What I Meant to Say – Back in October

The other day while I was in the shower Jace asked me where I had put the baby. 

“What baby?” I asked. 

“The baby in your tummy.” he answered. 

“Ummm. . .it’s still right here in my tummy.  How come?” 

He looked at me confused, thought for a little bit then said “because mom and dad’s take showers, babies take baths.”

Right. 

Anyway, I’m rewinding to October.  And I’m keeping it short.

·    Remember how someone broke into our bank account back in May and stole all of our money.  In October it happened again.  Totally awesome, take two.

·    Brynlee started writing her first, middle AND last name on every.single.one of her school papers.  Dang overachiever. 

·    Kali Jo and I went on a hot date to the Mystic Theater.  Prime rib, cheesecake and Jekyll and Hyde.  And although I was in the first stages of ummmm, this pregnancy may very well be the death of me we had a great time.  Fabulous time, even.  And since Kali is such a great friend she didn’t even complain when I requested that we go outside during intermission so I could spit without qualm.  Why yes, I am that classy.

·    Side note: A good portion of my pregnancy doom and gloom comes from the sheer amount of spit that I produce while creating a baby.  My saliva glands go into overdrive.  It’s disgusting.  I can fill an entire water bottle. . . too much information?  Yeah, I think so too.  Moving on. 

·    Spence introduced Jace to He-Man {circa 1983}.  Jace was smitten at episode one and every now and again convinces Brynlee to be Battle Cat so he can ride on her back in his quest to conquer the universe.

·    We brought home my newest love, my LG Steam washer and dryer.  Doing laundry has never felt so hip.

·    My sisters and I successfully threw a baby shower for Jaelynn.  Jessica brought Taco Soup.  I decided that Taco Soup was the BEST THING EVER and ate it for a week straight. 

·    FYI: And then Taco Soup joined a quickly growing list of foods that I shall never, ever partake of again.

·    Brynlee sang a solo in the primary program at church.  I Love to See the Temple.  Everything about it was perfection, says her totally unbiased mother.

·    Jace and I continue to love our one on one time while Brynlee is at school.  That kid, I can't get enough of him.

·    We found a huge beehive in our maple tree and had a good time dissecting it.

·    And of course Halloween festivities: painting pumpkins, volunteering at Brynlee’s school Halloween party, pumpkin patch and Halloween.



Brynlee and her VSP doll.

Kali and I after our night out.

My superhero.

Brynlee and her friend, Alyssa, after self decorating with the Halloween stickers.

A beehive from our maple tree.

Halloween party at Brynlee's school.

Kate and Jake filled the kids Halloween bags to the brim.  My kids sorta love those two.

And that’s October in a nutshell.

Stop, Rewind, Play.

You know that feeling when you have so much to do that you just don’t know where to start?  So instead of doing the dishes, or getting the laundry started or making beds or cleaning up the spilt cheerios you walk in circles – pretending to be busy – while you contemplate the pros and cons of what to do first.  And then, somehow, it’s already lunch time and you still haven’t showered or brushed your teeth, you can’t even find your to-do list anymore and to top it off the cheerios have magically multiplied and replenished to an astonishing new level.

That’s where I’m at with blogging.

I mean, do I go back to October and write about the outdated happenings – like Thanksgiving, and our Christmas season, and how my adorable little Brynlee sang a solo in the primary program at church.  Do I commit myself to writing down the outdated for memories sake?  Or do I start fresh leaving the last 4 months explained as a time that I was too sick to even turn on my computer.

It's a quandary alright.  A big, fat {exaggerated} journaling quandary.  But I debate still the same.

The easiest thing to do would be to pick up today with yet another lame blog post about our current happenings.  It’s a new year after all and honestly, with all the nausea and pregnancy woes our Christmas season wasn’t really that eventful.  There’s not really that much to record for memories sake.

But my OCD tells me otherwise.  In case you are wondering, obsessive disorders don’t take sick leaves.  And the holidays only seem to aggravate them.  And for some strange, unexplainable reason I can hear my little sis's whining voice complaining that Mom wrote about “every.single.one of our labor and deliveries EXCEPT FOR HERS!”  Not that mom loves her any less, but Katie was the fifth kid.  And seriously, how many different ways can you write “It hurt like heck and I swore never to do it again, and then {tada} I held my new baby and all the misery was forgotten.”  But nonetheless, Kate feels a bit jipped by the whole pregnancy journaling thing.

Which is why I will still be writing Jace’s Third Birthday letter.  Four months after the dang kid turned three.  Because the little guy already has to be the middle child in our family, he shouldn’t have to live with the complex that his mother wrote a letter to every.single.one of her children on their third birthday, EXCEPT FOR HIM.  Think of the counseling and therapy that would ensue.  Right, Katie?

And while I’m rewinding back to September to write Jace’s birthday letter I might as well tell you a few other things that has happened since then.  Just because.  And why not.  And the OCD.

So what I’m saying is over the next week or so you can expect some rewind posts that were so last year.

