Blessings and growings

Yup.  Blessed.  That's what we are.  Each night I tuck my kiddos into bed and remind myself how lucky I am to have a house to call a home, secure jobs and a family that loves me.  Doesn't get much better than that.  And... here's the pic to prove it!

So, what's new you ask???

Well, I'm a bit behind again.  Don't feel bad.  It's not your fault.  I wasn't ignoring the blog.  I'm pretty much ignoring everything.

Callie is a whopping 3.5 months.  She's growing too fast.  I just want to bottle her up and keep her as a happy baby for just a little longer.  She's just the sweetest dang thing I ever laid my eyes on.  Could be because she smiles at me almost every time I look at her.  Plus she's a good sleeper, which means I get to be a good sleeper.  Basically, that makes us all happy.  She's almost rolling over, so by the next time I post, she'll probably be crawling.  Yikes!  OK, maybe I'll post sooner just to make myself feel like I am slowing down her rapid growing.

And then there's my Lilly.  My sweet Lilly.  She too is growing.  Not really, she's still a peanut, but at least intellectually she is growing!  Colors are the new thing.  She's really trying to get them down and asks A LOT about colors.  Also, when Callie cries in the car, Lilly sings her ABCs to calm her down.  Lilly started dance class last week and proudly marched herself right in the studio.  No need for Mama to hold her hand anymore.  She was too "big" for that.  I only got a wave every once in a while.  Independent little miss, just like her mommy.

As for me, I'm back to work.  Blah, blah, blah.  Feels like I never left.  Its tough to find a good balance of work and home.  I for sure, for sure, wouldn't want to be a stay at home mom, but a little more time with the girlies would be nice.  I'd like to suggest a 6 hour work day.  I think that would be fantastic.  Pretty sure that those decision makers wouldn't agree.  I digress.

Jereme's gearing up for hunting season.  Pretty sure I might not see him at all until Christmas.  He's got plans for South Dakota deer hunting.  Goose/duck and pheasant in MN.  Plus he's getting a membership to a game farm.  Oh boy, oh boy!  I better brush up on my wild game cooking.  Wait, maybe he needs to brush up on his.  Yes, I think that is the correct frame of mind :)

Until next time folks!

Since Having a Baby

I've been reminded of and learned a few things:

1. Babies have nasty poop.  It comes in all shades and colors.  Also, baby has a tendancy to stick her little feet in it when changing diapers.  Ah poop.
2. Sleep.  It is not overrated. Surprisingly, I've been getting some.  Our newest little bugger is a good eater and a pretty good sleeper.
3. My husband kicks butt.  He's 50/50 with me on all feedings, diaper changes, baths, etc.
4. I no longer have to pee every 15 minutes and it is glorious.
5. I cannot sneeze properly.  No stomach muscles is odd.  Situps are in my future.  On the bright side, when I do manage a sneeze, I don't pee my pants.
6. Maternity leave is not boring.  Visitors have been plentiful and when I don't have visitors, I've had a 'to do' list a mile long to take care of.  It's already going too fast.
7. Babies smell good.
8. The clothes that I wore pre-pregnancy fit again, however; I dislike all of them.  Time to do some power shopping.
9. Having two kids is wonderful.  Lilly loves her little sister and I love her even more for it.
10. I missed wine.  I missed it alot.  Happy to be reunited.

So, all that being said, we are adjusting to two kids pretty good.  Callie is such a good baby; I couldn't be more blessed.  Lilly is still her playful self and doesn't want to give the baby away, so that's a good sign.  Jereme and I are happy, proud parents :)

Who wouldn't love these two beauties!

The Last Supper and Baby

Hi Everyone!

As most of you know, we've been blessed with a beautiful baby girl named Callie Christine.  I thought I'd share her story, but it's long and probably has too much info.  So if you're not into the whole getting all the details, you may want to skip some parts :)
May 27th was Jereme and my 6 year wedding anniversary.  On a whim, I'd asked Grammy (Jereme's step-mom) to babysit Lilly so we could go out to dinner.  As we were making plans, I'd joked with her that this would probably be our Last Supper.  Little did I know...

