Just keep calm…

close your eyes, turn around, and run far, far away from the scale.

I know this weight was done at the end of the day – which as my exercise fanatic husband will tell you is a no-no – BUT that doesn’t change the fact that I know it’s not that far off, meaning…

I have already gained more pounds than I am weeks pregnant.

I don’t want to hear any “Oh, I weigh that much not pregnant!” or similar. The actual number isn’t the focus here, the amount of weight that I have gained is.

I went into this pregnancy with only one thing that I was dead set on; not gaining 40 pounds again like I did when pregnant with Bella. At the rate I’m going now, I’m not going to have to worry about gaining 40 pounds, I’m going to have to worry about gaining more than 40 pounds.

Ugh, ugh, ugh.

I think I could go cry now.

Oh yeah… THIS is why I hate being pregnant.

None of my kids wrote that.

Though with Zach’s habit of writing me angry notes I’m really surprised he hasn’t written me a similar one yet.

That note is from here. I found it on Pinterest and it seemed pretty dang appropriate so I figured I needed it today too.

Over the past few days I have been reminded why I don’t like getting all pregnified and stuff. Yeah… there’s the whole puking, exhaustion, migraines, and pains… but now I remember those aren’t on the top of the “Why I Hate Being Pregnant” list.

This would be why I tend to do stupid things when pregnant, for example, dumping John when pregnant with Zach – that was definitely caused by this current situation. Oh and yelling and cussing at my art theory professor in college… that was caused by this too.

It’s these stupid hormones.

I am just not built to handle all these crazy hormones that go through me. I turn into a monster that resembles Trish. I yell… I yell a lot. Oh and scream too. And cuss even more than normal (which is already a ton). And that filter that doesn’t work 100% of the time anyway, you know the one in my brain that says “DON’T SAY THIS OUT LOUD!” yeah it’s just gone. Factor in some bipolar-esque mood swings, and crying that starts over being out of something like eggs and you get me. I hate feeling like this. I’m a happy person dang it!

Now lets add in the boys who are home from school for Thanksgiving for the entire freaking week.

Oh and all those new chores and rules John implemented for said boys. You know, those ones that they don’t want to do, and that John isn’t here to enforce.

Lets also have Zach channel his inner prepubescent 12 year old girl angst and anger.

And we can’t forget Miss I’m-testing-you-and-your-boundaries Belly.

I hate school breaks.

And I hate pregnancy hormones too.

It’s a…

Though I honestly think everyone must know by now since I’ve been trumpeting the news since I found out yesterday….

And there was absolutely no doubt about it. As soon as the doctor put the wand on the goo on my stomach our son’s junk was right there on the screen. The doctor said “Well, that was easy. Do you know what that is?” My response (looking over at John) “That’s John losing a bet to me and Zach.”

We looked at the baby for a while, but really the ultrasound was more just to check to see the gender and the heartbeat (since I can’t really or consistently feel the baby yet). I go back again November 9th for my really long in-depth ultrasound to do all the organ measurements and such.

Here are the two ultrasound pictures we got (though they aren’t too great). One’s the money-shot, the other is an upside down profile. As well as… the baby’s name!

And me as of first thing this morning:

So it’s been a month.

And this time it’s not my fault for not posting.

See it all came down to this dilemma for several weeks in a row. Did we want cable/internet or did we want ___________. Usually groceries, paying house note, or buying tags went in the blank. So see, not my fault, we were being, like, good responsible parents and stuff. Friday John went and got it all turned back on, which was awesome good since I forgot how much regular channels suck. Oh and I did severely miss getting online on my computer (with it’s awesome huge screen) and actually being home during the day. (I’ve been spending my days at my mom’s on her laptop. lol)

So how about an update?

The boys have been good…ish. lo. For some reason they are both having some serious school issues this year.

Ryan’s behavior at school makes his normal over-excited and active behavior in K4 seem tame. The boy has seriously moved his clip almost every single day this year. And to make up for the days that he doesn’t move his clip, there are the days every 2ish weeks where he moves his clip two to three times in one day alone. We’ve been going crazy trying to figure out how to get that boy to behave and listen to his teacher in class. I am seriously dreading parent-teacher conferences next week. ((gulp))

I got called in to meet with Zach’s teacher two weeks ago. I won’t go into why, but it wasn’t very nice. She very politely hinted that we might consider getting him tested for ADD, since we’re getting Ryan tested for ADHD, plus, of course she taught John and knows he has both. I very strongly told her no. One year of bad, bored, and easily distracted behavior is not enough to me to get him tested when he’s never shown even the slightest signs of it before.

