I hate my car

Actually, quite the contrary, I love my car.  I am sick of driving.  Sick Sick Sick.  I had a great doctor’s appt. on Friday complete with a rapidly beating heartbeat (babies, not mine) and only 1 lb. of weight gain.  I was pleased.  The Big Day is scheduled for September 21st and I am still almost 99% sure it will be Blue shoes for us. 

Orientation was a reality check.  I hadn’t really thought about going back to school until I sat in the classroom again.  Although this is my third semester, it is still a tad surreal to know that in 2 years, I will be in the workforce again with a degree.  A degree.  It’s very hard to believe that I am smart enough to finish college and earn a degree.  After leaving Orientation, I had to run around town (which idiot drivers) to find a waterproof Lab coat.  That was an unnerving fiasco.  I finally found one at a very small off the wall Uniform store and they had one left, waterproof, in my size.  How’s that for coicidental?

Then I had to rush home, a one hour drive one way, to meet the Cable guy.  Ran back to my inlaws and ended up crashing there for one more night as I had a horrible headache and bad pubic bone pain. 

Makena woke up around midnight and stayed up almost the entire night.  She is sick.  I am not sure if it is a cold or sinus issues, but either way, she is miserable.  She cries, pukes, cries, pukes.. but she only seems to vomit mucous.  It is disgusting.  A quick call to the dr. only left us with minimal answers and the normal “this is going around..bad.”  So we were told to give her Triaminic cough medicine with an Expectorant and wait it out, only to call back if she develops a fever.  So far she seems to be doing okay besides her random bouts of scream/vomit.

 Project Bed is coming along.  Today we got T a new bed, but not one I particularly wanted. It is a twin size Racecar bed, very nice, and he loves it. However, I was trying to get away from the kiddie-type beds and move him into something more realistic that will last him through the years.  This will work I suppose.  He is excited and promises he will sleep there all night without mommy and daddy.  Doubtful, but we’ll see!

 We just got home about 2 hours ago and I am beyond exhausted. It has been a long week.  Oh.. and when we got home, the backdoor was standing wide open. I guess Mr. Cable guy forgot to shut the damn thing.

Till Friday

I am off to MIL’s this morning (and yes.. it’s too early for a normal human to be up) until Friday afternoon.

Wish us luck.

One down, two to go

Is it Friday yet?  Makena slept good last night, but Tanner was up and down the entire night.

 Tanner never was a good sleeper.  From the minute we brought him home from the hospital, I was a neurotic mother that hovered over him 24/7.  I couldn’t let him out of my sight for one second.  He slept with me because I was terrified he would quit breathing.  He had a week long NICU stay after birth and I don’t think we ever got over that fear of losing him.  First we put him in the Basinette, but that was very short lived and his insistent crying made me believe he was physically hurt.  I would scoop him up, calm him down and stick him in bed with me.  At 3 months of age, we moved him into a crib in our room hoping that would buy us all a little sleep.  He wasn’t having it.  He was adamant that our bed was the only place he would shut his little eyes.  So in the end, he was in bed with us, night after night.

I remember his Pediatrician telling me, at his 2 year checkup, that if we didn’t control it now, we never would and he’d be 6 years old and sleeping in our bed.  I thought “no way! That won’t happen to us.”  I’m thinking he was right!

We bought Tanner a toddler bed when he was about 2 years old and he was so excited. He played on it all day, and eventually, fell asleep in that big boy bed.  But after a measley 2 hour nap, he was in our bed for the night.  I figured that eventually he would learn that his bed is for sleeping and getting in our bed wasn’t really that fun anyways.  He never learned that.

 Tanner is almost 4 now and he still sleeps with us.  We even took the bed out of his room since it was a waste of space. (it wasn’t a big deal as the bed was borrowed)  In roughly two weeks, we will be purchasing a new bed for him with high hopes that we can all finally sleep in peace…in our own beds.  I am not naive, I know it will take an act of congress to get him in his own bed. But after C started working, we have zero time alone.  Last night was the very last straw.

Tanner came to bed bouncing off the walls.  He likes to fall asleep in the living room watching TV.  Finally, at 2 AM, tanner decided he was tired and promptly fell asleep in the recliner, only to be in our bed half an hour later.  My back aches, my hips hurt and I get very little sleep anymore. 

So, we will call this Project Bed.  Hopefully it won’t be too traumatizing for any of us.

Still here

We’ll call today “Tired Tuesday.”  I didn’t sleep worth crap last night and neither did the kids.  At some point we were all waken up by a light thunderstorm and the cat spent the night terrorizing the paper towel holder. 

 Yesterday turned out better than I thought it would. The kids went back into our old routine fairly quickly and were pretty laid-back for the most part. We only had one major meltdown from Tanner and that was quickly curbed with Blue and his infamous Clue.  Makena took a very good nap that lasted just shy of 4 hours.  How did I get so lucky to have such a great sleeper?  Tanner never was, hell, he still isn’t.  I dread what my future holds and I spend many nights wondering who this baby will take after.  Sleepy sister or up all night Tanner…

 C seems to like his new job. He gets a good long hour lunch when he’s only used to 30 minutes.  This is perfect as my classes are directly behind the jobsite and I can meet him for lunch twice a week.  Kid-free lunches, I likey.

I am currently enjoying a nice tall glass of water and watching the latest updates on Hurricane Dean.  As of last night, Dean was upgraded to a Category 5 hurricane.  Scary shit.  I don’t know anyone in Mexico, but we are expected to get some of the remnants late Friday night.  Good news for us, terrible news for Mexico.

