Oh, Hai!

Myyyyy oh my, but I've been gone awhile. Again. And I don't care. Today I have a few minutes to update and so I will try to give you an idea of what's been going on.

35 weeks pregnant! Holy cow! Also, 25 pounds gained and possibly 25 donut holes consumed so far today. Nice. I am so ready to be done being pregnant, people. Pregnant can just SUCK IT as far as I'm concerned. This kid is BIG and he's ACTIVE and he won't give me or my ribcage a break for even 5 seconds. I want him OUT.


(SEE?!?! GAH!)

Don't get me wrong, I'm completely in love with him already and I know that he'll be the most adorable thing I've ever seen (or at least a close second to his big brother), but he has worn out his welcome as far as the womb is concerned.
Today was the official first time that I realized there was no possible WAY I was going to be able to tie my own shoes. I never had this problem with my first, probably because I wore heels every day to work and they didnt need to be tied. Today, though, I grunted and groaned and damn near cried because UUURGHHH.... CANT. REACH. FEET.
Moving on...This past weekend my sisters and a close friend threw me an awesome surprise baby shower! I'd been kind of secretly moping for a few weeks because although this is my second baby and also second boy I really was hoping that someone would throw me a shower. I have quite a bit of stuff for this baby but there's so much that I still NEED because I pretty much gave away all of the important stuff. Because I'm a smart girl. So anyway, I arrived at my in-laws' houe saturday afternoon only to see my 3 girls standing in the driveway waiting for me and SURPRISE!!! Blue balloons everywhere! YAY!!!!
We had a blast and I got some great gifts; my favorites being a tattoo print Hotsling and 3 pairs of adorable striped baby leg-warmers. EEEeeee! :)

Here are some photos from the party:
(The group sitting down to our awesome lunch and Kristen's awesome tan putting the lot of us to SHAME. She's directly to my left, if the bronzed goddess look didn't already give her away.)

(we played the "how many squares will it take to go around her belly??" game... everyones favorite way to humiliate the pregnant girl! Woo hoo! This is my sister, Athena with me.)

(and then it was Sarah's turn)

(AAAAAnnnnd my dear mother in-law, who's paper managed to wrap around me THREE WHOLE TIMES. THANKS A LOT!!! Just kidding, I love you kitty :) )

(PRESENTS!!!)

(moi, doing my best "expecting Models" pose. HAH!)

So, all in all it was wonderful wonderful and my sisters and Sarah are amazing for being able to keep it a secret from me this long! They'd been planning it for about 6 weeks and I had no idea!

Well, that'll have to be all for now. The kiddos are waking up from nap and there's much to be done in the way of diapers and snacks and such. I have a lot more that I'd love to tell you about, and hopefully tonight or tomorrow I'll have time to come back and update again. If not though, I'll definitely be back soon because I'm totally supposed to have a baby in about 5 weeks and you KNOW that gives me a lot to talk about.
Toodles! (SNORT)....

(P.S. ROUND!!!! Can you say ROUND!?!?!)
(P.P.S. Baby shower balloons RAWK.)

All about my Big Ace

{I totally stole this one from Ashna. Thanks girl! I haven't had any material for awhile!}

Where did you meet? At Starbucks! Anyone who knows me probably already knows that though. as I LOVE to tell that story.

How long did you date before you were married? two and a half years. He proposed to me after 1 1/2 years and we were engaged for a year. It would have been sooner, but we already got married young. It was 5 days after my 21st birthday! Sooner than that would have been too early for us.

How long have you been married? it was 4 years in September. we've been together almost 7 now but it feels like we've just always been together. We were meant and made for eachother. :)

What does he do that surprises you? He is an AMAZING father!!! Like, the most awesome one that I've ever seen in my life. Not just because he's my husband, but because he literally outshines any other father figure that I've ever been exposed to in my life. He is patient, giving, firm, a good example, trustworthy, and he will do whatever it takes to be sure that his sons have the things they need and (within reason) want before any of his needs/wants are met. he puts his family first EVERY time.

What is your favorite feature about him? He has the uncanny ability to make me laugh even when I'm the most upset or depressed. Also, he's a big strong guy and I always feel safe and secure when he's around.

What is your favorite quality about him? The strength of his character. He always keeps his word and he says what he means and means what he says.

Does he have a nickname for you? He has plenty. The only time he really uses my real name is when he's upset. Mostly he calls me Babe or Baby but there are a few that I WILL NOT tell the internets because you wouldn't want to hear about them anyway. HA!