They were on Fall Break last week and completely and utterly drove me and Belly bat-poop crazy. That’s my own fault though for letting them spend the weekend before at my Dad’s. They always come home from there acting as if they have no manners at all.

After a month long break from the blog it would be awesome to come on here and post that Belly is now fully potty trained.

Well, she’s not.

She knows what to do, almost never has accidents when wearing underwear, but she still won’t pee in the potty, she just holds it in all day, or if you try to make her go on the potty she screams, cries, and then has an accident when you take her off the toilet. I know it means she’s just not ready, but I would like to call “LIAR” to all those people who told me with the boys that potty-training girls were so much easier.

She’s finally learned how to say her name. It’s so cute hearing her say it. She pronounces it “Buhwa.” And speaking of cute… everything is cute. Literally. It’s her new word. I hear all day long “Buhwa cute. PIG cute. Fwog boots cute. Zachy cute. Mommy cute. Scahwet cute. Sip cute.” I think you should get the point. Cute is getting pretty dang old. You know what else is getting old? These two questions “Where’s….?” and “What’s that?” She thinks it’s hilarious to ask you those about the same thing 20 times in a row.

All in all though, she’s doing pretty dang good.

I’m now a touch over 17 weeks!! And… tomorrow morning I go in to the doctor’s to hopefully find out the baby’s gender!!! That means if you tune in tomorrow not only will you see the gender announcement – which by the way is totally cute – you will also get to see the new baby’s name, AND see the blog’s new name!

Mommy-wise, I’m feeling OK. I’ve finally stopped puking, but the heartburn is getting worse. The headaches are getting a little better, but I’m already starting to have troubles breathing. And to top it all off if I stand up and do for more than about 15 minutes I start getting some serious pains. Oh and I’ve also gained 13 pounds already. ((gulp)) But seriously, it does feel like it’s going a lot better right now. I just wish I could really feel the baby already. I’ve only felt two strong kicks. Mostly it’s still barely feel-able flutters, and sometimes a pressure like the baby is leaning right up against the inside of me.

Well, that’s about all for the update right now. See you tomorrow for the baby’s gender and name.

12… Parks… Sleep

This is going to be a short and sweet little post.

12 Weeks Pregnant… and I’m up almost 8 pounds. *gulp* I totally don’t get it. I’m watching what I eat, exercising for 30 minutes a day 5 days a week. I am going to scream if I gain 40 pounds again with this pregnancy.

Belly and I went to the park yesterday. I was so happy it has finally cooled back down for us to actually go anywhere and play for long amounts of time. Now if my new zoo card would just get in already we could finally go back to the zoo.

OMG, how sweet is this?? Sunday night (since the boys didn’t have school Monday) the boys used their bunk beds to build a fort on Ryan’s part. Then they cuddled in their together and watched tv and slept. There aren’t too many “Awww” moments with the boys together anymore.

It’s a sandstorm! It’s a sandstorm!

We I told the boys about the baby the other day.

I had to just go ahead and tell them without John (who kept putting off and putting off when we should tell them) because my youngest son – Ryan – greatly offended my sensibilities.

We had all just gotten home from picking the boys up from school and I was hot and uncomfortable in the clothes I had to squeeze into to wear. As soon as the kids were in the house I went straight back to the back of the house and changed back into my comfy clothes. Ryan walked in as I was putting the shirt on and he then proclaims that I am getting fat. I was like, uh… no. And he was all “Oh yes you are! You have a tummy like me, you aren’t all skinny like Zach anymore.” Obviously I could not let my son think I was getting fat. Of course I had to decide to tell him and Zach what was up.

I sat the boys (and Belly since she wanted to be included) on the couch and brought out the ultrasound pictures. I started with Zach first.
“Zach, do you remember what these pictures are?”
”Uh, aren’t they pictures of your tummy?”
”Good. Do you remember what was in my tummy last time we got these pictures?”
”Bella, right?”
”Yup, that’s right.”
”So…. those are new pictures of Bella in your tummy??”
”No Zach, because Bella is most obviously not in my tummy anymore.”

I moved to Ryan next.
”Ryan baby, do you know what these are pictures of?”
”Uh…. oh, I know!!”
”Really? Well what is it?”
”It’s a sandstorm!!”
”No babe, it’s not a sandstorm.”
”Yes, it is! I know it is. It’s a sandstorm!”
”No, it’s really not.”
”You’re just wrong mom.”

