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Why I am Moody

July 9, 2007

I can’t sleep.

I have a basketball under my shirt… or so it seems.

I’m swollen everywhere – and thats not very pleasant “down there.”

It’s hot outside – and humid.  I’m from Colorado, where hot and humid don’t happen on the same day. I miss home a bit.

I lost the bottoms to my only maternity swimming suit. So, when I want to go swimming, I have to go in boy gym shorts and my suit top.

Julia has a cold.  A toddler with a cold.  Enough said.

The baby’s room still needs trim put up and the closet cleaned out.

The playroom still needs…  wait, what playroom?

I have to find my own replacement for the 2 months I plan to be gone on maternity leave for one of my jobs, and that’s not going so well.

Water gives me heartburn.

The very frequent trips to the pee-hole aren’t cute or fun anymore.

I work with ALL women, many of which think it’s appropriate to feel my belly at any time.

Julia has been testing limits ever since we got the crib put together…  coincidence?

My doctor canceled my last appointment, which was supposed to be on Friday. (He had a funeral to go to.)

Many of the volunteers at church that I am supposed to coordinate and schedule for Sunday mornings are burning out and finding excuses not to come anymore.

My dad is coming to visit in early August and he and his wife will have no where to sleep unless we get busy with the downstairs level of our home, which needs a lot of TLC.

My feet itch like crazy – well my whole body does – but my feet are hard to reach.

My back muscles are mad at me for lifting things I really shouldn’t be lifting.

My nesting instincts are kicking in, but I don’t feel a lot of progress – and that’s just depressing.

There, that feels better.  While it’s nice to be pregnant, and I do appreciate everything that I have – an occasional whine-fest is healthy once in a while.  Thanks for listening.

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Obligatory Update

July 1, 2007

Vacation Bible School is over and I can breathe again!  It was fun.  The week of VBS was a blast, and I was able to forget all the hard times I went through having two other directors in the mix with me.  They took over, and I finally let them do it – and now I’m glad for that because .. now that it’s over, I realize that all the silly details weren’t all that important anyway.

Hubby turned 30.  He got a gift card to the brew store. He loves to brew his beer… I’ve been craving beer, but have only had one small sip of the stuff since almost a year ago.  I’m glad he has some good hobbies that keep him out of trouble anyway.

He also had his second Father’s Day.  I think I gave him the best gift ever…  Julia got him a gift certificate to go golfing, and I got him a whole day off from church.  Rich hasn’t missed a day of church since I got hired (except twice, when we were both out of town together)… and he was able to take that entire Sunday to golf with his dad and his brother.  I think they had fun – they came back smelly and tired and telling stories of the beaver they saw on the course.

We also had our 6th wedding anniversary.  We dumped Julia off at her Auntie’s house so that Rich and I could enjoy dinner together without her.  We ate at the Cracker Barrel, and then went shopping and putzed around town for a bit.  When we picked J up at Auntie’s house, we also brought her two cousins home with us… they spent the night at our house, as a small favor to Auntie and Uncle – who needed a sitter the following morning.  It was a lesson in patience, but it was fun nonetheless.

Then VBS happened, and now here I am trying to come up with all kinds of details that have happened in 3 weeks time to keep this blog updated.

The baby is kicking – she seems healthy and happy.  This coming Thursday will be my first OB appointment that is 2 weeks after the last one.  I’ll get to visit every 2 weeks for a while, then it will go to weekly during my last month.  The due date still hasn’t changed (which is a good thing, since I’m kind of an anal planner)… she’s scheduled to arrive sometime around the 26th of September.  That puts me close to my 28th week, and now I’m starting to feel the pain.  This pregnancy is much harder than the last one. Much much much… but I’m managing to enjoy it when I can.  Julia is excited – and I think life around here is going to change drastically over the next week or so, when we FINALLY get the nursery put together.  God bless my hunk of a hubby who has put new cork flooring down in the nursery … the walls are painted.. the trim has been painted… and it’s all going to come together soon.  He puts up with my impatient nagging… I keep asking him when it’s going to be done – and he patiently reminds me that it’s hard to paint walls and install a floor when taking care of a preggo wife, a toddler kid, running a VBS station, and working full time all at once.  I forget sometimes how much he does for us. He’s amazing.

