One Of Those Nights

Pancakes for dinner.

Cohen playing quietly on the floor while Brett, passed out and fast asleep, sits on the couch and Kembry plays in the bath tub.

I love low-stress, low-key, low-activity evenings. 

I know it will come to an end, sooner than later.  Kembry will get sick of the bath, run around naked and wet.  Cohen will then decide HE wanted to take a bath.  Why didn't HE get to take a bath?  Despite the fact I begged him to TAKE A BATH!  Haha.

Then I'll have to poke Brett in the eye to get him to get the kids ready for bed...almost as much work to get him to do it as it would be to do it myself.  Luckily, I can bug him from the couch, whereas if I had to put them to bed, I'd have to move.

Poking it'll be.

So, until the peace and quiet ends, I will sit and bask.  Bask, bask, bask.

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Mid-August, Here I Come!

A "get your hopes up" kinda doctors appointment, sprinkled with a bit of anxiety over his math abilities.

It all started when he said, "Well, you're almost 31 weeks, so that's a good sign."

STOP!  Back up.  Rewind.  Let me check those diplomas again.  31 weeks?  Uh...nononononono, I don't think so.  You don't just rob a woman on bed rest with contractions of 3 weeks, you just DON'T.  Not unless you want to lose your life in a very, very painful and public way.  (And if the jury really is full of my "peers", then they would all be pregnant women on bed rest, and they would acquit me, easily.)

"Hey, Doc, due dates still Sept. 5th, right?"

"Yes."

That was good enough for me.  Though, I'm a bit concerned ol' lazy eye is losing his mind.

"But I don't think you'll make it to September."

Aww, he redeemed himself.

Next, he informed me he's going out of town mid-August for a week.  Last time he did this, my water broke with Kembry.  I'm ALLLLL for him going out of town.  I told him as much.

The appointment ended with those classical OBGYN hints that leave you loving/hating him.

"We'll check you  next week, and depending on where you are, I'll let my associates know if they'll be seeing you while I'm out of town."

Oh, they'd better be seeing me.  They. Had. Better.

The count down has never looked so promising.

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Can't a Girl Catch a Break?

Hmmm, interesting contractions.

Waves of nausea with each one.

Vomity contractions.  Yummy.  (Maybe it has something to do with the bag of M&M therapy I had earlier...nah.)

Yeah, this has not been the funnest pregnancy, but this sort of tops it!  Haha!

On the upside, you know how when the amniotic fluid starts to diminish, and you can feel actual body parts.  That's the head, that's a knee/elbow, that's definitely a little hand or foot.  I love it!

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Carseat Cover Madingy

I just finished the car seat cover thingy-madingy.

It was really easy.

So of course, I managed to screw it up.  But just a wee little bit.

In my defense, in case I make it to trial, it was a contraction from Hade's that came outta nowhere!

So I'm eating a bag of M&M's to make me feel better.  And it's helping.

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P.S. I'll post pictures when Brett gets home since I left the camera conveniently in the mini-van.  Erm, inconveniently.

Peak? Peek?

Soooo, I now realize I used the wrong "peak" to describe my peek-a-booby.

Unless it's the 80's and Madonna's reign of terror is in progress...then I guess "peak" and "booby" would go together...

But, I think Lady Gaga usurped that throne, and I'm not about to recognize her as my pop ruler.  I just can't do it.

Although that PapaRazzi song is pretty catchy...

So anyway, sorry about the horrid spelling.  I blame...my uterus.  It's always my uterus' fault.  All of it.  That, and chocolate.  Wait, that's to blame for my giant butt and flabby arms.  I better go now.

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Peak-A-Booby

 No, not mine.

Lucky for you, I made a cover for that very thing.

With great input by, that's right, my husband.  As he said, he did the best with a bad situation.  He went to the craft store, picked out the material, and totally revamped the pattern.  But only because I told him he could giggle when he asked for corset boning.

  I love this Peak-A-Booby!

(Please preform your own QVC Model Hand Gestures for the following...)

(P.S. I can't take good pictures...so...my uterus says, "Deal with it.  Humph.")

So, here we have the brown polka-dot side.  I originally wasn't going to have it reversible, but again, that husband of mine...

Here's the "other" side.  Don't you love the pockets?  I love the pockets!  Brett cut them out, pinned them, ironed them, and everything short of sewing them.  I had a very angry uterus at this point. 