The day started out completely normal. Since it was the weekend, my plan was to run errands and enjoy the weather.  It was about 90 degrees out.  In the morning, I scrubbed the floors, which I NEVER do anymore because we hired a housekeeper.  For some reason, I felt that they needed to be done (This is the same thing that put me into labor with Lilly).  I also ran and got flowers for out in front of the house and picked up a few groceries.  While Lilly napped, I planted flowers and got her pool out for a little play time.  That afternoon, Lilly played outside and I started to feel tiny little contractions.  Nothing that had me thinking it was 'time', but more like the, 'I over did it this morning' kind.  I really didn't think much of it and started to get ready to go.

Just before we left, I had Jereme snap this picture, since I remembered that I owed a belly shot on the blog.  Good thing he did, cause this was the last night that I would be pregnant!  Holy crap, I am HUGE!

Off we went to dinner at the St. Paul Grill.  If you haven't been there before, GO!  It's pricey, but the food is amazing.  At dinner, the waitress had asked us when we were going to have our baby and Jereme completely jokingly said, "tonight."  Only after she'd walked away did I tell him about the contractions, which freaked him out ever so slightly.  They weren't too strong, so we did get to enjoy our meal.

By the time we were on our way home, they were picking up intensity.  I didn't say anything to Grammy about them and sent her on her way home.  I just didn't think that this was really 'it'.  Plus, with Lilly I had labored for two days, so I figured if it was time, then I was in for a LONG night.  Around 8:30, I tucked Lilly in and told Jereme I was headed to bed so that I could catch some sleep while the pain was still bearable.  By 9:30, the contractions were coming pretty regularly.  By 11:00, I told him that him that it was time to call his Dad to come watch Lilly.  We were at the hospital shortly after midnight.

I thought for sure that they were going to send us home from the hospital.  I was two weeks away from my due date.  It just felt too fast for me, but when I was checked, I had already dilated to 7.  And so, we were admitted.  The nurse kindly asked if I would like anything for the pain, to which I replied, YES PLEASE.  Giving birth to Lilly without an epidural was not pleasant.  I had wanted this one to be a bit easier.  Unfortunately, the nurses were worried that I was already too far along.  I pleaded and they lied and told the anesthesiologist that I wasn't as far along as I was.  I'll take getting poked in the spine any day.  For those women that think that they need to prove something to themselves by having a drug-free birth... you're fricken nuts.  Epidurals are the best damn thing ever invented in the world of child birth.  By 2 am I was feeling no pain.

The downside of getting an epidural is that it stopped my progress.  Well, maybe this was a blessing?  Had I not has it, I probably would have delivered in the middle of the night.  Since it had slowed everything, we were able to catch a few hours of sleep.  Now, having a kid arrive quicker is great, but when you aren't in pain, why the heck not sleep for a while, right?  I could wait a few more hours.  And that we did.

Around 10 am it was time to start pushing.  Once again, the nursing staff at Regions was amazing.  They told me exactly what to do and when to do it.  It was very, very clear to me that this delivery was going to be much better than Lilly's.  At one point the nurse thought I was I actually going to laugh the kid out of me because we were picking on Jereme, who was sitting in the corner trying to ignore everything happening. He was by far more uncomfortable than I was.  I reminded him that I was the one who was supposed to be miserable.   At 11:17 am, Callie arrived.

Callie wasn't our only girl name.  We had several others picked out.  The name just felt right to us.  I was later told that in the Hebrew alphabet, the double L (LL) is the tallest letter in the alphabet and means both teacher and learner.  It's also the dead center  Both of our girls have the double L.  Sort of interesting.  Anyways, her middle name, Christine is after my paternal Grandma.  She's one of the strongest and most influenial women in my life.  I couldn't be prouder to have Callie share her name.

So, that's Callie's story so far.  Jereme and I are completely in love with her and Lilly is a VERY proud big sister.  More to come in the near future.

~Sara

Pampering

These last couple of weeks of pregnancy are rough.  I forgot how exhaused one's body can be.  I try not to, but I do waddle by the end of the day.  I can't help it.  It's just more comfortable to walk that way.  Jereme thinks it is hilarious... makes me want to kick him. Instead, I've decided to pamper myself and start getting pedicures weekly since I can't reach my own toes. See.  Nice and pretty.

The pedicure lady tells me that I'm having a boy.  However, my mid-wife keeps referring to the baby as a she.  Always makes me wonder if she is spilling the beans because she knows or if she is just saying that because that what comes out.

