Happy Birthday Isaiah

In the scary hours after our second son was born, I was told I shouldn't have anymore babies. Thank God we didn't listen to that doctor. I can't imagine for one second our lives without Isaiah. From the second he was born, he has been a ray of sunshine for everyone who he meets. He is the same way now as he was as a baby, even tempered and happy, not much phases him. He always has a smile, hug, or laugh for everyone.

Today my little guy turns five. Part of me is heartbroken, the other part is so proud of the little man he is quickly becoming. Pre-k graduation is around the corner and in the fall, I send him out into the big bad world of Elementary school. I am not worried about him as much as I was the other two, he is academically and socially a pro. But he is still my BABY.

Today daddy and I let him skip school and took him to spend his birthday cash, to Build a Bear, and to a special lunch. The kid never ceases to amaze me. He made sure almost every toy he bought could be shared with his brothers. A snow cone machine, a bubble machine, movies, all things that all three can enjoy. I adore his heart.

He is funny.

And oh so cute.

Wake Me When It Is Time

When we were little, the three of us kids used pretend to sleep for "days", to make time go faster, you know because we reasoned that time went fast at night. I remember one summer break we were going to Wet and Wild(a water park)on a weekend, so Monday we piled into one bed, determined to sleep until the weekend. Of course it only lasted a few hours and we couldn't take it anymore, we had to run and play. The weekend came on it's own time and we had a blast at Wet and Wild.

I feel like doing that right now. I desperately want to speed up this pregnancy, at least until I KNOW the baby is okay. I haven't blogged since I announced it, because I am kinda paralyzed. I am fighting with fear almost every minute. Each day that passes I become more hopeful, more attached, yet there is more to lose.

I am going to do my best not to turn my blog into a bunch of paranoid, whining, pregnancy crap. So if I am quiet for a while, you can pretty much count on the fact that I am rocking in a corner poking my boobs, to see if they still hurt.

Surprise!

I have always loved the saying, "You plan, God laughs".

I used to be a neurotic planner, but parenthood has created enough chaos that I know it's just not reasonable anymore.

We planned to take this month of from trying to have a baby. I even had a few drinks, a few times, something I haven't EVER done. We relaxed and it was nice. I was a little miffed when my period didn't show, but wasn't concerned, after all we tried NOT to get pregnant.

I tested a few days later, just to be sure, and as I expected it was negative. Still no monthly friend. So I tested again and again negative. I figured I was just going to skip a month. Not normal, but it has happened.

I started to feel awful; falling asleep on the couch, dizzy, hungry, grouchy, an my boob hurt like hell. I figured I had horrible PMS, but when we were cashing out that the $store I grabbed a cheapy test. I took it in a mall bathroom, because pregnancy tests in my possession MUST BE TAKEN.

And holy crap there was a SUPER light line. So I ran out and got a more expensive one and holy hell it was positive too.

Still not satisfied that it was a mistake, the next day, I took these:

How do you argue when it says PREGNANT?

I've had very bad luck in the fertility department for the past few years, so I am a bit of a nervous wreck. I tested again today, desperate to see the lines get darker. They are a tiny bit darker, but not what I hoped to see. So I wait and pray the lines don't stop coming and this baby keeps growing.

I look back on my pregnancies with my three boys, before all the loss and pain, and remember taking a test and just assuming I was having a baby in 9 months. I wish so damn badly I could go back to that blissful ignorance.

I am trying to be calm and almost detached from it all right now, but it is not possible. In my mind I am picking names and outfits.

The Time My Head Exploded on Facebook

****If you are one of the few conservative friends I have left, just skip this post. Love ya****

I admit, I am a horrible person, when it comes to political stuff, especially on Facebook.

If I went to High School with you 13 years ago, we haven't talked in person, some how became friends on Facebook, and you post something totally ignorant, I am am going to HIDE or un-friend you. Wow that was a run on sentence.


Since the election I have learned, if a friend request is a fan of either; Glen Beck, Fox News, Sarah Palin, the Teabaggers, or George W. you will be DENIED. Sorry. I just can't take it.

This little rant leads to my head exploding.

Yesterday, while avoiding housework, I was playing on Facebook. I landed on a post from a clearly redneck high school "friend" ranting about Obama taking away the National Day of Prayer. This was not the first post of that nature I had read yesterday. Just like the others, I just linked the Snopes story that clarified that Obama in NO way planned on stopping the day of prayer, despite the fact it was deemed unconstitutional.


No, I am not saying he should have canceled it, in fact I will not give an opinion on it at all.

Well everyone else I linked to the articles that proved he was not planning on canceling it quietly erased their posts. Not this dude, who for the sake of identity, we will call Bubba. NO Bubba wanted to fight. Which is cool, I am always down for a brawl debate. He wasn't even the one that made my head explode, it was his friends...
Here is a rundown of the comments on the post:

me:linking to the articles

Bubba:oh YOU are one of the uninformed people who voted for that man, ain't you.

Me:Yes, I proudly voted for Obama. I was and continue to be well informed. Which is why I am INFORMING you that story is not true.

Bubbetta (female friend):Well I saw it on FOX news so it MUST be true.

*HOLY SHIT THAT IS WHERE MY HEAD EXPLODED*

Bubba#2:I hear he is going to tax every gallon of gas we get.

Bubba#3:I hear he is going to take away our right to fish.

Bubba:That man is just NO GOOD for our great country

me:let me guess you all think he is a Muslim still?

Bubba: YES

Finally my brain could take no more. I blocked him. Sweet baby Jesus, he wants to take away our right to go fishin'? What is this world coming to?

Wordless Wenesday: Butterflies

Spring Break

This week was the kiddos spring break from school. Up until this year, I would have been dreading this week. Really sick to my stomach with dread. This year was totally different, I was looking forward to it.

Why?

First, hubby took the week off too, so we had an entire of week of family time. Second, my kids are fun. I LOVED having babies and toddlers and really worried about the next phase of childhood. Now that we are here, I am loving it. They are still young enough to need and want me, but old enough to be pretty independent. All in all, it rocks.

We went on egg hunts, to the beach, flew kites, to the movies, shopping, out to eat, watched movies at home, fired up the bbq for the first time,and just reveled in lazy spring time fun.



Hubby has to go back to work tomorrow and the kids and I are headed off to a big birthday party. School starts again on Monday, sigh. I say bring on summer.

Wordless Wednesday: For Maddie

Words fail me today. Surrounding Heather, Mike, Maddie, Annie, and Rigby in light and love.