When we get the nursery put together, then we can refocus on the playroom – which is supposed to be the whole downstairs of the house (next to the this-here-office of ours).  That will be such a blessing…  though, I wish it could miraculously get done within the next 5 weeks so that I can seriously consider starting my home childcare business.  I guess we’ll have to wait and see….

I think my dad and his wifey are coming out in early August.  I told him they’re crazy – they might as well wait until early October… saves them a trip, because they will HAVE TO come out to meet little missy when she’s born..  but he insists and they have the time and plans to come anyway, so that’ll be cool.

I’ve been thinking about and missing my mom and my brother a lot lately.  It’s been years since I’ve talked to my now-estranged brother… but he’s been coming up in my thoughts a lot lately for some reason.  I hope he’s okay.  My mom and I chat very briefly from time to time online… but never with any sustenance to the conversation.   I think this pregnancy is making me hyper-aware of the relationship that is missing there.   Oh well.

I’ve been a horrible friend to everybody around me lately.  My long-time friend Abbey recently graduated college and I didn’t even so-much-as send her a card.  My friend Angela has given us a ton of stuff for the baby and I haven’t sent her a card or called her at all recently.  I have no idea how my Aunt Julie-O is doing… I haven’t talked to her since right after she had her back surgery months ago.  My friend Megan visited a couple of months ago with their newborn baby and she’s since sent pictures over email and I haven’t taken the time to write her a few sentences to let her know I’ve been thinking of her.

I’d love to say that I’m going to sign off now so that I can catch up on all those regrets… but what really must be done is some tidying up of the office before I lose myself in the piles.
Thanks for reading! Look forward to another long, rambling, senseless update in the future.

*exhale*

I’ve lost it

June 18, 2007

I don’t know what “IT” is that I am referring to in the title, exactly, because IT can be anything these days.  It seems as though I have no idea where anything is anymore.  Yes, I’m familiar with “preggo brain” but I thought it was worst in the first tri-mester… at least, it was with my first pregnancy.  This time around – my preggo brain is kicking in at FULL SWING right now, just as I’m getting into the third trimester.

I’m losing things that I could never possibly lose:

– My swimsuit bottoms.  I have the top, I have the towel, I have everything I had when I last had the top and the bottom together – but now I don’t know where my bottom is.  ARUGH frustrating… and I only had one maternity swimming suit.

– Apparently I’ve lost four reimbursement checks that the church has cut me.  The finance guy came to me today with a list of checks that have been written to me but never cashed, and how the HELL could I lose a check? I immediately sign the backs of those babies and go deposit them.  The good news is (I guess?) that I didn’t miss the money… apparently I didn’t even realize that the checks never cleared until I was told so today.

– A whole bunch of stamp pads.  I’m not into stamping or stamps or anything stamp related, but I did have a bunch of ink pads for stamps in with all the other crafty crap I have to keep in my basement for the church… and I can’t find a single one.  I did go out and buy a new one since one of the Sunday School classes needed it today for an art project… but of course I lost that one, too…  not even 24 hours after I bought the dang thang.

– Patience.  Have you seen it? My patience is missing.  I’m UBER good with 3/4 year olds. My daughter will be 3 in 3 months – she acts 3 and thinks she’s 3. I should be really good with her…. but I’m not. Where did my patience go?

– My ability to reason. I have been acting on impulse.  What the hell? I’m SUCH a reasonable person.  Does anybody know where I left my ability to reason?

The worst part about all of this is that “preggo brain” never really goes away, right? Once you lose those brain cells, they’re pretty much gone for good.  At least, that’s what everybody tells me and it was true with the brain cells I once had before becoming preggers with Julia.   Ahhh – good thing I have a smart AND good looking hubby to take care of me.

Irreplaceable

June 3, 2007

Imagine someone comes to you in tears on a bi-weekly basis complaining of their job and that they don’t know how to manage time properly and thanks for bearing with them through all the learning and growth they are experiencing from taking too much on at a time.  Then, imagine that person comes to you months later, still the same wild wreck they have been, asking you to take on their job for 8 weeks while they take some time off.  You’re friends with this person and have helped them through a lot (as they have helped you through a lot…) and you know their job very well, and often boast that you could do their job better than them becuase of your freedom and organizational skills.  But, you learn that you’d be taking on their stressful job for these 8 weeks for NO PAY. It would be strictly volunteer work out of the kindness of your heart.  Would you take the position?