Don't they say that rubbing the ankles can put you into labor?  The pedicure lady gave me a nice 15 minute rub down.  I think she just felt bad that my feet were swollen.  Plus, if I go into labor and look like crap, at least my toes will be pretty.  Maybe they'll be my focus point.  Ha!  Who am I kidding?  I won't be focusing on anything but getting this kiddo outta me!

So, weekly checks started yesterday.  Tomorrow will be 37 weeks which means I am officially term.  Can I get a HELLS YES!  That means its around the corner. I am one centimeter dialated and 50% effaced.  I got at least another week in me, I hope.  We're pretty ready at home.  I have to pack bags and get the carseats ready, but other than that... I feel like I am organized enough to bring a kid home.  At least we can walk into the baby's room without having to kick things out of the way.

So, what's a girl to do when you are about to bring another baby into the picture?  Well, all I want for the next few weeks is to enjoy having just one child.  I fully intend on snuggling, kissing and all around spoiling Lilly until the baby is born.  I just want to get as much of her as I can while she is the only one who needs my attention.  Love that little girl sooooo much!

Until next week.  Oh and I promise to have a belly pic.  One more just to have the evidence that I carried this child.

Adios!

To boob or not to boob

That is the question.

All the recent hype about the Times Magazine cover got me thinking more and more about breastfeeding.  For those that haven't seen it, its a picture of a young mom breastfeeding her toddler (probably 4ish).  The toddler is actually standing on a stool to reach her boobie. 

My reaction was, SERIOUSLY?  That kid should be feeding himself with a fork and spoon.  I have absolutely nothing against breastfeeding.  It is completely natural.  However, it is not natural to continue to feed long after the child no longer needs your nutrition.

Then I thought about it a little more.  Maybe this mom is just doing what she feels is best for her child???  Maybe this works for them?  Who am I to judge.  Well secretly, I do judge, I think it's uncalled for, but hey, to each their own.  I wouldn't do it and I sure as hell wouldn't pose for a picture if I did.

I'm almost certain that I was judged when I stopped feeding Lilly after a few weeks.  I can about guarantee that I will stop after a few weeks of this one. Yes, I probably could have tried harder, but I didn't want to.  Lilly was tiny, I wasn't producing and I needed that reassurance that she was getting what she needed to grow.  Moving her over to formula was one of the best decisions that we ever made.  All of our lives were much happier.

Stupid society and their judgements.  And, stupid ass Times Magazine for using such a personal topic to make sales.  They should be ashamed.

In the end, I'm comfortable with the way I've raised Lilly and I'm sure I'll be comfortable with however feeding works out with the next one.  I guess I just wish people would keep their mouths shut for a change.  New moms have enough to deal with. It's just too personal for others to be putting in their unwanted 2 cents.

Or, if you're like me, start a blog and bitch about it and then tell everyone that their opinion doesn't matter and that's it your blog.  Shut up if you disagree.

I'm so happy

I am happy is my theme for the week :)  Actually, my theme for the past two weeks because I missed last week.

I am happy to announce that this is my last month of pregnancy.  Due date is one month from today.  Whew. 

I am happy that I will no longer have swollen feet and fingers.  I am happy that I will no longer have to pee every second of everyday.  And most of all, I am happy that will have a baby to hold.

I'm so happy all started because of my Lilly.  It's her newest saying.  And really, she does have a lot to be happy about.  In the past couple of weeks, she's had some good times.  She went to her first Twins game of the season, went on a trip to the big lake (aka North Shore),  went swimming, went to a birthday party, went bowling... and so much more.  That kid has the good life.  At least she's appreciative.

As you can see, we're busy.  In between all of our fun outtings, we've been interviewing new daycares.  Lilly's is closing this summer, so we need to find a new place for both Lilly and the baby.  All sort of tramatic for me.  I hate leaving a place that we know and love, but I totally get her reasoning for closing up shop.  I'm sure we'll find a perfect spot for both our pumpkins.

Really, that's all that new with us.  Just living the dream, trying to rest and getting excited.

Adios!

Nesting or just crazy

Perhaps I have begun the nesting phase, but really I think I am just crazy.  Ever have those months where you just have too much crap on your plate.  Yup, that's me.  By the end of each and every day I am completely exhausted and have used all energy that I have to give.  My brain and body ache.

Most of the stuff for us involves somthing around the house, which is why I call it nesting.  None of it, however, NEEDS to be complete right this very moment.  Ok, well, I do need to maybe get some stuff done for the baby.  But wiping the walls down in the basement... that could wait.

