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.