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An Important Lesson

May 30, 2007

I’m learning to include myself on my to-do list.  Okay wait, perverts, that’s not what I meant.

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Title? How do I create a title for this post?

May 8, 2007

Here’s a bunch of randomness…

Thank God the little town we live in is still standing after all this crazy severe weather we’ve been having.  Thank God we don’t live in Greensburg, and Dear God please help those that did.  I could NOT imagine having a tornado demolish my every belonging.

I’m 20 weeks along.  20 weeks, people!  That’s halfway.  Where did the time go? When will the playroom be finished? When will the baby’s room be done? When will we have time to go through clothes and toys and start sanitizing the house?  Heck, when will I be able to do dishes again?   Our BIG ULTRASOUND is on the 24th.  We’ll know then if the baby is a Junior or a Missy.  Big stuff, can’t wait!

I have been having nightmares lately.  Stupid dreams that turn into nightmares by my wild imagination.  It’s awful because I can’t even talk to anybody about the dreams or I sound like a complete idiot.  I tried to tell hubby how scary it was that “someone moved the acorns” in one of my dreams and it was hard for him to not laugh.  But, in the dream and IRL, I’m downright scared sweaty.  It’s awful. I want to be able to sleep again.

The baby is moving.  I felt it move for the first time on Friday night.  It was like a little ripple. It was adorable and heartwarming and sweet and I never want the feeling to end.

Julia is a real grouch today.  Every little thing is pissing her off to tantrum’dome.  It was fun going through the grocery store to get something for dinner tonight with a 2 1/2 year old that was pulling things off the shelves and throwing them in the cart and getting mad each time I put something back.  But, I haven’t lost my patience TOTALLY yet…   Right now she’s watching Dora so I have about 22 more precious minutes to recollect my thoughts before dealing with her again.

Tonight, we’re going to tour the ‘other’ hospital.  I have a choice between two hospitals and have no clue as to which one to pick.  We toured one on Wednesday night… it was great – I could see myself having a baby there (save for the wacko nurse that gave us the tour… seriously lady, calm down…).  But, I have friends that have delivered at both hospitals that I get to choose from and both have gotten split reviews.  The friend that has delivered at SM hates OPR and the one that has delivered at OPR hates SM for whatever reasons.   I’m anxious to see the big difference and make up my own educated mind about the whole thing.

I have volunteered myself DRY.  I’m tired of working for free and I can’t get out of any of it until it’s all over.  I said yes to VBS, yes to Relay for Life, yes to helping plan a bigass baby shower (for the 13 ladies at our church who are preggers) and yes to reinventing the church nursery.   Just thinking about it all is exhausting and not much rewarding.

Hmm.. what else?

I’m trying to figure out this whole hosting your own blog thing.  I finally got a PHP set up through our ISP but I can’t seem to get a webpage going on it yet.  The provider is a bit tricky to work with (www.rr.com) and I’m learning as I go here..    I really want to have a great page before the next kid arrives so that I’ll be back in the habit of posting daily.  It’s important to me to keep a journal/scrapbook going for the kiddos.  Honestly, it’s taking me a lot longer to set it up than I’d like to admit since I did this kind of stuff in my sleep back in my college days.  Has it really been THAT long ago??

I’m actually excited about dinner tonight.  I’m going to make tacos.  I think this might be a craving of sorts since I can’t stop thinking about it.  Yummm gooey tacos with lots of meat, cheese, sour cream, tomatoes, salsa, yummm

I totally just locked my husband out of the house on accident.  Our screen door is locked and there’s no way to open it from outside.  Now, he had to sneak in through the back door.  I feel like an idiot for actually taking a feew minutes to myself to post.  ARGH>

Maybe I’ll Laugh about it Someday?

April 22, 2007

Today’s April 21 – a date that I’ve had marked on my calendar since January.  Today is supposed to be the spring planning meeting for the church – an all day free-for-all when church leaders get together to brainstorm and problem solve and improve our ministry.  It was to be from 9am to 3pm, with a pizza lunch included.

The Pastor sent out reminder emails last week and I faithfully replied that I’d be there. I don’t like to miss meetings like this because important crap gets decided and, well, I’m quite opinionated.