Here's just a taste of the accomplishments for the past weekend:
Shopped and bought furniture for the upstairs, the old stuff will be moved to the basement
Taped out the bar... we needed to see how much room we had to work with
Wiped the walls of the basement
Puttied the trim in the basement
Cleaned the bathroom in the basement
Bought fixtures and towels for the bathroom in the basement
Washed and folded at least 6 loads of laundry - including baby clothes.  Gosh they are so small and cute.
Laid mulch around the trees in the yard
Menards and more Menards - bought a patio set
Went to a concert

And this is what I can remember off the top of my head.  Pretty much think I am crazy.  This week/weekend won't be any better.  Nor will the following.  Well, at least it makes the time fly by!

34 weeks and counting.  Ignore my messy bathroom :)  It's to the point now where if I think about peeing, I have to pee.  I'm ready to have this baby.

I don't like ABCs

That's what I get from Lilly everytime I ask her to sing the ABCs. And if I sing it, she sushes me. She knows them. Just doesn't ever want to sing the song. Kids are weird.
Well Lilly Grace, I love the ABCs and here's why...

A = Apple. Love that we have 100 varieties now. When I was a kid, you just got a bag of them.
B = Bananas. Have one almost every morning.
C = Carrots or Cupcakes depending on my mood. And Chipotle. Gosh I love Chipotle.
D = Donuts. Hmm, donuts
E = Eggs or Eclairs
F = Fruit snacks. Yes, I am adult and I love fruit snacks more than my 3 year old
G = Grapes. I like them and couldn't think of anything else
H = Hot tamales and hotdish
I = Ice cream, doesn't matter which flavor. They are all good.
J = Juice mixed with sprite. It's delicious. I am sick of water.
K = Kettle corn. Perfect blend of sweet and salty
L = Licorice. Red Vines, yes please.
M = Macaroni with anything on it. Pasta is good stuff.
N = Nuts. I am crazy for wasabi almonds.
O = Omlettes. My mom makes them the best
P = Pickles. Refridgerator style.
Q = Quesadillas. Delicious and could eat for every meal.
R = Ribs. Although I loved them much more when I was preggers with Lilly.
S = Snickers, Strawberries, Spaghetti, Starburst
T = Tator tots, the way my husband makes them
U = Umm, what the heck food starts with u?
V = Vanilla. Pretty much anything vanilla is yummy.
W = Watermelon. Especially in warm weather, eaten outside.
X = xtreme cheese Kraft mac and cheese. Seriously, this stuff it GOOD!
Y = Yogurt.
Z = Zebra cakes, Little Debbie style. I am certain that we have all varieties at our house.

So there, my non-ABC-loving child. Here are 26 reasons why you should be singing that tune 24-7.

Every Two Weeks and Benefits

So it has begun. Appointments are now every two weeks, until 36 weeks and then they are each week. To me, this is a sign that the end is near.

This week's appointment went well. I am clear to take Clariton. Thank goodness. Now I just need to remember to actually take it. Also finding that the pain in my hands is completely normal. Pregnancy is so weird. Pretty much any pain or swelling is chalked up to being 'normal'. I didn't have this with Lilly. Should be an interesting 9 more weeks. Just lucky that I didn't get it earlier, right?

I thought I'd take the time to write about some of the benefits of being pregnant... besides having a miracle grow in your tummy. Just need to lighten my mood. Here's some of my recent bennies:

1. I can pretty much say anything to anyone and get away with it.

2. Everyone expects you to break out in tears at any moment, so most are overly nice. Can I carry that for you? Let me get the door? Here, you sit down. I'll buy you and the baby lunch. Etc. Etc.

3. As long as I am covered in the right places, anything flies for clothing. At this point, I wear what I am comfortable in. If someone doesn't approve, I use bennie number 1 to straighten them out.

4. Sayonara normal chores. Pretty much anything at this point is exhausting. I am either pawning off chores or letting them go.

5. No one looks at you like you are crazy when you bring in strawberries, a banana, a ham sandwich and carrots with hummus for breakfast. Then have some of this goodness for dessert.

This is a pic of the candy currently in my office. I had equally as much candy BEFORE I got pregnant, but now everyone assumes that I only have this much because of my 'condition'.