I love the pockets because they're great for breast pads, burp rags and binky storage during nursing.  Here we have a burp rag ticking out of the pocket. 

This is a pathetic attempt to capture the corset boning.  Basically, it helps me see the baby and helps her not suffocate to death.  I figured, after all I've gone through to get her here, I might as well try not to kill her right away.

Crafty Kelly makes my uterus angry.  So, my amazing mother-in-law finished up the sewing for me when I couldn't sit straight anymore. 

Have I mentioned I can't take good pictures?

Have I mentioned I have an angry uterus?

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P.S. Peak-A-Booby's and Hide-A-Hooters are super expensive.  I was shopping online and they're $40-$60 dollars, so if you want to know how we made this, let me know!  My husband (what, he's artistic is all) made sure to mark down the differences we made and basically created a whole new pattern.  Anyway, again, if you want a rough pattern of how it all came together, let me know!

P.P.S. I've lost my funny.  I mean, c'mon, it's a peak-a-booby, and nothin' funny comes to mind. I must be tired.  Get back to me in 2 months.

P.P.P.S.  If my uterus lets me, I will next attempt to make a car seat canopy/cover thingy-ma-dingy. 

Couuurage

"Courage doesn't always roar. Sometimes courage is the quiet voice at the end of the day, saying, 'I will try again tomorrow.' " -Mary Anne Radmacher

Mary Anne, you said it sister.

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Update

I had this fabulous gloat post about how I had played chicken with my uterus on Sunday, and won.

As I have a tendency to do, I spoke waaaay too soon.

After 3 days of hearty contractions, losing some mucus plug, and a serious craving for hospital food (not really) we made our way to L&D yesterday only to discover that those booger contractions are starting to change my cervix.

Poopy pants.

But we've managed to calm them down (again) and I'm behaving (for realsys this time, I swear) and we only have 3 1/2 more weeks of this!  I think I can behave for 3 1/2 weeks...I think I can. I think I can. I think I can.

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I love being pregnant.

I don't normally go on about this because I read all the time that women who say they love being pregnant are just lying, or insane, or both.

But I'm neither.  Well, I'm not lying.  Jury's still out about the insanity part.

The whole things rocks.

I love the trying (but of course).

I love the waiting to find out.  Especially when I already know.  Peeing on the stick: just a formality =)

I love those first few months feeling exhausted, because it means all my energy is going into actually creating a human being.  More specifically, another President of these United States.  We have big plans for our fetus's.  Fetii? 

I love when my pants start to get tight, but you can't tell anything yet.  But you know why your pants are tight.

I love, love, LOVE that first little wiggle.  I love, having been pregnant many times now, knowing for sure the difference between the joy of gas, and the joy of quickening.

I love those few months when the baby bump is cute and little, and the kicks you feel in it are all for you.

But my favorite part of the whole pregnancy experience is the kicking my kids and husband get to feel.  Being pregnant with older kids is so much fun.  They're so curious, so excited.  It renews pregnancy for me.  While it seems "old hat", I get to see it afresh through their sweet little eyes.  The way Kembry's face lights up when her baby sister kicks her, or the way Cohen quickly takes away his hand because he's so shocked that mommy's tummy is carrying an actual being.  Love it.

I love how, especially now, my belly leads everywhere I go.  I feel like I'm following her.  That explains why when I get somewhere, I have no idea why I'm there.  Haha.  Okay, maybe not.

I have a love/hate relationship with the forgetfulness, and the dumbening.  While it's annoying, and milk doesn't keep well in a cupboard, I think it's hilarious.  It makes me laugh at myself, which is one of my favorite things to do.  I give myself plenty of material.

Of course the best part, the most rewarding part, is that tell-tale gush of water (or slight leak) or that agonizing, gut wrenching pain.  Because then you know.  In only a few hours, if all goes well, you'll be holding that little seed turned giant watermelon in your arms instead of your round ligaments.  You don't think much about the pain, or the recovery, or the next 18 years.  You just think that those little hats sitting in the bassinet, and those tiny socks in the drawer, will be keeping little ears and little toes warm so soon.

Only 7 weeks! 

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Shake Shake Shake

My magical pills give me the shakes.

It makes nearly everything impossible, from typing to texting, crocheting to sewing (because I do so much sewing,) and holding a full cup of milk.  Big mess.

But, on the plus size, I can mix paint and make some hilarious pranks with full soda cans (think about it.)

Have a cool Saturday.

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