Hub and I didn’t sleep well last night (Though I’m confident that I got more sleep than he did) …. he is sickly.  Poor guy.  He also got paged to work at 4am.  Though he didn’t go in at that time, he did have to get up, make a call and arrange to be at work very early this morning. I think he left at like 6am.   Nothing like getting showered and ready for work at 6am on a Saturday, now is there?   But wait, this post isn’t about him – it’s about me and my church meeting.

Right – well, I got up early too to shower before Julia wakes at her usual 7ish time.  I waited around forever to see if hub was going to call and let me know that he was on his way home since whatever it is that he went into work for wasn’t supposed to take that long… but he didn’t call so I decided I’d take J with me to the meeting and Hub could just pick her up from the meeting place to take her home when he got done.

I followed a link that the Pastor had on his email to the church that we were meeting at and saw that it was right off a street that I kinda knew.  I printed the map from mapquest – and that had the address on it, and then J and I left.

We would have gotten to the church on time if I had not passed it twice.  We were meeting at Grace Church – and although I saw Grace Community Center, I didn’t think it was the church since it didn’t look like a church.  But, after the third time around I got smart enough to look at the address… and sure enough, the address on the building matched the address on my mapquest map.

Okay so I was only going to be 10 minutes late or so… J and I trudged in the building, hastily looking for room number 222.  After about 10 minutes of searching I decided to call the pastor, knowing full well that I’d be interrupting the planning session.

“I can’t find where you guys are – I’m here, just don’t know where the room is.”

“There’s a little open door by the playground… (commotion) ooh wait, okay – Carol is going to come out and meet you”

(I’m confused, I don’t see a playground ANYWHERE! But, I hang up waiting for Carol to come to the rescue … then the phone rings, it’s pastor again)

“Um, (giggling) what street are you on?”

“I’m at ____ ____street, right where it says to be.”

(pause) “Well thats not where we are – we are off of ____th”

(Thinking to myself, wow – that’s WAY OFF!)

I told him I was having a bad day and would just be going home.  There was no way I was going to drive all thew ay out to BFE for this meeting, especially since I was now going to be 45 minutes late and hubby would have to drive way out of his way to come get J when he got off work.  I accused the Pastor THREE TIMES of putting the wrong address on the email.

When we got him and I dried my pregnancy-induced tears, I looked at the email and … Pastor was right… there was NO address on the email.  There’s no possible way he told me the wrong address.   Instead, there was a link to Grace UMC – and following that link lead me to two links that both say “Map”  One is the map for Grace UMC and the other is the map for Grace Community Center.

UGH – I sent an email to the entire group apologizing for interrupting the session with my phoen calls and also apologizing to the pastor for thinking he was a liar.

It’s still not funny right now, but I know that maybe I’ll laugh about it someday.

Plugging along – a bunch of randomness

April 16, 2007

We’re still plugging away as normal.  Things never do slow down around here.  Last week was Easter – I think I’m *almost* recovered from it.  Julia had a great time with her Easter baskets (one from grandma, another from mom and dad).   We bought her the movie Peter Pan because her new shoes have tinkerbell on them and she had no clue who Tink was….  She got PP on Easter Sunday and by the time Tueday rolled around, Rich and I were so sick of the movie we joked about throwing it away.

It wouldn’t have mattered though, as our adorable little girl digs in the trash if she sees something there that’s hers.  It’s not often that I throw her stuff away, but when I do – I now know to do it in a trash that isn’t toddler accessible.   The kid has tons of Easter baskets … some from last year, one from our visit with Norm and Grappy in Hays and then the one from grandma and of course the one from us.  Not all of them are gorgeous enough to keep around the house, you know.  But, they do stick out of the trash a bit when thrown away, and our little miss will take it right back out of the trash multiple times if she thinks theres no reason to throw it away.

Rich was asked to hide a dollie that Julia had.  It was a tiny little doll that was starting to get all gross from being in the bathtub (her arms and legs were falling off, etc.).  Rich did as I instructed, and took it right to the trash.  20 minutes later, Julia was loving on it again (EW) and Rich threw it right back away again.  It doesn’t take her long – she found that stupid doll 3 or 4 times before Rich was smart enough to put it in the trash in the garage. “Well, I keep putting it deeper and deeper in the trash under more stuff.”   Eeeew.. Yes, I’m so proud of my trash diving daughter.

Despite that patheticness, she really is growing up.  The other day, I was in shock about how she fits in her car seat. She’s just bigger now than I remember her being.  Her cheeks and her neck are getting pudgy and she’s definitely taller.  She’s growing through all her clothes SO FAST.