I know I owe a belly shot. We've been terrible about taking them this pregnancy. For some reason, I just don't want to remember myself being this big. I had a dream the other night that my normal body was back. I'm ready for that. Maybe next week.

Everyone has Their Secrets

We have a secret... a secret doorway that is :) It leads to a room filled with wine goodness. It's even got a secret way to open it!

A while back, I was watching a show and saw a bookcase that dueled as doorway. I joked with Jereme about how we could put one in the basement and he ran with the idea. Cool huh? I think so. We joked with our friend Mike, who built it for us, that we should keep an extra corkscrew in there just in case we get locked in. Note: it's virually impossible to get locked in, but just in case.

Just trim, doors and carpet left. Those are going in this week. Then it's onto furnishing. Lord help me. That might take a while.




BTW, I'm now 29.5 weeks. Fingers and feet are starting to swell. Good times. I have some new pics of the little buckaroo. Will post soon.

Adios Amigos!

Spring has Sprung?

Does this mean I need to shave my legs? Honestly, I love winter just for that reason. It's basically a six month vacation from shaving. I might be hairy, but who's can see them besides me anyways. Well... my husband I suppose, but I am carrying his child, so he cannot judge.

With spring has come allergies. Ahhh chooo!!! Anyone else out there had allergies while preggers? Is there anything safe to take? I have a Dr. Appointment in a few weeks and I plan on talking with them then about possibilities. I guess I didn't think that I'd have to deal with them so early on in the year.

What about paranoia? I feel like I am more paranoid this time. Lots of what if's running through my mind. So weird. And at the same time, I can just as easily push them off and move onto the next thing. I don't have time for what if"s. Maybe it's just the differences between this pregnancy and the last. For example, this baby is not near as active as Lilly was. That makes me paranoid. Then, randomly, I'll get a jab to the ribs and I feel better. Who knows.

Nothing else new. Last week of travel and then I am staying in good ole MN!

That's all I got folks. Blah, Blah, Blah.

New this week

On the road again, I just can't wait to get on the road again. Wait, that's not the song I really want to have stuck in my head. I do tho. Woke up in Seattle this morning to SNOW! That's backwards. It's gonna be 50 degrees at home and I am seeing snow. Oh well.

Between trips, I managed to have my 26 week doctor appointment. Baby is growing strong. Doc says about 1.5lbs of baby with a heartbeat at 160. Another girl maybe? Isn't that what the wives tale says... faster heartbeats means a girl? Also, I passed my glucose test. No gestational diabetes for this preggers lady. Whew. I love candy. Not sure what I would do without it.

That also leads me to think about cravings. With this baby, I really haven't changed my diet much. At this point with Lilly I was walking around with at least 2 PB&Js in my purse at all times. I craved ribs and spicy foods. And I couldn't stand the thought of pizza. This one, not so much. Although, fish tacos have been a favorite. Maybe that will be my vice this go-round.

Back at home, Lilly started swimming lessons. Daddy has been taking her. I'm sad that I have missed them. Not that I would consider putting on a swimsuit right now. I just want to see her and Daddy splash in the water. She LOVES swimming! Goodness that little girl can make me smile. She's just so flippen funny!

Home all next week. I can hardly wait to not have to get on a plane! Yippee!!!

Off to wow the crowd with my tantalizing presentation skills. Adios for now!

Planes, Trains and Automobiles

Ok, mostly just planes and automobiles.

Planes:

Airports are weird places. If you ever need to feel better about yourself, just go to the airport for a few hours and people watch. Good Lord people are fricken strange. As a frequent traveler, I've come to notice things more than others. Here are my stories and this is just from the last trip...


1. Arrive early. If you don't, it's your own f-ing fault that the lines are long and you may miss your flight. Trust me, the person in front of you isn't going to feel bad about your poor judgement or the fact that you think TSA takes too long with security. Also, if you huff and puff in my ear, I may kick you. Consider this a warning.


2. Teenagers. They drive me nuts. I counted a girl saying the word 'like' 37 times in under 5 minutes. Parents of teenages, teach you child proper English. Ok, I will probably be kicking myself in 13 years for saying that, but really, it is annoying.


3. Keep you damn hands to yourself. Even if you think my ring is pretty, that does not give you permission to touch me or it. Or swirl it around my finger as if you were trying to remove it.


