Stealing Kisses.

Hopeful Predictions

Me: Hey babe, what do you think we're going to have?
George: A boy.
Me: Really? Like, you really think that?
George: 100%
Me: Why?
George: Well...I'm a good man. I really think God will use me to raise good men and the world needs better men.

Pregnancy: An Update

It's official: I'm pregnant. I know there were those sceptics out there...okay, okay, I was the sceptic. My biggest fear was going into the Doc and going through the process and talking about my symptoms, then he would give me an ultrasound and be like, "Oh sorry, it must have been in your head!" But, I can sleep better at night {or not} knowing George & I have a lil' peanut in my tummy. 8 weeks. 1.25 centimeters long. Due to come March 30, 2010. Looks as snug as a bug in a rug with a beautiful heartbeat. The appointment went great. Very basic. Come to find out though...Dr. Nudelman has a new assistant. Guess who wasn't the happy camper? That's right. Me. I hate change. I was really looking forward to seeing Jeanette and was thrown off my railroad track of hormones to find Sib. So what if she's nice. I KNOW Jeanette. But clearly not even me could bring Jeanette back so I accepted the newbie and warned her of my crazy, irrational and sometimes very dramatic outbursts that I don't even think Doc was even ready for a 2nd time around. He already tried to reiterate their "process" and how at the end of the pregnancy I'll get to meet the other Doc's in the office "just in case" he wasn't around, blah blah blah. I guess somebody forgot how I work. I kindly, but firmly told him that not a chance would anyone else deliver my baby. I don't want some yoohoo down the hallway catching my child. I trust you and only you so you better check your calender and make sure you're in town. I then carried on to say that I needed him in this 100% with me, which he then followed up with a look to George and a "Where did you find this girl?" But surely promised me he was in 110%. Phew. Good thing I still have a doctor.

Other than those 2 minor panic attacks, everything went great! This pregnancy is already twent million times different from the first. Quite amazing. I was expecting the same. Here's the breakdown of pregnancy #2 so far:
~I'm tired. Nope, not just tired. I'M TIRED. Dead in a ditch tired. Most of the time I can't even move my legs tired. Sleeping 12 hours a night and still taking at least 1 nap a day tired. Last pregnancy I worked a full-time job {granted I didn't have a 14 month old}, but still. I feel way more tired this time around then I did the first time.
~I have an utter and complete, outrageous obsession with cereal. Had it last time. Have it this time. It's the only thing that ever sounds good so I tend to eat it...ALOT.
~Besides the cereal staying the same, my eating habits are dramatically different. I eat normal this time around, if I even eat at all. Last pregnancy, one of the ways I knew something was up was cause of my need for an Outback steak dinner at 2am. I probably ate around the clock, stuffing my face and ate at least once or twice in the middle of the night for a good half of the pregnancy. This time I don't have any dramatic hunger pains. I eat breakfast, good til lunch, then good til dinner and sleep through the night fine. No real cravings at all, but there have been some smells that make me completely gag in my mouth.
~Speaking of gagging...who doesn't ever have nausea? Except this time it's not as constant. Hallelujah! First time around I had that 24/7 nausea. Never threw up, but it was always there and nothing ever sounded good {but cereal of course}. Round 2 isn't necesssarily better though even though I don't have CONSTANT nausea. It comes and goes when it feels like it {sometimes more when I'm getting hungry so when I eat a lil' somethin' I feel better} but I have thrown up a couple times because of it, which is odd cause I feel like I rarely throw up. And on top of all of this, I have THE WORSE stomach aches ever. By the end of day especially, my stomach has blown up into a huge balloon and I have so much trapped gas I cry sometimes. And instead of being constipated? I probably go diarhea once a day and on some multiple days I go every 20 minutes. Not joking. It's horrible. Doc says it should subside by the end of the trimester. But seriously...

I'm hanging in there. George is a GREAT husband and he has worked over-overtime since this has all started. He is such a blessing and a HUGE help with Kingston and doing things around the house on top of working hard at his job everyday. He has even come home from work on some days when I'm having a really bad day. I love him.

Our Future Home: An Update.

I'm sure many have forgotten...sometimes I forget I bought a home and of course there are days I WISH I could forget too. Ha! However, 4 short months ago, we bought a home. It was just a lowly piece of land, but now it is coming along so nicely! It is due to be ready the middle of October and can't wait! This home is such a blessing...it gives us a GREAT backyard, definitely more space, good location and an amazing new neighborhood with lots of kids and nice neighbors including several families from our church! We're right smack in the middle of finishing picking all our "stuff" out...so annoying and so exhausting...and I'm so anal that I've already become besties with the Project Manager (shout out to Gary! woot, woot!)...even the electrician...I just pray I like the outcome of everything! Only 2 months to go!

Blogging Blues.

I feel like it's been a long while since I last posted. It's practically Fall and Neiman Marcus will open their doors here in just a few short weeks. In the meantime, I've fallen into a blogging rut. And I'm not gonna lie...I may be here for awhile. Maybe when I get my own life together, I'll be able to get my blog life together. Oh wait...I'll almost never have my own life together so maybe after my 1st doctor's appt. next Tuesday? I stay hopeful.