D-Day

Today C went back to work full-time after a layoff that lasted about 2 months.  I didn’t sleep worth a crap last night. I think partly because of the pregnancy and partly because of my subconscious fear of today.  I don’t know why I am so nervous. I’ve stayed home with my babies since they were born, so this shouldn’t be a big ordeal. But it is…

 Both of the kids are still asleep. Small pieces of heaven. 

Next week is going to be super hectic and I hope I can keep Blueberry updated.  I have a dr. appt. this Friday. I am itching to have another sonogram, but the dr. is very old fashioned and has no desire to fill my wishes until my 20th week. (which won’t happen until the third week in September)  Alas, I wait and wait. I can feel kicks now which is enormously comforting.  After a string of tragic second trimester losses from a few close friends, I have been very on edge lately.

Guess I should get my butt in gear.

The surprise..

No, I didn’t forget.

In 2000, C bought me a ring.  In 2003, I lost that ring.  We searched high and low and had reserved ourselves to the fact that it was a lost cause.

MIL found it!!  We don’t know how it ended up in the back room on the shelf. But it did.  I almost jumped up and down for joy.  Oh how I’ve missed this ring.  It has sentimental value to both of us and I am ecstatic that she found it!

Back to reality

After three long days at the inlaws, we are finally home and trying to get back to normal life.  Husband got a new job and I start school in one week.  Excited, nervous, uneasy about daycare.. all emotions I feel at one time. 

I think I found a really good daycare providor.  We won’t be going back to our old home based care center because the commute would just be too much.  I did some online searching through the CPS website and found a daycare without much in the way of violations. (mostly little things that my own house could violate)  I only need them twice a week, but they require three days if going part-time. The difference between PT and FT is about 60.00.  They agreed to work it out and I will just pay up from Sept. through Dec. (the length of my class semester)  It will be a chunk, a tad under 1500.00, but we think it’s best to just get it out of the way.  So, for 14 weeks of childcare, 2 kids, part-time, we will pay as much as 5 car payments.  Whew.

I got all my books yesterday from a tardtastic unhelpful jackass at the bookstore.  Eventually I learned that I could probably do a better job in finding my own books, so I did.  400.00 later and I am 1 book shy of everything I need.  I hope to get that book next week.

Next week will be hectic. I have a dr. appt. on the 24th as well as Orientation.  We have to eat lunch with the Sophmore’s. (why do I feel like I am in high school again?)  I’m not all too excited, but we do get free lunch.  Anything for food.  Then we have a relaxing (yeah right) weekend and then it’s off to school, kids off to daycare and C off to his new (kinda new) job.  Hip-Hip-Hooray.

Tuesday

Tuesday doesn’t suck nearly as bad as Monday, but it still isn’t Friday.

New happenings at our house…

*The cat is digging all the dirt out of my plants. Why?

*Charles has a job interview tomorrow morning bright and early. Woot!

*I had another “boy” dream, but he was wearing pink shoes.  (and the hospital stole him)

*Round Ligament pain really does exist and it sucks in comparison to Hemi’s.

*I’m coughing a lot and peeing a lot. Sometimes at the same time.

We are going to the inlaws tonight for our neice’s 4th birthday party.  I am excited as that means FREE FOOD!!  Who doesn’t like free food?  Not sure what’s on the menu, but I am sure it involves a grill, potatoes and salt as that seems to be their main staples.  The only downside to this party is a certain person (whom I hate with a vengance) was invited. I hope she shows up. It could be vewy vewy interesting. <insert evil laugh>

Oh.. I forgot to add.. My MIL informed me last night that she has a surprise for me. Something that will make me “jump up and down for joy.”  Nothing makes me jump up and down anymore, but we’ll see.

My kinda woman ;)

I just finished watching Tyler Perry’s hilariously intriguing movie Diary of a Mad Black Woman for the fiftieth time. I can’t get enough.  Ghetto-fied gun totin’ grandma is awshom.  Two things always happen to me after watching this movie. 

 1.  I aspire to be just like her.

2.   I desperately want to attend her church. 

AMEN!

It wasn’t that easy

to get rid of me!  I am finally back.  I have a new ISP and a better outlook on the virtual world in general. 

 Let’s see.  We’ve been busy.  My daughter had her EEG on Friday. (yesterday)  The Tech said she doesn’t see anything to be concerned about, but the Pediatric Neurologist is gone until after the 20th.  We should hear the “official” results around the 1st of September.  It sounds further away than it really is.  For those of you that don’t know, she has been having episodes that appear to be seizure-like, but don’t really follow any set “rule.”  (ie.. she only has them when she’s extremely pissed or hurt)

My son has suddenly become interested in body parts of the other sex. Yippee.  Him and my neice have become pretty accustomed to getting caught behind the toybox.  How do I get him to understand without traumatizing him for life? Sex in our house isn’t a dirty deed, or something to be ashamed of.  So how do I instill that in my son without him thinking it is okay to sneak behind the bushes for a quick look-see?  That’s the tricky part.

The newcomer to our family has unofficially been dubbed “Baby Goat.”  BG will, hopefully, make his/her debut in early February.  I will be 15 weeks on Monday and time seems to be at a stand still.  My hips are already killing me and I am not even halfway through this pregnancy.  Ugh.  I dread to think of what December holds.

That’s all folks.