4. Take a shower. Gross. Showing up in sweats with holes in them and a tattered shirt that is stained is nasty. And if you can afford that North Face jacket you are carrying around, you sure as shit can afford some nicer clothes.


5. Eat like a normal person. Why on earth do you need to blow on your ice cream like it is hot soup? So weird. It's not going to get any colder. And to the airport sushi eaters... clearly you do not know good sushi. Airports are scary places, therefore the food in them should be treated as such.

Automobiles:

To the rental car guy... Just because I am a female and pregnant does not mean that I am an idiot. Please do not treat me as such. I've done this a time or two. If you'd looked at my "frequent renter" card you would realize this. Also, I have preferences put in place for a reason. No I don't want a fricken BMW or a Mustang. And next time, when you ask if I travel here often, listen to my response. Asking 3 times is going to get you the same result everytime... me telling you that you should have paid attention the first two times you ask me :)

And off I go to California for more adventures. Home on Wednesday (if the snow lets me get home). Here's to happy travels!

This and That

My bra is too tight. If these things get any larger I may be able to fit my head into the cup. Now that would be something. Anyways, what made me think of that is how I really would like to be in my pjs and not wearing a bra. Ah sweet freedom. Problem is, I'm in the airport. Think I could just unclasp it and put on my coat? No one would even know. I would tho. Damn being proper. In my past years I wouldn't have blinked twice and that sucker would be off if it was causing discomfort.

So I'm on a whirlwind tour of the US for the next couple of weeks. Super fun. I love 7:30 am flights. Especially when you sit on the plane for an hour and then they deboard you because of mechanical issues. My 7:30 flight has now turned into a 9:30 flight. I could've slept TWO MORE HOURS!!!! Well, at least I got upgraded to first class and made my meeting on time. And then, on my way back to the airport I got hooked up by my buddies at the Weston and got limo service. Hot Damn! First Class and Limo Service in one day! I feel luxurious. My head will hit the pillow heavy tonight.

On Monday Lilly had her 3 year well check. She's a normal 3 year old. At least that's what they tell me. For the first time since birth she made the growth chart. Ready for this... coming in at 24.5 lbs, she's in the 1%. And 2'11'' she is in the 6th%. Love it! At this rate, she will be 105lbs and 5' tall. And, if she hits puberty late, she might grow and extra inch or two.

This week the basement got painted. It took us all of 30 seconds to pick a color. Next up, tile, trim and doors. Nice to see this project moving along. Not nice to pay the bills for it. If all goes well, this sucker will be ready for me to enjoy when little bundle enters the world.

Speaking of little bundle, s/he now has enough power to wake me up at night. Kicks feel weird and good at the same time. I wouldn't say I love it. It's weird. I do love being reminded that there is a little one growing in there. Just feels goofy.

That's it for this week. See, the post was all over the place. That's what happens when I am bored in an aiport and sleep deprived :)

To my Other Child:

You know, the one that's already born...

Happy 3rd Birthday Lillian Grace VonBargen!

I love you more than I ever thought I could love someone that clings to my leg, makes me wipe boogers and hates my cooking. You bring me to a good kind of crazy.

I love your tender heart and caring words. I love the way you say, "dang it" and "what the heck". Or the way you tell me that you have a secret and then whisper, "we should have some M&Ms".

I love the way you smell, the way you smile and the way you giggle. Everyday is brighter because of you.

You make your Mommy so proud! Did, I mention that I love you! Happy Birthday punky.

Ba Boom!

There it is my friends. 22 week baby bump. Actually, not too far off from where I was with Lilly. See here. Yes, this was a frantic self-portrait taken this morning for fear of going two weeks past my original goal. Ha! So, there. Ba Boom!

So if I am within a pound of weight gain from where I was with Lilly at this time, why the heck do I feel so huge already? Wait, I know! It's because unlike when I got preggers the first time, my body is out of shape. What does this mean? It means I moan and groan like an old hag. Whatevs. Only 18 more weeks of torture. Then I am gonna get my abs of steel back. LOL! Or something like that anyways. 18 weeks. I feel like singing, "I'm a teenager." That's how this countdown is going to be. I can hardly wait until I am young enough to eat off the kids menu.

In regular life, sheetrock went up in the basement this week. Saaweeet! We're making progress. Just in time to cover my whole house in a nice coat of dust for Lilly's bday party this weekend. I'm pregnant and using that as my excuse for an untidy house. It does have it's perks.