What is his favorite color? blue.
What is his favorite food? Pizza! He also loves to grill steaks and he's gotten pretty good at it.

What is his favorite sport? Favorites to WATCH are Football, Hockey, Basketball, Baseball. His favorites to PLAY are Hockey, Basketball and Golf.

Who said, "I love you" first? He did. He was on the phone with me when I still lived with my parents and he said "go out and check your mail". He had left me a letter talking about how he was falling in love with me and he was afraid to scare me off but he loved me and I thought it was the most awesome and sweet thing I had ever seen!

When and where was your first kiss? On my parents front porch the night our second date was over. I think actually the date is March 12th, 2002.

What's your favorite thing to do as a couple? Watch The news and Political TV together (because we are HUGE dorks...) and share our opinions on all of the issues and basically talk about how much we hate That Colmes guy and anyone on NBC news... Because again, we are the HUGEST of dorks. And we love politics.

Do you have any kids? An almost 3yr old and another little boy on the way!

What's a hidden talent that he has? I-i-i-i-i'm not at liberty to mention that one. :)

How old is he? he will be 27 in about 2 weeks!

What's his favorite type of music? He likes all kinds. Depends on his mood. But he loves his music LOUD.

What do you most admire about him? He's good at pretty much everything he tries, except for... well, no! He never does bad at anything he tries to do. Stupid perfect husband.

What's his favorite pastime? Anything to do with sports.

Do you think he's going to read this? yes

TAG! You're it. (whoever reads this)

26 weeks

Hello there!

Yes, as of tomorrow I am officially 26 weeks. Wow. So far I've gained a grand total of 13 pounds and i have NO FRICKIN IDEA how that's happened. Today alone, I've eaten 3 cherry fruit pies and I had a slice of cheese pizza with some spicy-hot cheetos and a lemonade for breakfast.... I have been the SUCK at watching my nutrition towards the end of either of my pregnancies. It just seems like some little voice in my head keeps chanting "donut holes.... DONUT HOLES... DONUT HOLES LADY, EAT! NOM!!"

Aaaannd eat them, I do. At every opportunity. So, what's up with the 13 pounds? I dunno. I also don't want to look a gift horse in the mouth or whatever so I guess I should stop talking about it and just be glad, huh?

Hmm... I feel like I don't have anything witty or entertaining to say today, so you get pictures!!! Yay! How exciting for you! Now, please excuse me as there is a bag of Red Vines in the pantry calling my name. (SNORT)

(Us last weekend at a local nature park. My family? We are the beautiful :) )


( I love this shot even though it looks like I'm using the wall to hold up the weight of my bump)


(See what I meant by beautiful?! He makes the prettiest babies, I'm tellin' ya)


(I am the luckiest woman in the universe. The most blessed human being there ever was. Do not try to convince me otherwise because seriously? LOOK WHAT I GOT.)


And yes, his shirt says "I <3 Hot Moms" heehee.. The End.

I know, you're probably gone forever but...

But I am back! BACK I SAY!!! Eh. Sorry for the 2 months of radio static, but I've been... eh, ... busy?

I guess just lazy, although I'd hardly call me lazy by any means. I have ridiculous amounts of things to get done in a day and there aren't enough hours to do them. So, when I actually get a few spare seconds to myself lately the LAST thing on my mind is to go sit down and try to like, type out my feelings, you know?

(I would TOTALLY rather go to the zoo. Wouldn't you?)

So, in a nutshell, here's what you've missed out on in the last 2 months 2 days:

*We're having a BOY BOY BOY!!!!! A BOY!!!

* I am completely ECSTATIC about this, if you couldn't tell by all of the exclamation points and caps.

* ZK has suddenly decided to use "please mama" and "thanks Mama" without prompting and at all of the appropriate times and it delights me to no end each and every time.

* The mohawk? it is gone... Completely by accident. I had only meant to shorten it a bit because it was so very shaggy and I accidentally put the clippers on too low of a setting (because the rest of his hair I guess looked a lot shorter than it really was compared to the mohawk) and it ended up the same length as the rest of his hair.. leaving him looking like a really handsome 5 year old instead of my quirky little two and a half year old punk rocker. So sad. Seriously.

