandon played on the slides and the swings and then he found a stick....

Then he wacked Gingers dog Sierra in the head with the stick.....That was bad....

Then he investigated the green stuff on the cement....

Then we went back to the swings....

And he went high, very very high and laughed and laughed and laughed......

Then we put on his helmet and peddled back home.....Brandon looked at mom like, "UGGG MOM, I LOOK DORKY IN MY HELMET IN FRONT OF THE BIG KIDS."

Then we came home, and Brandon chowed down on bagel and cream cheese for dinner. I mean CHOWED DOWN. You can still see all of his ribs but its progressively getting better. All in all it was a fun day.

Poor Poor Stephanie, I tried to warn her but she wouldn't listen

Like I told ya'll this week, Steph and I had plans to hang out this weekend. I made it perfectly clear to her that I AM EXTREMELY HORMONAL! If I could find the email I would give you her exact response, but it went something like this, "I'm not afraid of you, I can take anything you dish out!" HAAAAAAAA I think I wore her down yesterday. I was in rare form. I was throwing out quips left and right, causing me to burst out laughing at Stephs expense, O, I dunno every five minutes. I think by the end she was mildly fed up with me. I know this because of how many time she said, "I think if you call anytime soon I'm already busy!" Not to mention the fact the she looked like she wanted to crawl in a hole and cry when I would persist at making fun of her, like about how she wouldn't buy shoes. She got so mad at me, and I just giggled because I knew if I said that she would buy shoes and then I wouldn't be the only one. Plan worked perfect. I got her really good about not running the other day too, I told her she was a lazy alcoholic and my husband even ran after a hard day of laboring. She nearly hung up on me.

So, use this as a warning, if you come over or call, or write, I'm quite the huge shit head right now, so beware!

Oh Stephanie, I still love you though, I hope I didn't drive you to drink yesterday!

Pregnancy neurosis week 51

I am sooo exhausted already. It was only 19 months ago that I was pregnant, wait thats when I had Brandon so lets see 19 + 9=...let me get the calculator, Okay so 28 months ago that I was pregnant. You would think I would remember this stuff. I sure don't. I don't remember being this tired so quick.

hunger
lose nose
memory loss
drool
exhaustion
moody

See that there, above. That is called a reminder list because as I was typing this I already forgot what I wanted to write and had to make myself a freaking reminder list. I left it there for all to see. So. About the hunger thing. I have already started waking up at 3AM starving. This used to be fine. I would smear some peanut butter on some bread have some milk and call it a night. NOW. Oh, now. Brandon is allergic to peanut butter which means I'm terrified to eat it. I'm allergic to bread which means I don't eat it. This means, I now have nothing to eat when I wake up starving. So this morning I woke up and got stuck with a glass of milk which did nothing for me. I suppose I could try to eat some string cheese possibly. The thing is it has to be something, quick, easy, filling, none crunchy, containing no, wheat, peanuts, gluten or soy. Lovely huh?

Hang on have to refer to my list because I've forgotten again....go ahead talk to yourself or something while I do that.

Right. The loss of my nose. So I'm in bed las night and I'm like I think my nose is stuffy. So I grabbed a tissue and went to wipe. Only problem is I couldn't remember what side of my face it was on. So I did the most logical thing. I wiped the right side, then I wiped the left side then I wanted to cry because I couldn't find it. So I laid there sniffling for a second, then thought wait the sniffles are coming from my nose, and thank gosh....I FOUND MY NOSE. For the rest of the night I kept reaching up and touching it to make sure it was still there.

On to memory loss (yes I already had to scroll up because I forgot again). Besides the little things I have been forgetting, like bringing breakfast to work, or things on my grocery list I made a very major Faux Paux this week. For the first time ever EVER! and in EVER!!!!!!! I double booked. Sunday driving home, I scheduled to hang out with Stephanie at 11:00. I scheduled to go to Target and get my nieces birthday present. Then, on about Wednesday I wrote Ging and asked if she wanted to get lunch, go grocery shopping and go to buy my nieces birthday present. I scheduled to meet Ging at 11:00 on Saturday. Today while emailing Steph she asked what we were doing Saturday. I said I was meeting Ginger at 11:00 but we could hang after that. Her response....

