Thursday, April 1, 2010

Hope your Easter is a scream

We are off to my parent's beach house for the holiday weekend. Because I've been so sick and becaue I'm lame, I didn't get around to taking the kids to see the Easter bunny this year. So I will leave you with this little gem from three years ago. Happy Easter!


Monday, March 29, 2010

Only 34 weeks left

Just an update on what I've been up to -


This pregnancy is kicking my ASK. I'm either sleeping, trying not to hurl, spending loads of time deciding what I want to eat, throwing out what I just decided I would eat, popping back Tums. Rinse. Repeat. I do sincerely love being pregnant, this is just not my favorite part. I'll deal with it though because hopefully it means that little sweet pea is getting nice and cozy.

We decided to tell the kids - they were excited for about a minute but didn't seem terribly impressed. They both did tell us, however, that they want a girl baby, and that her name should be Sara (Bubba's pick) or Dora (MJ's pick). Maybe we will go with Dora in the hopes of having a more Mexican looking baby friend.

My parents also know now courtesy of MJ and the big mouth she inherited from me. They came to visit this past Saturday, barely had time to take off their jackets before MJ blurted "Mommy has a baby in her belly!" In retrospect, expecting a 4-year-old to keep is secret is pretty ridiculous. Not the best strategy on our part.

So that's what is new on my end. It's hard to believe that something the size of a grape is wreaking such havoc on my body. Sweet little Dora is just hard at work.

Princess Potty Mouth


MJ: "Mommy, bubba said a bad word."
Me: "What did he say?"
MJ: "He said 'ask.'"
Me: "Well that's not a bad word honey.
That's what you say if you have a question.
Like when I ask you what you want
for dinner. Or when I ask you if you want to color."
MJ: "Ohhhh OK. Like 'I'm going to kick your ask.'"

Seriously no idea where she got little gem from. But I'm so glad to see my little chat with her answered any ambiguities she had about the word "ask."

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

My Calm, Relaxing TTC Story

It's been quite a whirlwind since I last posted. I had forgotten all of the lovely symptoms that go along with the first few weeks of pregnancy. I have zero energy which doesn't really go well with having two rambunctious kids and a horse-sized dog. I am thankful though for each and every symptom because it's a sign that little sweet pea is getting nice and cozy.

We had decided to unofficially start trying to conceive in January. I'm too much of a spaz and way too forgetful to take my temperature every morning, so we took a more relaxed route. I planned to stay completely calm during my TTC journey. Well, it's a good thing it didn't take that long because I was the furthest thing from calm.

On Al's birthday (CD 11 to you fellow TTCers), I thought "wouldn't it be nice to give Al a positive pregnancy test as a present?" So I took a test and was greeted with this result:


Holy tiny, pale line!! I freaked out, wrapped it up and presented it to Al later after dinner, all the while giving myself major props for such an awesome birthday present. Al's response: "what am I looking at here?" He thought I had hallucinated a line because he saw absolutely nothing. For realz? In case you are in Al's camp, here is a slightly edited version of the above picture:


(Don't hate on my penmanship)

Al, being the entirely too logical person that he is, didn't want to get his hopes up by getting all excited about a line he couldn't see. This really interfered with my excitement. So I waited a few days, retested, and got my clear as day positive!

I kid. That's what a normal, rational person would do. What I did was pee on many, many subsequent tests, and then scrutinized them under direct light. I also googled "evaporation lines" "home pregnancy tests" "first response" "faint positives" in every imaginable combination. I also may or may not have uploaded a picture to this site. Dear friends, I wish I was kidding. And it probably wouldn't surprise you that I also stalked this site.

Al saw me on the verge of insanity and had the common sense to hide my remaining pregnancy tests, and limit my use of google. Four days after my first test, and two days after my mild psychosis, Al gave me a test and that sweet second line showed up right away. And Al saw it too.

In November we will, God willing, become a family of five. I am so ridiculously happy! I am also hoping just a teeny bit that this one resembles me. It would be nice to not be mistaken for the Mexican nanny anymore.

*This post is linked to Rage Against the Minivan's Keepin It Real*

Wednesday, March 17, 2010

Saturday, March 13, 2010

Bring on the rain. I kid.

Roof leaking again. Need a drink.

Almost one year ago, we noticed that the wall and ceiling in our bedroom were leaking. Long story short, we called our insurance company, they cut us a check, we paid our $1,500 deductible (SO sucky), hired degenerate general contractor, and he gave us a brand new bedroom.

We are entirely too naive and trusting, I'll be the first to admit it. General contractor screwed us over and didn't fix the cause, just put a little band-aid over it. That held up for about 8 months until the problems started all over again. With all of this lovely weather (over 70 inches of snow!), our bedroom has gotten worse and because of all the snow and rain, our new, trustworthy, wonderful contractor has been unable to begin work. Our insurance company hasn't been the best either - can you believe it? An insurance company dragging their heels to pay out a claim? Unheard of, I know.

So I have had to live with this:


and this


But on the plus side, at least my husband found a purpose for that pot that I haven't used since receiving it at my wedding shower. He's so creative.

And at the current moment, we are in the midst of a monsoon that will not let up until Monday. So until then we will have our own customized sound machine and I can fall asleep to the sound of the rain falling in my bedroom. Literally. I have managed to stay pretty positive throughout this and continue to be thankful for the roof over our heads. Even though it's a leaky one.

*This post is linked to Show My Face: Six Word Saturday!*

Friday, March 12, 2010

House of Sick

It figures that the first full week of nice weather we have, we are all sick. Well, everyone except for Al. Can someone please explain to me how a man who eats no fruits or vegetables and does not take vitamins always manages to avoid getting sick? Maybe I should look into the meat and carb diet he strictly follows. Seriously though, I've had a dry, nagging cough for two weeks, and the amount of snot and phlegm I expel from my body every morning surely qualifies me for some Guiness Book of World Records title. Just keepin' it real.

We have been doing a lot of this


and this


We did manage to make it out of the house to attend a cute Philadelphia Zoo-On-Wheels event where MJ was picked to hold an elephant ear.


I'd be lying if I said I wasn't grossed out by that. I mean, it's the ear of a dead animal. Kind of creepy. (Remember, I'm the gal who is scared of raw meat) MJ thought so too and insisted on leaving the event to wash her hands. Luckily, a mom next to us overheard and loaned her some hand sanitizer. It's funny because MJ has inherited nothing from my genes other than my neurosis. Poor girl.


If you've popped over from Friday Follow, I promise I don't always write about being sick and dead animal parts. Stay tuned for next week when I discuss bubba's obsession with butts. Riveting.