Get this baby outta me!

Reasons I wish I wasn't pregnant:

Striped Merino Wool Blazer

THE HAIR....

I die....I love that she thinks her hair looks AMAZING.

Where everyone tells Dave he's wrong.

We had our 24 week appointment last week.  Can I just say I LOVE my doctor.  He often takes my side without even know what side I'm on.  In the past month or so maybe even two...I've grown numb to the insanity...I have been getting BEATEN from the inside out.  Now...the only real issue I have with this is HELLO...I'm totally nauseous from jiggling all the time.  I'm thrilled that this child is so active and healthy and happy in there.  I've told Dave probably every day since late August that this kid is going to be a handful.  He keeps dismissing me, telling me that it's the second child and I'm just feeling things more because I'm more aware.  He says this child is going to be exactly like the bebes...he's going to be calm and mellow etc etc.  Except Dave doesn't knoooow.  This child's a wonderful crazy wack job of energy.  I'm totally excited and totally terrified for him to make his way in this world.  I'm going to be exhausted after the first few hours I'm certain.

So last week Dr T is trying to check the heartbeat like he always does and hes pushing on my stomach and not getting anywhere, and he pushes again, and then he switches positions and pushes harder which actually hurts but I WILL SURVIVE.  Finally he twists his hand practically backwards on my stomach pins the kids head down and squishes him to one side so he cant move in my stomach.  I think he must have wrestled in high school.  Now yes I was a little "stop squishing my baby" but mostly we got to hear a nice healthy heartbeat so that was good.  He turns to Dave and just says "You guys are going to have your hands full this child is crazy!" And that my friends is why I picked this guy.  We are on the same page...Same wavelength.  Tall, looks like a basketball player African-American doctor who makes TONS of money...and me...average hight pasty white girl who can't afford to eat nachos everyday...LIKE SHE DESPERATELY WANTS TO!  Same wavelength.  I'm sure you can see that?

So anyway as per usual Dave is wrong....of course...I mean seriously...and I...am probably right.  Will we actually know anything anytime soon? No.  Will I have to wait a solid 18 years for the data to come back on this little discussion?  Yes.  Am I patient? You betcha!

In other news I have a scheduled c-section date.  AND a scheduled pre-c-section-hair-eyebrows-pedicure-manicure date.  Lets just hope this little guy sticks around till he's supposed to not like the bebes and her two week earliness.  Not that it was actually her fault.  It was mine; but I'm all about blaming others for my shortcomings.

Halloweenie

I've spent WAY too much time obsessing over what my toddler is going to be for Halloween.  I've narrowed it down to whats practical and whats still available in her size.

I've ordered excessively off the internet today and I can safely say she'll either be a fairy, a lady bug or Minnie Mouse.  I'm already dreading the day when she has an opinion on what she's going to be.  This was hard enough.  I have no interest in spending a lot of money on this adventure either.

I kinda want her to be the generic fairy cause the outfit is so simple and can be used for dress up fun around the house outfits for months.  Also when you come up with these outfits you have to think about shoes...which is annoying.  Minnie Mouse and the lady bug at least need black shoes.  I've got that one covered.  Thank goodness.  The fairy I have no idea what to do.  We'll see what we end up with.

I think I'm stressing because this is her first year trick or treating and YES I know she's going to be herself...aka shy and wont say trick or treat to ANYONE but maybe once she realizes theres a candy reward we won't be so shy.  We'll just wait and see.

I'm actually MORE excited for next year when she'll make us buy her some ridiculous costume that cost a fortune AND I'll get to dress up her little brother.  He might be Yoda...or Batman.  OR Larry the Cucumber.  Because I'm mean and need these pictures for future slideshows...I'm all about the future slideshows recently.

Anyway at this point I think she's set.  I'm not sure what shes going to collect the candy in but I'm assuming a quick trip to Target may solve that problem for me.  And really who doesn't love a quick aka 2 hour long trip to Target.

The Bebes 1st Halloween was about 2 weeks after we'd moved into our new house and we got her those cute hot pink glow in the dark pj's with skeletons on them.  I have the cutest picture of her.  We didn't do much other than pass out candy for the neighbor kids but it was a cute year.  Last year goobs was a little sick and Dave had to work so we stuck around inside and vegged on the couch in a seasonably appropriate shirt...no candy to be had.  Sigh.

.... reminiscing....

I remember Halloweens as a kid.  I don't remember so much the trick or treating.  For that matter I'm not really sure where I did it cause we lived in the country and there weren't a lot of neighbors.  I do however remember the costumes.  This is totally where I fail as a mom because my mother made almost EVERY SINGLE COSTUME for YEARS. In high school she made me a 50's poodle skirt, as a little girl I was a clown and Raggedy Anne and the Statue of Liberty.  I have so many amazing memories of the costumes my mom made me.  Maybe my poor kid will get ONE homemade costume at some point here.  Who knows.