* I have gained only 8pounds! And I'm almost 23 weeks! I am the awesome! At least, awesome for now- until I suddenly start the 3 pounds a week slippery slope that is my 3rd trimester weight gain pattern. But for now? I AM THE AWESOME. AWESOME I TELL YOU!!!


So, that's most of the main stuff. Ace and I have already decided on a name for the little guy and we're both really happy with it. You'll know him as CJ (love that nickname!). It took a lot of back-and forth to get the name we were both happy about. What we ended up doing was that I wrote down all of the names that I really liked on a piece of note paper and left it for him to look over alone. Later, I went back to look at it and he had crossed out all of the names he didn't like, which left about three to work with. We talked over the last three and finally came to a decision. VOILA! He has a name! The best part about the name though is that the more I use it, the more I love it. It grows on me more as each day passes.

Hmm... I guess there's not much else to catch you up on. Oh, wait... I totally turned 25 last Saturday. I'd like to not say anything more about that though, please for fear of bursting into tears yet again because OMFG I'm officially no longer in my early twenties and that I think makes me a real grownup... *SNIFF* *CHOKE*

Anyway! Tomorrow is our 4 year wedding anniversary. So very cool. I love my husband so very much, and it seems like we've just always been together. I don't want to remember what life was like before he came and I can't possibly imagine it without him. He is my Mr.Awesome. Just ask him, he'll tell you!

The AUM eludes me

IIIIIII love being pregnant! I love being pregnant! I LOOOOOOVE being pregnant...... ok the mantra is not working. I still don't like this.
Today was somewhat of a hormonal rollercoaster disaster. Have you ever had one of those days where you feel like you get an 'F' in everything? Today was that day for me. I suck. I was at least 45 minutes off-schedule for every meal, snack, diaper change and planned activity I had (and I don't know why!!)and I cried big fat crocodile tears at least 5 times. When Ace got home from his big meeting (which I will discuss at a later date due to personal reasons), I completely unloaded all of my tears about my day onto his shoulder and it took at least 15 minutes before I remembered to ask "Hey, how did it go??". Yeah, I suck. With a capital S-U-C-K.

Maybe tomorrow will be better though. I'm optimistic like that, and also I know that I didn't get enough sleep last night which is a major contributing factor. I have plenty of things to be excited about too. Ace's meeting went great and only good things can come from that! Also, my nephew M will be starting at my daycare soon and ZK loves him to pieces. They're really good buddies. It'll be good for him to have someone he loves there all the time instead of just a bunch of other kids using his toys, you know?

And another thing? I heard the baby's heartbeat for the first time on Monday morning. It gave me the very same butterflies that I got the day I heard ZK's first heartbeat with the doppler. Ace wsnt able to be there because he's the only person I have to sub for daycare but I called him on my phone and my midwife held the doppler up to it so he could hear. He was so excited!

Yeah, I said MIDWIFE... eeeee! Yay! I officially have a midwife and she is a lovely lady. I really look forward to sharing this whole experience with her. She just gave me a really good gut feeling when I met her and I instantly knew I liked her. She's excited also that I'm planning for a water-birth and no pain medication. I know I can do it, now its just a matter of wether or not Ace can handle the whole thing... we'll see!

P.S. Have I told you before that my kid is adorable? Well, now I have. My kid is adorable. Exhibit A-

Huh?

You say I'm supposed to POST on this thing????
That's hilarious!

Some day, when the dishes are done, the laundry is folded and the guys are fed to full I will perhaps have the time to sit down and post a really good entry here. That is my goal that will probably be accomplished on the twelfth of NEVER.

All is as usual in my world. Busy and active and noisy and hectic and wonderful all at the same time. I'm feeling a teensy bit better today than normal, and I'm hoping that maybe this might be the start to the end of all of the nausea??? Please?? And the exhaustion?? Maybe?? I guess I'll find out soon enough.
I'm 13weeks as of tomorrow and so far I have gained a total of 1 pound. Woo hoo!
Why then, I wonder, have my thighs and shins developed a serious case of hail damage? I'm drinking tons of water and stuff... but the dimples seem to be multiplying at an alarming rate. Especially on my upper thighs. UCK. 'Tis EW.
Makes the nausea return just thinking about it.
Ace and I are pretty excited, as our stupid stimulus payment arrived recently and we are FINALLY able to pay some bills ahead and get some of the things we need. He's been spending most of this week off of work completing a pretty hefty "Honey DO" list I left on the fridge for him on Sunday. Funny thing is, he got almost all of it done on the first day! Even funnier though? He totally paid people to come do it for him. We had a large old apple tree in the back yard that had
cracked in half and he was supposed to get rid of the rest of it because I was worried about any of the larger limbs falling, possibly on any of the children while they played out there. So, at about 12:30 central time (NAP TIME in my little world) I heard the sounds of growling chainsaws just outside our back door. Exactly 10 feet from where my toddlers were napping.
Needless to say, my husband came in with his tail between his legs and widened his eyes apologetically as I gestured wildly and gave him "I will kill you if they wake up from this" glares. None of them ended up being disturbed, thankfully, and I watched in amazement as the tree disappeared in a matter of 90 minutes. Sweet!
He also managed to both pay someone to fix the garage door and force himself to organize his disastrous tool bench mess. All in one day!