Well I thought we were meeting up at 11.

O shit!!! I felt like a big jerk ass. Not to mention since I'm so emotional, I visualized Stephanie heart broken like a sad little puppy when she wrote that back to me. I had to admit my dumb ass pregnant brains / toddler brains had actually forgotten. I HAD BECOME THAT FRIEND. I'm the friend who forgets their friends. SOB SOB CRY SNORT SNIFF SOB!!!!!

As mentioned in previous blogs THE DROOL IS BACK PEOPLE. So bad that I wake up on a soaking pillow and a face so wet you may as well dumped a cup of water on me. This leaves me scrounging around for a tissue or something to wipe it. Then I have to flip my pillow because it is so wet. Then it happens again and I don't know what to do because if I flip it, there is already older cold drool on the other side. Soooo, I just sit and pout till, well, not till I usually just pout until I pass out or get out of bed. YOU WOULD THINK, I mean really, you would think I would be smart enough to place some towels near my bed or something... No, not this girl. I would rather just pout and whine and cry and sob about it.

Exhaustion. Uggg. At approximately 3PM I become useless. I become so tired that all I do is get a headache and pout. Thus comes the moodyness. Last night I was supposed to bathe Brandon while Rob did dishes. I started to get tired. I was so tired, no FAMISHED. So I get Brandon undressed and let him run around the house. My thinking is Rob will see naked child, wife on couch and think, maybe he should bathe Brandon. Nope. Instead he says "Why isn't he in the bath yet?" I am now furious. I explain about how tired I am and ponder why he can't do it. I now begin the biggest case of pouting you ever saw. So he agrees to bathe the child and do the dishes. NOW I'm FURIOUS! I'm upset because he has made me feel bad and like a lazy good for nothing who is only barely pregnant and already being all "poor me i'm so whiney and whahhwahhhwahh blubber blubber blubber!" So, I pick my ass up off the couch and shuffle to the bathroom and say I'll do the dishes. He says no. So I start doing them and he says NO! I sit on the couch now, pouting because I got told no. He then brings Brandon out in his bathrobe. Now I'm pissed he didn't lotion him and dress him. So I huff and puff and go do that. Then I get all huffy at trying to put Brandon to bed. So Rob stops doing the dishes, puts him to bed and tucks me in. Now I'm in bed, and I'm pouting because I am alone in bed. I won't even bore you with the 43 mood swings I had in the middle of the night while the rest of the house was sleeping. Lets just say there were many crisis's involving, tissue, ears, milk, child with knees in back, child with knees in head, leaking sippy cup, milk, tissue, milk, lack of towel, dreams, milk, leaking sippy cup, small child forcing me to not sleep on left side and soooo on. Did I mention the LEAKING FUCKING SIPPY CUP IN MY FUCKING BED!!!!!!!!!!???????!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Okay. Well. Thats all I've got for you today. I must pee now. That makes 43 times today. 8983 times this week and 4 times this hour!

The scar

You know, I often look at all of my scars, I poke em, and squish em, and just generally check to see if they are still there. However I never pay much attention to my C-section scar, because my doctor is so amazing it was barely visible weeks after the surgery. I looked at it today. It is gone. Not gone gone, I mean, since I knew it was there I can see a very faint half inch of it left. However, if I were to pull down my pants and try and prove to you I had a C-section, you would laugh in my face, as there really is no scar there to the visible eye. I am sadder then I thought I would be. My mom, and my friends all still have their scars. I have nothing. I mean if I push really hard, I can tell something is different there, but I can't just look down and enjoy that memory. Now I'm about to have another baby, probably another scar and I can't help but think, this scar is just going to cover up Brandon's. That makes me feel all symbolic, as if this new baby is going to somehow overshadow my son. I hope I am strong enough not to do that. I hope this new scar vanishes also and I can say I just have great skin or something. That would be much easier then feeling like I lost a piece of my son for a new replacement baby. Moms of two kids, how do you do it? How do you love them both the same. How do you keep the older one from getting jealous? Do you make sure to spend alone time with them both, so the older one knows you haven't forgotten? And how on earth, is it possible to have two kids and still remember your husband?