It just keeps getting better.

I came down with a freak case of pneumonia this weekend.  It was awesome.  But the best part of it was that during the whole ordeal the medical personnel would warn me about the risks of some of the tests on pregnant mothers.  Then when the test was complete they would smile and say, "Oh, and congratulations on your pregnancy!" Because what I really needed at that moment was their insincere happiness that I was pregnant while I suffered from pain and had to risk my unborn child's health to get to the bottom of it.

I am getting exponentially better every day, but unfortunately, the nausea remains.  Barf.

John's list

Ok so first of all, I am pretty much out of commission these days.  I have nothing to blog about but vomit, the comfort of my bed, and lack of daily chores getting done.  But today I came across John's list for Santa. What do you do when a boy who fully believes in Santa asks for the following:

1. Chain saw

2. Regular saw

3. Pet alien

4. Tazer

John continues to do things that make me think his Papa and Bompa would be proud.  This week one of his homework assignments was to write how to make a paper airplane.  He struggled for a while and then was quickly finished.  When I asked to see it he threw a paper airplane at me that had a note attached to it that said, "unfold".  That was his answer to the assignment: just unfold the one he made and you should be able to figure it out. 

6 weeks, 1 day--no more no less.

I figured since my children inadvertantly found out and since Kitty has been spilling the beans to anyone within ear-shot, I might as well make the formal announcement.  Ready, here it is, all creative-like and cutesy:

#3 due July 4

Ugh.  If you know me at all, you know that I am not one of those glowingly happy pregnant people.  In fact, I turn into Eeyore and can't stop complaining (everytime I read over that last sentence I read "eyesore" instead of Eeyore, which might be just as fitting). 

My house smells like pot-roast, and not in a yummy Sunday dinner kind of way.

I hate the new air fresheners I put in the bathrooms last month, I am considering burying them in the backyard.

The Febreze laundry detergent is going to cause nausea for YEARS to come, just as even looking at maternity clothes brings on the dry heaves again.

You know it's bad when you drive through Sonic at happy hour and order a Limeade, what?

Here's the thing though... I figure I earned my bad attitude back in 2001 when I was really sick for a really long time (not 9 mos, but still).  I've done my time with misery.  Anything that comes up after that is just above and beyond what should be expected from any normal person.  To quote my favorite Modern Family character, Cam: "and I would not make a very inspirational disabled person..."

Misery loves company and if you don't like it then don't come around and talk to me.

Catching up with some missing photos

Halloween!

Daniel Boone, Davey Crockett, or Daddy, depending on the mood.



Off with your head!

  

We had issues with the costume...



 I just found these stored on the internal memory card on the camera.  Oops.

Preschool Graduation May 2010