***Oh, I know this is off-topic, but by any chance does anyone out there know what to do when your 2 1/2 year old decides to wake up at 3am
every morning for a week straight?!?! If anyone out there has any ideas I sure would appreciate hearing them. We've tried putting him to bed earlier, later, shortening his nap, checking the temp of his room etc.... I AM EXHAUSTED. It is not working. Killmenow. kthxbye.

Thank God for him.

Ace isn't perfect, not by a long shot.
BUT... that's one of the reasons I love him so very much. The man works his tail off every day, and then never hesitates to give me a hand when he comes in the door. He plays with his son for hours. He talks to me about what scares him and he includes me in every decision he makes. He values my opinion, and he actually takes some of my advice. Not only that, but he always remembers to give me a hug and a kiss when he walks in the door.. even if I'm an emotional MESS from the pregnancy hormones and I'm probably already nagging his ears off before he's even set his keys down.

You'r probably getting all gaggy and eye-rolly by now, wondering what gives with the sappy little love letter post. Hmm?
Well, I was running around yesterday trying to clean up the aftermath of another day with four 2 year-olds loose in my home and I came upon Ace's MP3 player sitting on our bedroom dresser amongst a pile of clean socks and car keys. I put the little earbuds in my ears and turned it on. There were a few Bone Thugs in Harmony songs which I quickly flipped past (ugh) and I came upon a song that Ace played for me shortly after our son was born. He told me it's our song and I have yet to listen to it all the way through without bawling my eyes out.
The song is called "Things We Didn't Know" by Rodney Carrington.


We were young when we first met,
And I won’t ever forget the way you made me feel that night back then,
Little did I know my life had change forever
inside of you my angel had appeared
All at once the baby came along,
everything was moving fast
but nothing seemed wrong

Chorus
Thank god for that
Things we didn’t know
Thank God for that
If we did we might turn back
Thank God for that
He must have known that we weren’t through
God gave me all I need
He gave me you

We struggled the first few years
There was laughter
There were tears
Through it all somehow we made it work,
Our babies brought us joy
Held us close together,
what we didn’t have we made with love,
Sacrifice you gave when I was gone
Dreams you let me follow
always brought me home

Chorus
Thank god for that
Things we didn’t know
Thank God for that
If we did we might turn back
Thank God for that
He must have known that we weren’t through
God gave me all I need
He gave me you

Everything we have been through
Will bind our love forever
Not a day will ever pass
that we won’t be together
here we are much stronger than we've ever been before
Our souls are sown together and our hearts forever more
I look forward to our future
And what our days shall be
Our kids our life our love are all we’ll ever need
The mother that you are is made me proud
And the wife that you have been
I am so glad I found

Chorus
Thank god for that
Things we didn’t know
Thank God for that
If we did we might turn back
Thank God for that
He must have known that we weren’t through
God gave me all I need
when he gave me you

God gave me all I need cause he gave
He gave me you
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
SO! My husband? he is perfect. I lied. And he's mine, and you can't have him because I will never ever EVER let go.

Anyone need their dog walked? Lawn mowed?...Anyone?

Blog has been horribly neglected for far too long. I am at my wits end today. First, it started as an awesome, uneventful day. Everything was running on schedule for daycare, everyones diapers were getting changed on time, everyone was being kept smiley and entertained.... Until lunch time.

Out of nowhere, the sky literally went pitch black. The wind started, the rain began to pour. I got a little nervous, but tried to keep a brave face on for the babies. Then, the power went out. I got candles and calmed down the youngest one who's afraid of the dark (Me too!!!) and tried to sit down to eat lunch with them at the candle-lit table. The wind was really frightening by this point.
CRASH!!!!!