If you’ve already moved on and one more word about the Holidays is going to cause you to throw a frozen fruitcake at your computer screen feel free to ignore my next few posts.  No hard feelings.

Preggy Want a Cracker

Every year we get a new Christmas ornament.
Jace got Batman.  Brynlee got a little gymnast.  I got this one.
Spence couldn't have picked out a better one for me.

My friend Breah is expecting her second child the end of July.  Since her and I are sort of in this whole pregnancy thing together 99% of our conversations are consumed by the joy that is pregnancy.  Last conversation I asked for a reminder, “How many weeks are you again?” 

“9 weeks” she answered.  “I can’t believe it; it’s actually going really fast.”

I responded with an OH, HECK NO! 

And I meant it to.  This pregnancy has been everything but fast.  Uncomfortable?  Yes.  Nauseating? You betcha.  Totally and completely miserable?  Abso-freakin-lutely. 

But fast?  Uhhh, no.  Capital “N” capital “O”.  No, no, no.  As in, not in the least.

I told my doctor at one of my last appointments that I was falling completely apart with this pregnancy.  “Uncle, I’m calling uncle!” I told him.  He laughed and tried to comfort yet another crazy morning sickened pregnant lady.  It’s sort of what he’s paid for, I guess.

But the nurse – she agreed - completely falling apart.  {I really like my nurse, by the way.}  I mean she should know; she’d been the one on clean up duty after I threw up all over their brand new office at my first appointment.  And she was there when I tested positive for my fourth {FOURTH!} UTI since becoming pregnant.  And the abnormal blood work - she’d been the lucky one that called to tell me about that too.  And then when I had the allergic reaction to my amoxicillin and called into the office covered head to toe in an itchy rash, she’d taken my call.  “How many more times you doing to do this whole pregnancy thing, Kim?” she joked.  I ran to the bathroom because the question in and of itself brought on another bout of uncontrollable morning sickness.

Does it make me less of a mother if I despise pregnancy?  It’s a hypothetical question.  I don’t really want you to answer that. 

I mean, I’m aware that there are people out there that enjoy pregnancy.  They get that glow.  Their belly looks like the lady on the cover of Maternity Yoga.  They run a marathon at seven months.  And they go through the entire pregnancy without throwing up.

But not all pregnant women are created equal.  Some experience morning sickness. 

And then there are others of us that fall in the category of weeks and weeks of nonstop vomiting.  My doctor told me it has a name: Hyperemesis.  I don’t care what it’s called, it sucks.

My absolute favorite is when those people that LOOOOOVVVE pregnancy try to offer advice to us sorry puking souls that despise it.  “I hear ginger works” they say.  Or “Have you tried sucking on hard candy?”  “What about saltine crackers?”

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve wanted to say “Saltine Crackers?  Get out!  That’s the answer.  Eating a couple crackers?  I’ve been vomiting for four months straight and all I needed to do was eat a flippin’ cracker?”

{For those of you that asked: I'm 16 weeks along.}

Oh My Quotable Friday: Laugh

 

Other things: 

• Spencer took his final yesterday.  This semester was so much easier for him than last semester.
•  I need my hair cut and colored.  Bad.  I haven’t had it done since May 12th.  That makes the hair stylist in me cringe.
• Jace has been a bit obsessed with the princess dress-up truck lately.  But honestly, he makes a pretty cute sleeping beauty and it’s given me plenty of opportunity to take pictures for future blackmail purposes.
• Brynlee loves Kindergarten.  Like loves, loves.
• I’m due June 15^th.  
• I haven’t gone to bed after 8:00 since the second week in October.  So not typical of the night owl in me.  Pregnancy makes you so weird.
• Speaking of weird, about week six of pregnancy I dreamt that I bought the local Jamba Juice.  So not kidding when I tell you that since then I am constantly dreaming that I’m the owner of Jamba Juice.  I’ve interviewed and hired, made smoothies, hung advertisements, even washed the Jamba Juice windows. It’s sorta like my night job.
• Brynlee lost her third tooth this week.  Uncle Jake coached her again.  That makes two teeth that the two of them have ‘co-pulled’.
• I deleted my facebook account.
• Alan and Jaelynn now have the cutest little bundle of pink living with them.  Chloe Jane.  Our weekend plans are to snuggle her.
• Spence is done with work this Friday and doesn’t have to report back until 2012. 
• Which also means that we will be in our pajamas from this Friday until 2012.  It’s just sort of what happens when we are all home together.
• I spent most of yesterday morning reading Christmas stories and watching Christmas on YouTube in preparation for my Christmas lesson this Sunday.  Christmas stories + Christmas music makes me cry.
• Cutie oranges are a fav at our house right now.
• One of my best friends is due a month and a half after me.  I’m excited to have babies the exact same age.
• Tonight’s plans: put together our gingerbread house.
• Today’s plans: do some laundry so my kiddos have clean socks.

Happy Friday-ing.