Obviously my plan was not working.

I pulled both the boys closer to me and pointed to the baby-blob in the ultrasounds. I used the semi-clearer not so close up one and asked the boys:
”Do you see this? This blob? If you look really close it looks like it has a head. And you see these bumps on it right here? They look a little like teeny tiny arms and legs. So this long part would be like the actual body. Can y’all see those?”

The boys both said that yes, they could see all of that so I looked at them and said:
”Now think about all of those parts we just talked about and tell me what you think this is a picture of.”

And they then answered – at the same time:
”A new baby?” – Zach
”A sandstorm!” – Ryan

Once I finally convinced Ryan that it was indeed a baby, and not in any way shape or form a sandstorm, he was so excited. He’s going around telling everyone he knows that we’re having a new baby and he’s going to get a new baby brother or sister. Zach is still holding out judgment, but he says he’ll be just OK so long as we don’t make him share his room with the new baby too.

Of clips and breastfeeding and sleeping alone.

First off, sorry again for the sabbatical. I guess I just really need to find new blogging time, and I promise to get back to normal soon.   

mmmmmbbbbb (<---that’s courtesy of Belly, shouldn’t have walked away with the computer on lol)

Ryan has had some trouble adjusting to school, like some serious trouble. I know it was hard for him last year too, but this year seems to be almost impossible. In the few weeks he’s been back in school he’s only not moved his clip 4 days. All the other days he’s moved it at least once, and at least once a week he’ll move it 2-3 times during the day. He’s already been put in the seat away from everyone else. I’ve still not met his teacher yet. I’m really thinking I should.

(Oh and of course Zach is almost always perfectly good at school. sigh. If I have to hear that boy bragging to his brother one more time about how he didn’t move his clip I may scream.

I keep having dreams about breastfeeding. I think deep down my heart is saying “But Trish!!! You know you want to give it another go! You love breastfeeding your babies!” Seriously out of the past week, 5 nights I’ve had dreams about it. Right now, I’m still on the fence about it, I just can’t make up my mind what I want to do. I also think the dreams might be triggered by the fact that not only have I already gone up a cup size, but my chest has that sore, deep achy, full feeling they get when I do breastfeeding and it’s almost time for another feeding. The next part of this post probably factors in pretty heavily in the dreams too.

A certain little girl is refusing to sleep alone. As in flat out refusing. She won’t even try. She lays on the floor between the gate across her doorway and her door. She wouldn’t end up going to sleep until like 11 or 12 at night. The past few nights I’ve just been giving in and putting her in bed with me when I go to bed, and she ends up going right to sleep. When John comes to bed he’ll either put the sleeping Belly back in her bed, or just leave her there between us.

We’re pretty sure the reason that Belly has been wanting to sleep with us is because she doesn’t like being in her room all alone – especially since everyone else in the house gets to share a room with someone else. Huh, guess it’s a good thing she’ll be sharing with the new baby come March.

Added to Belly sleeping in our bed with us, Ryan has also been coming and getting in bed with us at about 3 in the morning every morning and spending the rest of his night sleeping curled into me. I told John that we have to do something about this, because there is no way that me, him, the new baby, Belly, and Ryan will all be able to sleep in bed together.

Are you the type of blogger…?

Are you the type of blogger, who when you have something exciting to post about, but can’t share the news yet, that you just don’t blog?

I’m totally that type of blogger.

I’ve been sitting on some news for a few weeks now, but was waiting to share it here until I announced it everywhere…. and I made that announcement today via Facebook (after actually telling certain family members first lol)… so I can now share the news here too!

I’m having a baby!!

You might remember that not too long ago I talked about how I was so done, and so done with people telling me I needed to have another, well obviously that didn’t quite work out. lol After the initial “Oh ****!” reaction, and once the news sunk in with John we decided to be happy and excited about the news. Really, I mean unless I just want to be angry the next several months there’s nothing else to do. lol

I’m feeling pretty so-so right now physically. I don’t have constant all day everyday morning sickness like I did with Belly and Zach, but I do have all day nausea that doesn’t take much prodding to have me puking up my guts. I’m also beyond drained physically by the end of the day. Add in the always fun heartburn, constipation, and emotional mood swings of the deranged and you get a pretty good picture of me right now.

We haven’t told the kids yet, we’re still working out how. But all of our family and friends seem to be really happy for us (for once).

Oh and I guess I should add that I’m due March 23rd.