Q: Where did I go for two months? A: The bathroom…

One of the other reasons I’ve been out most of November and December.

When will this morning night sickness ever end? The doctor did say that it’s often an indicator that everything is going well.

As a lot of my readers know it took Richard and me 6 years to have our baby so this was an ENORMOUS shock, but we’re very happy all the same.

IF everything goes as planned…

In June I should have the fat feet that are bigger than the belly (and surprisingly I STILL cannot see them). The girls will paint my toes all kinds of crazy colors… hey, I can’t see them! My right arm (with the pinched nerve) gets way worse, but it’s worth it.  My hair losses its body because there is now more of it. I have ever pink cheeks… I really do glow when I’m pregnant. I’ll be a few sizes bigger than last time. And a very full belly, bladder, and heart… One that’s full of baby, one squished with pee in it, and one with love that just keeps growing as my family does.

In July I should have a little smaller belly, but full arms. The feet shrink almost overnight along with the pinched nerve that gets 100 times better. The hair starts to slowly fall out, so it gets some body back… as I start getting mine back. The pink cheeks and glow go from me to the little bundle of joy. The weight stays… oh the weight loves to stay, it even invites some friends over to my butt and hips. With the belly flatter and the bladder able to hold more, the heart has a little more room to grow even BIGGER as I see the baby open their eyes for the first time and water runs out of mine. Yes, I cry every time I see them open their lovely eyes. Silly, I know.

If the baby isn’t shy in a few weeks I’ll let everyone one know if we’re having our first boy or if we are going to get to be cheap and keep it pink. Either way I’m happy. The 12 year old wants another girl, almost demands it. The 15 year old is thinking blue — all the time. Hubby and I would like to just have a healthy little one… cute would be nice too.

I’ve had two ultrasounds already (I’ve been told that the baby looks great) and I passed all my 35 and over tests with flying colors. YAY!!!

I hope everyone is getting to share good news and happy times with their loved ones. I’m glad I could share this with you.

FYI ~ Most fertility books DO NOT tell the reader that ‘you are most fertile after you have a baby.’ This is something we learned on our own.

Merry Christmas…

We all celebrate Christmas in different ways, but all for the same reason. Merry Christmas!

Note ~ I do know that not everyone celebrates today. This goes out to my friends who do. But no matter what holiday you do celebrate (Hanukkah, Kwanzaa, Winter Solstice) I hope you have a wonderful time, with love and being with those you love.

Still very happy…

I have to start months ahead of this day in my history… It was Valentine’s Day and my future husband and I had been dating since Oct. He had been planning a special date for us. I had no idea just how special it was going to be.  Days The night before I picked out an outfit, and I planned how I was going to do my hair…

What I envisioned was near this…

Unfortunately my throat was really sore the day before and by Valentine’s Day I was sick as a dog.  I could only breathe with my mouth wide open, my eyes were extra watery, my nose was like a faucet someone had just left on, and I was flushed with a light fever… I was not a pretty sight. I looked like a sick cat or bunny. Reality sometimes bites.

My wonderful man wasn’t upset. He comforted me telling me that the next weekend we’d go out, and he still came over to visit with his sick girlfriend.  He brought me a massive purple ape, roses, a “bored” game, chocolates, and heart candy.  I made sure he didn’t sit near me, I love him and didn’t want to get him ill. I felt so awful killing our plans, but my immune system just wasn’t strong enough to fight off the black plague deadly flu nasty cold.

While I was sitting there blowing my nose watching a movie (I can’t remember what movie) something landed on my lap…

I was shocked! Did he really mean it? I turned and looked at him and asked, “Are you serious?”

INCOMING! Another candy landed on my lap, but he did not speak.

Like a deer in the headlights I was frozen in shocked. I didn’t know this was “the big plan” I crushed. Two more candies landed on my lap, a “Yes” and a “No” I had to decide… I looked at him from across the room and said, “I need you to tell me, in words, that you really mean this and it’s not a joke.” I didn’t think he’d play a prank like that, but really this is THE BIG QUESTION.
He FINALLY spoke, “It’s real. I am really asking you.”
I ate the “No” and put the “YES” on the arm of the couch. He looked at it and smiled. Then I grabbed it to put with the rest to save. I wanted to smother him in kisses and hugs, but I did not want him to get sick. So I sat there happy, but still unable to breathe through my nose.

Today my husband and I celebrate being married for a very long time. Ok not THAT looooong, but still it’s been a few.   My love for him has grown with every day of our marriage.

Happy Anniversary, to the man I picked to spend the rest of my life with. Thank you for sticking with me through the sicknesses as well as the health, all the great times and the hard times.  I hope that when death separates us we find each other on the other side. I also hope that’s in the very far future.

Note ~ Later on when we told others about the event I found out that because I was so sick he was unable to tell, at all, if I was happy, sad, or just plan shocked by the whole event. Poor guy, I was very thrilled.

Note note ~ Yes, I once had short hair and wore ankh necklaces. Hey, I was young once too.

Something worth smiling about…

Do you see it?!?!?! I do, and it made me smile all day yesterday! The tooth is on her left but in this drawing I think it looks more head on. When we felt it we couldn’t tell if it was BOTH the bottom two.  So the next time she screams I’m going to see if I can stick my head in her mouth to see.  She keeps feeling it with her fingers and tongue while making funny faces.  This tooth (maybe teeth) *only* took her 1 year and 18 days to cut one/two. Let’s hope the rest come swiftly.

Note ~ She’s been acting like she was going to cut a tooth since she was 4 1/2 months old. She even tricked the doctor once or twice.

12 Years ago today…

I talk about my kids all the time on here, so I figured a birthday post for each of them would be nice.