Oh and next week I start traveling again. Haven't been on the road for a few months. 6 weeks of trips (most just a day or two). Should be fabulous right? Nothing like cramming your pregnant, imma gonna pee my pants, rear-end into a plane seat. In the words of GovDelivery (that's the company I work for), it's awesome. Damn right. Makes the time go fast.

Until next time...

Pop goes the Weasel

Dammit. I've popped. I thought I would have a few more weeks of half getting by with 'looking' pregnant. Now I just get the "wow, you popped overnight" statement. Well, I suppose it is true, but still, just not something I am loving hearing at the moment. Check back with me in a few more weeks and I'll probably be proudly sporting the baby bump.

Part of my distaste is my ever expanding waistline and the lack of clothes that I now fit into. Of course I have options from when Lilly was born, but to be honest, I just don't like most of them. And, have you ever shopping for maternity clothes? Options are limited. I. Mean. Limited. When I finally find something I like and it is reasonably priced, my size isn't available. If there are any entrepenuers out there I suggest you get into this business. And for the love of God, please make clothes that normal people can afford. I might (or may) buy designer jeans when I am not pregnant, but I sure as hell ain't gonna spend $200 on jeans that I will wear for 4 months.

And another thing. I am not glowing. That's called a greasy oil face and it is giving me acne and I dislike it very much. I had backne with Lil. This one is giving it to be on my chin and neck. Hmmm... that's about the only difference I have seen between the two pregnancies. Signs of a boy maybe???

I know the goal was to have a picture for this week, but hey, I can't make all my goals all the time. See the issue is that the second I get home I change into comfy clothes. Then I feel too frumpy to have a picture taken. Next week. Maybe.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Well, Happy Thanksgiving to me anyways... cause I am wearing my Turkey Day pants, aka, maternity pants. Surely a women invented these puppers. Men would not be insightful enough to have thought of jeans that feel like sweatpants. No, no. Men thought up things like prenatal vitamins (that give you gut rot) and stirrups (not the pants, you know, those handy dandy feet holders at your lady doctor). Ah, the feeling of just being comfy. I don't care if my ass sags in them. I am wearing 'em and wearing 'em proud. 20 weeks down and 20 weeks to go.

Check out my kiddo... cute right? Gonna be a looker for sure :)










I need to take a pic of my preggo belly at some point. Maybe that's the goal for next week's post.

I'M BAACCCKKKK!!!

Back by request is the Blah, Blah, Blog!

In a fairytale world, I'd be a writer. Not the fictional, Harry Potter, kind of writer, but a writer about real life. My life. I really don't even care if no one reads what I write, I just think it would be fun to put thoughts and experiences on paper. Maybe someday.

That's part of what got me started on blogging again. A place for me to come and vent. If you don't like it, don't read it... and for cripes sake certainly don't tell me about it if you don't like it. And, yes, I will probably have misspellings and a million other grammatical errors. Don't point those out either or it's off with your head! Not really, but really. Also keep your trap shut about political views and such. I can't stand most of that bs. In turn, I will offer my thoughts on life and a view of how my life (and my family's lives) is going. I will try not to offer too much information, but I will warn that I may be vulgar and descriptive at times. No offense to those who dislike that, but hey, it's my blog, right. See the rule about not reading what you don't like :)

The other part that got me going again is this science project I have brewing in my uterus. Otherwise known as baby VB #2 or the bambino. Yes, I am pregnant. Sorry, I realized a week or so ago that I never made a formal announcement. Guess I figured those who need to know knew or had heard it through the grapevine. With Lilly, I blogged my entire pregnancy and it was fun to go back and re-read what we had gone through. Guess it would only be fair to do the same for this child.

So here are the details. Due on June 9th. That makes me 18.5 weeks along with 21.5 weeks to go. Yes, I am counting. Every month. Every week. Every day. Heck even every hour and minute. No, we are not finding out the sex. We like the surprises that God offers to us. Yes, Lilly knows that there is a baby in Mommy's tummy, but she also probably thinks there is one in her tummy too. She doesn't get it quite yet. All in due time. Get it? Due time???

Ok, enough thought for the day. More to come about this pregnancy in the near future. Goal = roughly one post per week until the kiddo arrives. I'm sure I will have enough time and thought to fullfill that goal, right??? Right???

~Sara