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The kid in the oven is plugging away, too, I suppose.  I feel like a cow – but in a good way I guess.  I’m definitely OUT of my regular clothes and INTO maternity clothes – but the problem is that I am not comfy in any pants I have.  I hope the shorts and capri’s fit better since it’s going to start warming up soon and I have a ton of those.   My friend Angela gave me a ton of maternity clothes and I’m forever greatful to her for that.  She’s awesome.

At the last doc appointment, we heard a strong heartbeat.  There’s still a week and a half until the next doc appointment, and I’m already anxious.  I haven’t felt the baby much, that worries me.  But, I’m definitely feeling preggers.  Thank GOD the tiredness is wearing off….  I can actually get stuff done now when I think about it.  The only things in my way now is food and brain cells.

I’m not alone here.  There are 9 pregnant women at my church… all of whom are due between June and December.  My job at the church is staff the children’s ministry.  But all the children’s leaders are preggo and going to pop soon.  SO, not only do I face the challenge of covering them while they’re out of commission, it’s also obvious that our children’s department at church is going to expand rather quickly with crying babies and what not.   How am I going to accomodate the wonderful preggo ladies, find teachers for their beautiful babies, and take a maternity leave myself??

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Our schedule for the summer should slow down, and for that I’m thankful. Our bowling league ends in three more weeks (YAY YAY YAY YAY) and our table group bible study is slowing down too.  I’m so glad that we’ll have the summer together as more of a family… Julia is going to need lotsa extra TLC before and after this summer!

Our office is hideous.  I’d love nothing more than to clean this room up and get it organized.  I tackeled the storage basement two weeks ago and have loved it ever since.  I actually don’t mind working down there anymore, because everything has a home and it’s so easy to work with.  But, this room – the office – just screams HELP ME.  I hear it everyday just begging for help, but I always manage to put it off.  If I would just get started in here, I know I could do a really good job and keep it clean for a little while. Plus, I’d be way more efficient at my work.  But, UGH, how do you get started with such a HUGE task?  I need a dumpster, some organizing buckets with lids, and three hours with no hubby and no kid.  I think I could do it, then.

The weather is so wacky!  Two weeks ago, I was actually wearing shorts.  Last week, I froze my ass off in three layers of clothes.  Last night and Friday night, it totally snowed!  Today, right now- hubby is mowing the lawn in shorts and a t-shirt and I can’t wait for Julia to wake up so we can go to the park.  I don’t understand it at all!  This is BFE Kansas, it’s supposed to be somewhat predictable!  (let me quickly mention as a sidenote that I’m not very homesick right now – as Colorado has been BELTED with snow this winter and have just gotten it again.  I envied CO at first, I’d give my right leg to play in some fluffy white snow – but I’m glad that our crap is melting right away and that we have days of sunshine!)

Blog envy.  I want to be a better blogger.  I want to include pictures and stories. I want to have an awesome mommy Christian blog that is filled with pictures and stories and lots of fun fu-fu.  I just don’t know how to get it done!  I want a cool blog! ARGH!

Baby envy.  One awesome blogger on my blogroll, Chelle, just had her baby boy Ethan.  Okay, this is kind of old news but I haven’t been around here much lately.  I lurk her blog at least daily – sometimes multiple times a day.  I’m envious that she’s spending time with her newborn baby OUTSIDE the womb.  She’s still blogging it up with great pictures and stories and I so want to be able to do that.  Congrats, Chelle, you’re totally awesome.

Ditchin Church

April 3, 2007

We took a mini road trip this past weekend… we needed an excuse to get away and didn’t have the funds to go very far. I could have used a beach, a cruise, or maybe even a ski trip.  Instead, we went to BFE Hays, KS.   Who takes a road trip to Hays, KS??  We do.

Hays is halfway between here and “home” and my dad and his wife met us there.  We stayed in a hotel that had a heated indoor pool with a big ole water slide.  The slide was fun – Julia even enjoyed it once she got over the initial apprehension.