As I watched in horror, the huge apple tree in our back yard fell with a sickening CRACK it fell directly across the alleyway behind the house, blocking it completely. It landed directly on our neighbors fence, knocking down a 4ft wide section.

I screamed, the kids screamed, and i cursed myself for not keeping my cool for them. I quickly hushed them and gave them all their apple juice which helped ease their tension a teeny bit (apple juice= baby beer, i swear).

I grabbed my huge umbrella, made sure all candles were out of reach of toddlers and ran out into the meelee to check the damage as they watched me from the window bench next to the table. All I could think as I sloshed out into the grass was "Please lord, don't let anyone be hurt... please also, don't let their yellow Chevy be scratched....PLEASE!!!"
As i got closer to the scene, I realized that no, no one was hurt and also, PRAISE GOD that old car wasn't touched. Our neighbor has an old chevy something or other (some kind of awesome muscle car) that he keeps under a tarp and works on on his off-days. The tree had landed mere inches from its passenger door panel. PRAISE GOD.

SO! Now I'm holed up in my little den while the kids all nap, trying to look up fence repair prices and trying not to let my hormones get the better of me. We just bought a house. We just bought a new car. We just found out we're pregnant. We have a $2000 deductible to pay for the new baby this year, as well as next year because I'm due in January. We still owe our pediatrician about $250. I make about $250 a week right now after the kids grocery costs and supply expenses. We do not HAVE any funds to draw from.
So, how am I feeling right about now?

HOLDING. SHIT. TOGETHER. BARELY.

Rant Rant Rant. And pickle juice.

Lately I've realized something. This pregnancy, although very similar to my last pregnancy is so very, very different. Last time, I could hardly even tell that I was pregnant up until about 12-14 weeks. I ate everything in sight, I gained about 7pounds in the 1st trimester and I was a little sleepy in the mid mornings. I was a teensy bit anti-social because my hormones made me feel a little ugly & fat. Oh! and the peeing. EVERY. 20. MINUTES.

Aside from that though, my 1st trimester was pretty easy. Pretty uneventful. This time, however? I'm so tired that I can't keep my eyes from crossing until about noon-ish. My mornings are spent in a hazy toddler-filled fog. After that? I'm super ball of nerves woman. I must keep everything in organized piles! I must snap at everyone if they so much as breathe too loudly! I keep getting nauseous but I never throw up. I want to eat pasta! No, wait, I want chocolate! .... Wait.... I don't want anything! Give me that pickle or I will bite your face! Yesterday I ate an entire King Sized Caramello candy bar and chased it with HALF A JAR of Vlasic Kosher dill spear juice. It was the best snack I've ever had. EVAR.

I keep fixing things for myself to eat and then after about 2 bites I decide that if I even look at it another moment I'm going to vomit. I wish my stomach would make up its stupid mind. Also, my nose! It has become super-sonic nose. I can smell a poopy diaper 40 minutes before it even happens. It is NOT fun walking around thinking you smell poop all the time, people. Not fun at all. Especially when there are 4 possible toddler culprits running around and in order to locate the offender I must sniff butts. Seriously.

I don't want anyone to get the wrong idea, I do enjoy being pregnant. I just REALLY hate the first trimester. Like, REALLY BAD PLZKILLMENOWOKTHXBYE.

I can't wait until I hit the 12 week mark. Not only because that's when (at least last time) most of this stupid stuff went away but because I can also stop feeling "just a little bit pregnant" and move on to the "HEY WORLD!!! AH AM PREGNANT!!! OVER HERE!! LOOKIT MAH BELLY!!!!" stage. I was in love with the belly last time around. It was pretty low, but all in front and from the back, you couldn't even tell i was pregnant. Not even in my 3rd trimester. I loved the whole thing. Also, I can't wait to feel this baby move. Nothing is more reassuring than a swift kick to the bladder every now and then, I'm telling you.

So, for now I'm just waiting. Waiting for July when I will finally be 12 weeks. Waiting to find out who this little person is. Waiting for my life to change forever... All over again.

It figures!!!

You know, I saw the fruit quiz and I was like "Hmm! That looks fun!" what I didn't know though? Is that it's pretty DEAD ON. I've decided to embrace the results as there is no way I can argue about it. It is just true. My name is Roseytoesies, and I am a lemon. The end.