Like I said a few days ago, “Sometimes staying in the hospital for a night or two isn’t such a bad thing.”

This picture (and little girl) is 12 years old today!!!My little pink-tomboy is 12 today. She likes to wear jewelry, pink, dresses (sometimes), and cute things, BUT she also loves books that are more directed for boys, toys that are too, video games also, and most of the time she likes to wear boys t-shirts, shoes, and jeans… with jewelry.  She has been known to play rough and tumbley even though she’s getting older.  All of her jeans have at least one ripped knee… because of her, not the designer. We sometimes call her our pink dragon because one year that was ALL she wanted for Christmas and it fits her just perfect. She likes to look pretty but play the same games as boys. She can be a pink werewolf or cat too. If she’s not walking around with her DS in her hands she walking around with a book in them.

Note ~ I wished the nurses told me she was getting her picture taken when they took her to draw blood. I would’ve put her in a cute little outfit for her first picture, but the relative that went with her had no idea at all about what we wanted… at least she wasn’t alone.

Note Note ~ I was going to post this at her time of birth, just like I did with the baby, but The Pink Dragon was born at 11:25pm and I want to go to sleep early tonight… I hope.

Edit /Add-in 9/23/2011 @ 10:50 —

My little tomboy picked this as her birthday cake. She wanted nothing written on it because she wanted it to look real-ish. When I asked her if she picked this one so she could have the toys she said, “Well, yeah?” in a ‘why not’ tone. LOL! That kid.

A year ago today…

Sometimes staying in the hospital for a night or two isn’t such a bad thing.

Happy First Birthday little one

At one she still has no teeth. She can stand without aide. She crawls faster than I can run. She talks some. Her hair is starting to grow out, but is still baby thin and very straight.  Her cheeks are chubby although not as chubby as they were when she was born.  She loves to cuddle.  Her favorite toys are her older sisters and her daddy.  She’s leery for new people and faces.  She loves to eat Cheerios and Gold Fish crackers.  She never stops moving. She’ll be a thumb-sucker for life. Her eyes are big and near the same shade of red orange as her hair. She is so beautiful. And she owns my heart.

Note ~ I thought of drawing her chewing on a heart but I didn’t want to imply baby cannibalism.

Note note ~ As is with most newborns she got cuter a few days after birth. Poor little ones, after soaking in water for nine month there’s little hope of coming out looking like a movie star. It’s ok moms usually look ten times worse, I know I did after I had her.

Hacked…

Yep, the day after my Walmart account was hacked my 13+ year old e-mail was. So anyone with my Boom_Shanka_@Yahoo.com 1997-2011 RIP It is no longer alive.

UPDATE ~ One of my friends said that Yahoo just changed their entire security setup so they *might* have locked it down during this time. I still cannot get into mine but if anyone else is having this issue keep trying. And good luck!!! If we are lucky that’s all it was… BUT THIS IS A “MIGHT”/ “MAYBE”

UPDATE ~ I’m getting a lot of people who have searched ‘Walmart hack’ this week so I’m adding this (Sept 4, 2011). When ours was hacked we found out right away. My hubby called and they closed the account. The hacker had not ordered anything or used our Bill-Me-Later (thank goodness) over the phone we were able to 100% shut down our account. To all of you, I’m sorry and call ASAP so the thieves don’t use your credit. Good luck!

The Family Portrait…

Since we’ve had the baby we haven’t had the chance to go get a family picture taken.

When we get the chance I hope it looks like this…….

BUT I do live in reality so I am aware that more than likely it’ll look like this…

NOTE ~ Thank you JC Little for inspiring me to draw again. 

NOTE NOTE ~ I had fun drawing the last time so why not do it again.

NOTE NOTE NOTE ~ I decided I’m going to *try* and not let the gremlins do what they planned and stop me from blogging.

The day I made peace with pink…

I’ve never thought pink looked good on a guy; come to think of it I’ve never thought pink looked good on anyone.  I’ve disliked pink since I was a little girl and forced to wear pink… a lot.

When I was a baby my mom loved to put me in pink.

When I was 4 my mom and Grandma loved to put me in pink…

When I was 7 they put me in pink…

I was never going to buy pink for my girls.  I dressed my oldest in a lot of boy’s clothes to get away from pink.  I did the same with my middle daughter.  Still pink seemed to win. So I gave up and when I had my youngest I let pink in the house and pretended I didn’t care…

But yesterday I saw pink in a whole other light.  My husband had been playing with the baby and I was listening from the office.  I heard
silence and I went to see if all was well…

Pink never looked so good on a man…

It was just a dime…

On my birthday this year my father called. We talked for awhile and he told me he had a gift for me. It wasn’t something he had recently bought. Later, when I saw what it was my heart jumped. It was my piggy bank from when I was a baby, it was the one I had in Germany. He had been saving coins in it from the year I was born. He had coins from so many places too, not just the US. But then he told me not to put any dimes in it because one of the coins that was from here and wasn’t my year was an important dime. I was confused but agreed. I was so happy with my gift. I could tell the smile was overwhelming my face. He said, “Now honey, I don’t want to make you sad, but that dime was grandma’s.” I looked at him with bewilderment and then back at my gift. “It was the only dime she had in her purse when she died and it was the last money she ever handled.” I couldn’t help it… there went the waterworks, I was crying. My grandma wasn’t the softest lady in the world. She was stern, slightly masculine, and no one would ever want to cross her, but I still loved her very much. I thought it was one of the nicest, most caring birthday gifts I had gotten in a very long time and I just wanted to share it with everyone. Sometimes a dime can still make a good gift. (Note ~ this is my other side of grandparents, not the ones that just celebrated 70 years of happiness together.)