It was nice to see my dad.  But, I was immediately reminded of how disappointing a visit with him can be, too.  I’m just nothing like my family – they are spontaneous people that don’t plan a second ahead and get frustrated or upset when they can’t predict what I want want to do next.  Or wait, I’m making it sound like my whole family is that way, when really it’s just my dad (he might as well be my whole family sometimes? but that’s a whole nother post).  Anyway, he didn’t show up until 9pm on Friday night, when they were supposed to be there in time for lunch.  They called and said they’re running late and would be there for dinner.  I’m so glad that I’ve learned over the years not to rely on him – I’d’a killed a man before waiting until 9pm to have dinner.

Oh well – they came and we had fun.  They wanted to do the historic museum sight-seeing … we abliged because, well – hell, there’s just not much to do in Hays KS.  We went to all two of their “tourist attractions” with them (a little known museum and a lesser known fort).   I would have rather spent that time enjoying the gianormous waterslide, but it wasn’t totally up to me.

At any rate, we had a weekend away.  The “real motive” behind the trip was, perhaps, simply to skip church.  Sometimes it’s nice to be away… and since I work for the church, it was like being away from work. Sorta.   I dunno – somehow it felt really nice to skip out on the one thing per week that keeps my life grounded.  Go figure.

Anyway – like I said, we had fun.  I’m rambling now because I can.

Julia is getting even cuter everyday, if you can possibly believe that.  Her sentences are become hilarious – as she sputters out things that come from the wilds in her imagination.  She’ll repeat just about anything we tell her to but it always comes out in Julia speak. (I’m a doorbell is really ‘I’m adorable’).

Oh and Julia has named the baby.  She came up with a name last week and it has stuck. She has not forgotten it and is absolutely clear when she says it.

Our baby’s name shall be MonkeyPants.   Yeah, I told you she’s cute.

This poor kid in my tummy will forever be the kid that was once called monkeypants.

I’m feeling pregnant.  My bowels don’t quite know what to do (TMI?) and I’m tired and just recently started getting cranky…  I’m always hungry but nothing ever sounds good.  I drink a gallon of water a day (at least) and my feet always hurt.  I can’t sleep and I can’t get any work done because I’m constantly finding myself wondering what life with two kids is like and will I be able to handle it.  That t-shirt I bought a few years ago that says PSYCH WARD might not be as funny when I’m working with two kiddos 24/7.

I’m only 14+ weeks along, people.  I realize that this is only going to get worse.  Please, find some words of encouragement for me.

But, it’ll be okay.  It always is, right?   Someday, we will start working on the nursery and the playroom – and someday it will feel like we’re really expecting a baby in this house of ours.  Someday, I’ll finally get a routine down for dishes and laundry (I tried FlyLady – I’m not good enough for it.  Thanks anyway..)  and someday my house won’t smell like drywall mudding.

Someday I’ll have two gorgeous kids that keep me laughing all the time.  They’ll help with household chores and they’ll rub my back or play with my hair on command.  They’ll read ME the bedtime stories once in a while (once a week? C’mon that sounds fair) and they’ll say things like “you’re so beautiful mommy.”

Yes, someday.

Still busy and Still tired and Still thankful

March 28, 2007

babies

I don’t think I have any considerable updates for you but I feel as though I’ve been a bit neglectful so I’ll post something to let you know I’m still suckin air.

We still stay busy as ever around here – which I guess is good because that’s normal, and normal is always good. But I’m still exhausted, even tho the first trimester is supposed to be officially over. I could use about 12 hours of sleep MORE per night, it seems.

I’m so glad I have a good, responsible, loving husband. He is the world to me – especially when I get lazy about showing him how much I care about him. He cooks, he cleans, he entertains and I wub him dearly.

Julia had an ENT appointment today. In May, it will have been one year ago that she got her tubes in her ears. The tubes have been a GOD SEND. If you have a little one with ear infection problems and are on the fence about the big surgery, I will push you over the fence and tell you to go get the tubes tomorrow. She has not had a single problem since the surgery and today, her hearing test had PERFECT results. Thank GOD.

Thursday is my next OB appointment. I’m anxious for it, even though it will just be the usual – wait 20 minutes in the waiting room, go in to pee in a cup, lay down to hear the heartbeat, then go home excited. Hubby seems to be sooooo seasoned at this kind of thing – he still gets excited but not nearly as much as he did with my pregnancy with Julia. I hope he’s just waiting to know the sex before he gets all jazzed up again. I keep trying to talk nursery deco and baby names with him – but he doesn’t budge much. Again, I hope that’s just a temporary slump because, damnit, I’m ready to be all excited again.