First and Last Santa Visit

We went and saw Santa today.

E reluctantly agreed to see Santa one last time. He has already informed me that he is pretty sure about the whole Santa story but still wants to believe in the "magic" of Christmas. When Santa asked what he wanted this year he looked straight at me and said, "A GOOD mountain bike, a really good one".

I knew it was coming and I am pretty sure he was questioning it last year so it wasn't that big of a suprise. He mailed a letter today and I forgot to get it out of the mailbox before the postman came, but the letter was gone when we got home so I need to thank our mail carrier I guess.

I always sneek the letter our and put it in my jewlery box. He found his last letter to the tooth fairy and told me about it so I stopped leaving money under his pillow. So, I bet if he finds the Santa letter he won't say a thing.

The baby was so cute with Santa. He wasn't scared at all and even smiled for the picture. I would post a picture but I am still not sure just how much I want to post that would identify me and my kids. I like having a place to post my thoughts annonymously. I am still trying to figure out a good blog name for the baby. I call him boo bear, stinker boo, suger booger, and any other rediculas name I can come up with because well, I am a nutcase and he is so stinking cute.

The real post

Sorry about yesterday I accidentally hit publish and I spent the rest of the afternoon trying to come up with a post. Do you know how many times I have sit down at my computer to post? Its on my mind all the time. Even Eric is asking when I am going to blog again.

The truth is I want to put up the really profound post explaining how we are mystified by the new little creature the fills our days and nights. How I can't believe we survived the last 5 years without his little warm body snuggled up against us when he is sleeping.

I can't put into words how all the epic fails in our lives don't seem to matter when we look at his smile.

When we settle down in the rocker at night to nurse before bed I just stare at his wonderful blue eyes and everything is right.

I could go on and on about how wonderful this baby is. He is a champion sleeper. Always wakes with a smile. He is a great nurser. Chooses to chill in his bouncer or swing and look at things rather than be held. But. Its just doesn't look like much when I read it back to myself.


No words can describe how incredibly blessed I am to have my two boys and my INCREDIBLE husband.

How do show happy in black and white?

Maybe this will help.






Con*ner Er*ic.
Born September 16th, 2009
8 pounds 11(and a half) ounces. (I told you he would be a hoss.)
Wonderful uncomplicated birth.
Scary gas (for me) the day after, followed by a very humbling enema that deserves it's OWN post. Seriously. AWFUL.

Mom, Dad, and brother couldn't be more proud.

That's what it's all about

The mother of all updates.

Lets see. Where were we?

Oh yea,

I am fixing to have a BABY in 3 weeks. I am not sure how things went so quickly and it makes me sad in a way because, honestly? Even with the 100 degree heat I have had the best time with my little boy. Every day I still feel lucky. Every day I still thank God. Every day my heart swells at the sight of my husband preparing for his son. Every day I smile at my stretch marks.

I am thankful and there is no other way to say it.

E turned 9 this week and meets his third grade teacher today. I will take him to class with his school supplies today as he would rather die than have me walk him in on his first day. He is growing up so fast and is in between holding mom's hand and letting go and I am stuck in between holding him close and loosening my grip. It's a bittersweet time for us. He is going to be an amazing big brother and has been a big help in getting things ready. He puts his head up to my stomach and waits for his brother to kick him in the head which he ALWAYS does.

I have been pretty hormonal this week hence this sappy post.

END SAPPY

I am hungry y'all!

I mean like greasy cheeseburger hungry. 1 dozen doughnuts hungry. Dairy Queen Snickers Blizzard Hungry. Whole box of froot loops hungry.

I haven't been this bingeful minded since the days of the p*t.

Gestational Diabetes?

She sucks big fat hairy goat balls dipped in fat free soy milk.

I think I have done pretty well with it though. I have only gained 10lbs this whole pregnancy and the baby is measuring right on target. My sugar levels have been under control and if I cheat I try to be smart about it. I am pretty bad about taking bites of my family's stuff though.

The other night we went out to eat for E's birthday and he had Fries and Blossom Strips on his plate and Eric had mashed potatoes and the other side. I have been staying clear of potatoes because they really shoot my sugar up. Eric's mom started laughing and we looked and E had moved all his fries on the other side of his plate under his hamburger to get them away from my picking fingers. I mean, who takes their son's french fries off his plate on his birthday? His deprived 8 month pregnant starving mom, that's who. I had also been eating Eric's potatoes on the other side when he wasn't looking. I am starting to crack under the low carb pressure.

Well I gotta go meet the other woman is my kiddo's life for the next year.

Later Gators.

Rude awakening

They get really pissed when you push the vibrate button.

On the Fast Track

Due to the severe drought we are experiencing in my great state, it is very uncommon to wake up to cooler weather and a wet patio. While taking my dog out to pee I decided to have a seat on the patio furniture while on lunch. As soon as I set down I realized my mistake.

My pants were soaked!

Not wanting to miss my chance at a golden opportunity for pure comic relief.

I waddled to the bedroom and may or may not have loudly shouted that my water broke. My poor husband may have been sleeping, having worked a 12 hour shift the night before.

He may have jumped 5 feet in the air clutching his chest.

He may have called me a couple of ugly names, that I totally deserved, when he realized I was joking.

But!

That was some funny shit, y'all.

60 days!!!!!!!!

Or just about anyway. I will have a scheduled c-section so I know I will go earlier than my due date. Wowza! Right now the babies room is waiting for carpet and paint and my baby's stuff if taking up half the living room. I am starting to get a little antsy, but I have been so busy I can't seem to get anything done at home.

Last week both of my grandfathers started having health problems and we spent most of the week visiting both of them. One of them needed a pace maker and the other is being treated for congestive heart failure and pneumonia. I think that for the most part both of them are out of the woods but I do worry about them. Also, my grandmother is in the hospital today having tests on her heart to check for blockage. So if you pray, please give a little shout out for her.

I know that I am very fortunate to still have both sets of grandparents and I want so much for my children to be able to have the same relationship with them that I was blessed with.

I am feeling pretty good for the most part. I just have to watch the heat since it averages about 105 every freakin day. I feel so sweaty and gross most of the time.

I am going crazy worrying about my gestational diabetes. I was doing really well staying within the numbers they wanted until this week and they have been a little high. Not terrible just a little elevated. I rarely ever go over 150 but have occasionally. My doctor says all is fine and my numbers look great so I just keep doing my best.

I am a little obsessive about it and the stress and worry I am doing is probably worse than the actual diagnosis. I have even read that there are many studies about gestational diabetes not even being a real disease. I don't want to hurt my baby but I also don't want to take a bunch of medicine that could be avoided. I don't even take Tylenol if I can avoid it. I was not offered any classes or anything and was only given a written diet that is pretty darn confusing. The only food that really makes my sugar crazy is cereal and that happens to be what I want all the time. I dream about it. Crave it. I have tried all kinds and the lowest reading I got was with fruity pebbles. No, I am not still eating them. But I want to.

I have hardly gained any weight since being diagnosed and I eat what I want just limiting white bread and I have cut out all sweets. I always make sure I eat some sort of salad, vegetable, or fruit with my food and am trying to eat a lot of protein and fiber too.

I have started making a list of things I plan on eating once my womb is vacant again but since I have started loosing inches and toning up, I might just stick to this. Maybe..don't hold me to it.

I did learn that they make sugar-free Oreos.

I have yet to find them :(.

If any of you have any information on diabetes or good recipes I would love to hear about them!