You Are a Lemon

You have a very distinct personality. And if you're not being sweet, you're a little hard to take. You're a bit overpowering, especially in one on one situations. And while you are very dominant, sometimes your power is needed and appreciated. You can liven up a dull situation, and you definitely bring a fresh outlook. You are a bit of an acquired taste, and you tend to grow on people over time. People feel refreshed and rejuvenated after spending time with you.

What Type of Fruit Are You?

Throw up your rock-fist y'all

Because my kid is here to rock & ROLL! We decided to do this yesterday afternoon (on our own, with the clippers) and we've been thrilled with it ever since. I was worried at first that after it was all done I might hate it and cry, but I LOVE IT! And, so does he thank goodness. He calls it his "Ahawk" and keeps checking himself out and strutting in front of the mirror. Ah, living vicariously through our children is such a wonderful rite of passage.

So is taking awesome blackmail photos of them to show to future girlfriends!

Screamin' Aces

Some of you may already know this and some of you may not, but my husband is quite the character. He comes across to most people as a friendly and laid back personality. Those who know him personally though, will give a much different description.

Ace is goal oriented, driven, honest, giving and incredibly tolerant of my many neurotic tendencies (many many.... like, you have NO idea) .

Most of all though? My dear husband is a KING SMART-ASS. It has taken more than 6 years together and countless lost arguments for me to even begin to train my ear and my brain to pick up on the intricacies of his keen sarcasm.... He's the only person I know who is capable of getting me so angry so quickly.

Now, I will be the first one to admit that I have quite the potty-mouth. I use profanity to convey anger more often than anyone ever should. This along with hurling heavy objects, had always been my way of venting my anger toward my dear husband. That is, until ZK came along.

You should know that as a child and all through my life, I was unwillingly exposed to an unholy amount of physical and verbal violence. I witnessed things in my home that no child should ever ever have to see or know about. To this day, I'm still trying to pick up all of those pieces. I always swore that when the time came for me to have children of my own I would do whatever it would take to protect them from those things. I would NEVER fight in front of them.

All of those things that I promised myself though, came before I ever met said King smart-ass. I don't know if anyone else has ever had this type of problem with their husband before, but mine makes pushing my buttons into his own entertaining past-time. He will find just the right moment to (with a smile!) say the one thing that will send me over the edge, and then once I'm knocked off balance he will push and push and push and..... @#$%&^**!!!!!!!!!!!! &$*%$@!)**!!!!!

And then I've lost it. I've thrown a cell phone or a skillet or a can of coke and I've screamed things that would make Captain Blackbeard blush and hide his face. My man is talented like that.

So now, I have this 2 1/2 year old. He's pretty smart! He knows when mama's getting irritated, and he knows when I'm sad or stressed. I've had to get pretty creative in my efforts to not argue in front of him. Another reason for that is because he is like this little tape recorder. He can repeat things I say! Even bad words!!! Imagine that! One day as I accidentally started to scream in front of the boy after one of Ace's cute little remarks I called him an "uh..ACE-HOLE!!!" To which my husband responded with a smirk. For the rest of the day, he was "Ace". When we would have friends over after that and he would begin to bother me, I would "Hey, Ace, can you please grab me another glass of wine?", and he would get the idea and sort of try to stop.

And there you have it! The name? It suits him well. Not only for his bad attitude but for all of his good traits. He's my number one. He's Ace.

BOOYAH BABY!!!!!

Okay, so I may have possibly figured out why my body isn't tolerating all of this physical work very well....











Holy Moly!!






I mean, we were trying. It was completely on purpose. But we had been trying since May. May as in this May. As in we may have possibly conceived this baby the very first time we -uh, attempted for lack of a better word. Insanity!
Pretty much the only people we've told are our token best friend couple (Hi Sarah& Ace's Twin frum anotha motha!), my parents and both of our sisters. OH! and now THE ENTIRE INTERNET. Hey we can trust you, right? We haven't yet told my in-laws because we don't want them to get all excited and then possibly be completely heart-broken should this pregnancy end in miscarriage like my first pregnancy. We have decided to wait until I get my first prenatal appointment and an ultrasound showing a heartbeat. So far? No appointment set because I have to figure out how I would like to -er- do this whole thing.
What does that mean, you ask?
I'm considering using a midwife. Seriously. My first birth experience was something of a medical intervention extravaganza and I refuse to let all of that happen again. Ideally? A water birth. No seriously.