Am I even making sense today?  I'm so loopy.  I think it's time for a sandwich...or a a nap.  I like both ideas.

Gooooodbye

Clip-On Ties....I DIE.

So I've had about like what 3 weeks to let this all sink in.  aka I haven't updated anyone about anything cause I'm sleepy.  BUT...My hormones are playing all happy & nice today.  I've also been doing a little online browsing for baby boy STUFF.

My child is going to be SUCH a weenie.  I mean...a cool weenie...but I can't get over the tweed and the corduroy and the plaid....and the flannel...I'm just gah...I DIE.

Over the weekend I went through just one of the boxes from the bebes and found a few gender neutral things for this little guy.  We have the opportunity to resurrect the "My Dad's a Geek" onesie.  Which makes both Dave and I very happy.  A few yellow and green onesies and some sleepers.  I have a cream and then a blue bundle me wrap up thingamajig.  You'd think I would know what these things are called at least after having one child but alas, I do not.

My list of needs/wants for this little person is growing daily and I'm SO excited to go shopping.  I have made myself a deal though that I'm going to wait till after Christmas merely for the sales.  I can't imagine how much great winter stuff I'll get for pretty cheap after the holidays.  I am however dreading the 9 months pregnant after Christmas mall visit.  Maybe this "recession" will keep people out of the malls the few days after Christmas.  That would be stellar.

As I'm sitting here I'm getting violently kicked.  I'm pretty okay with it though.  I keep telling Dave that this child is WAY more active than the bebes was.  He doesn't believe me, he keeps telling me that its the second time around and I'm just more aware.  My toddler while she has her moments is ridiculously mellow most of the time.  This child is INSANE.  I remember when I was pregnant with Bebes and how the Dr would ask me if I'm feeling any movement and at first I wasn't sure but even when I was sure there wasn't a lot of movement.  This child is active from 8 AM till 10PM EVERYDAY.  I like though...when Dave has opinions about these things...mostly cause i just laugh at him...and complain about how he doesn't get it to my friends.  He likes when I do that. Haha

Side Note: Can we get Katie Perry out of my head please?  I'm kinda over it.

Side Note 2: My new love is hot pasta with cold shredded cheese on it.  It's a texture thing I believe.

I'm creating a calendar of events and projects and activities that need to happen between now and next April. I'm not a paper calendar girl but I did this when the Bebes was born and I actually put it in her baby box.  It showed how much work we put in to making her a space in our lives and I think it just kinda showed how excited we were for her to come home and hang with us...for 18 years.  I keep thinking back to that time and realizing how unprepared we were.  Not so much to have an infant...thats a separate rant all by itself..but how broke we were and how our little girl had a crib next to Dave's seminary books.  Her closet had guitars in it.

This time, she has her own room in a house not an apartment and the new little guy has a nursery all to himself.  Their rooms will be painted and styled according to their cute bedding and individual 'stuff.' I've already got diapers ready to go and a full maternity leave covered with at least partial pay.  I have a sitter set up for when I return to work. I'm already prepared for that event, even though it will be hard.  I am not stressing about all the extra stuff.  I'm sure an almost 3 year old and a newborn will be enough.  I'm glad the rest of it has been pretty much figured out ahead of time.  This time around I'm feeling much more excited and not so nervous about whats ahead of us.....and I have more yoga pants to wear.  Huzzah!

I'm also excited for a glass of red wine.  I remember when I was pregnant the first time my greatest annoyance was that I couldn't drink.  I'm a stickler to the no drinking thing.  I cant imagine if something were to happen or was wrong with this little guy how I could ever NOT blame myself if I had drank during a pregnancy. Anyway my point is: I was DYING for a drink when I got home from the hospital.  Dave and I are drinks with dinner type people so I had a really hard time adjusting to no adult beverages.  This time around I just want that glass of red wine in a 'calm and relaxed hanging out on the couch' sort of way.  Oh and a margarita.  And lunch meat and tons of soft cheese.  SIGN ME UP.  maybe I'll have a soft cheese and lunch meat sandwich with a glass of red wine.  That pretty much sounds disgusting haha.

Okay rant over.  I need a Coke and some french fries, which is ironically what the bebes tries to serve me when shes pretend cooking at home.  I'm not sure if she even knows what a Coke is?

Goodbye forevers.  Maybe if you're lucky I'll stay away...OR...come back more chatty and rambly than before.  Oh rambly...not even a word.