Because I have to get ready for the Stars game

I'm exhausted!!! Holy cow!! Seroiusly, my body had better decide to get with the program or I will end up keeling over by the end of this week. I woke up Friday morning and when I looked at the clock I heard a voice in my head say "You can not DO this. It is TOO EFFING HARD."

But, in fact I could do it, and I did. I made it through the day without dying and I felt immensely proud of myself for doing so.

Taking care of children for me is in no way challenging mentally. In fact, I find them more pleasant to deal with than most adults. The hard part is just keeping up with them. It's insane! The energy! It is limitless!

Ah well... I guess what doesn't kill me... You know how it goes. Between you and I though? It may kill me. Kill me dead. Soon.

Anywho, wanna see some pictures? Sweet! I knew you would. I have to go watch hockey with Ace and his friend and his friend's girlfriend-ish person. I'm not excited. I stink, and I'm pretty sure the girlfriend-ish person will be younger, thinner and cuter than me. And she will not be exhausted, covered in sweat and sticky with baby goo..... I on the other hand? Will have all of the above, in mass amounts. Sweet.

ZK and I on Easter Morning. TA DAAA! Isnt he awesome?!

MOI- making a total ass of myself, as usual.

Because I can find NO photos of Big Ace alone (someone is not so happy about having a lens pointed at him. EVAR), here he is on Christmas morning with ZK in our old apartment. HE was more excited about the train table than ZK was!

"THOU SHALT POST OFTEN"

I KNOW I know. I just started the stupid blog and already I'm neglecting it. That is so like me. Well, I have no excuse except that THE KIDS- THEY ARE KILLING ME DEAD.

Don't get me wrong, I totally love them. They are squishy and giggly and lovey and inquisitive and adventurous and... and ACTIVE. So active, in fact, that I am at this very moment sweating my 140 pound ass off... The moving around and the cleaning up messes and lifting little 20-30lb bodies up to the changing table all day is something I hadn't put much thought into I guess. So now? Mah back! It hurts! I know that in a few weeks I'll be used to all of it. I am pretty young after all and really pretty resilient. But for now? I need a massage and a glass of WINE!

On a completely unrelated subject- My husband has expressed an extreme dislike for his blog nickname. Our conversation 2 nights ago:



ME: Take a look at my blog! I'm so excited about finally starting one!



S: looks pretty g.... HEY! How come I have to be "S"?



ME: What? What are you talking about? "S" is totally appropriate!



S: Yeah but in your aunt's blog, she calls her husband "Big Daddy" or "Big Daddy T"! How come I have to just be "S"? I want a "Big Daddy" name!!



Me: I do have another appropriate nickname I could use.... right Ace?!



Ace: ....



Me: (Raising one eyebrow)



Ace: You don't love me.



SO! From here on out my husband will be known as Ace. The end.



What's that you say? Where did the name come from? That my friends, is for a whole other entry. :)

Dude...I just blogged!

Umm- Hello. This is the strangest feeling. It's like I'm talking to an empty room... and yet I'm just typing at my little desktop. Maybe someone will read this? What am I supposed to be talking about?
I guess I'm starting with today. I have ridiculous amounts of work to be done. Monday is the first day of business for my home daycare! I feel like it's the culmination of a year's worth of hard work. I've literally put blood, sweat and tears into this project and I just can't believe that it's finally about to happen!
My husband S has been busting his booty right along with me to prepare our home for our big inspection by the state. Fortunately, we passed it with flying colors! My house is officially baby-proof land. There's no cupboard, no oven, no drawer or potty without a latch on it. Every outlet is covered, every window shade cord is wound safely out of reach of grabby little hands. It's interesting when you walk into my home to see just how far one can go with the childproofing! I almost (ALMOST!) feel like I could just let my little ZK run around the place without having to keep an eye on him at all. For those of you who know me personally though? That's not gonna happen any time soon. I'm a tad bit over-protective... a TAD (shut UP S)!

I guess today isn't that exciting... I need to clean out my car, plan a weekly menu for the kids and fax some stuff to my licensing rep- bla bla blaaaaaahhhhhh.. somewhere in there I need to feed and bathe mah kiddo. At a later time, I'll come back and introduce myslef properly but for now I just wanted to get a feel for posting and to see how easily the words will come to me. So far? A little boring. Oh well. I can tell I've got you hooked already. You're hanging on my every word. You know you love it.