Whew!

Smushy woke up with no fever!  Yay, right?  But no, she is juuuust well enough to be completely disagreeable.  She only wants yogurt and screams if I even make something different for myself.  It took forever to get her down for a nap (with kicking and screaming) and she was coughing a bit, so I know it wasn’t very restful.  Plus it was only 2 hours, which would be fine if she weren’t so cranky all day.  Add on some stuck poops and we have both been miserable.  I find myself feeling really bad for her one minute and really annoyed with her the next.

Mr. Silly is working late tonight and won’t be home for another hour and a half.  He did come home for lunch and dinner though, so at least we got to see him a little.  But that meant I was running around right before he got home both times trying to get meals done so he could eat quickly since he didn’t have a lot of time.  Not a big deal, but I’ve been really contraction-y today and probably should try to stay off my (very very swollen) feet.  Plus I asked him TWICE about his schedule on Wednesday because I have to go grocery shopping and TWICE he told me it was fine but then OhRightIForgot he has this thing that completely throws a wrench in my plans.  This has happened for the past 3 weeks every time I have plans.  I am getting pissed.  I mean, I know it’s not his fault.  But I don’t care.  He is the only person I can get mad at and so take it out on him I shall!  Grrrr!

My living room looks like HELL because I can’t bend over so well and my back starts screaming at me 2 seconds after I start trying to clean.  I’ve asked Mr. Silly to handle it, but he just won’t.  I don’t know why since he has no problem cleaning in general and has picked up the slack a TON.  It’s just weird and annoying since it really looks like shit.  Driving me absolutely crazy.  So much so that I’ve actually started trying to clean it, but OMG pain.  Suck it.

AND AND AND!  We were charged some bogus charge and then refunded the wrong amount on our checking account.  It was only 9 cents different, so we’re not fighting it, but we do have to go through the whole blah blah boring crap and it’s stupid.  We’re planning on switching our checking account from that bank soon anyway, and this just cements that decision.

Plus, no one has told this child there is NO OPENING NEXT TO MY BELLYBUTTON from which to escape and he is trying to kill me.  All the lotioning in the world does not seem to help  this.  I can not get him to pick a different position and my skin is stretched to the limit.  Driving me batty!!

I’m just having one of those days.

I was never given a baby shower when I was pregnant with Smushy.  I didn’t really have any close friends in Texas who would have one for me and my family lived in another state.  I was always really sad about it since it took us so long to get her and I felt like I was missing out on an important part of being pregnant.  I just assumed I wouldn’t get one this time because it’s baby number 2 and, in truth, we didn’t really need any baby stuff.

A group of my online mommy friends were planning on having a Valentine party yesterday and I when I got there, I found it was actually a surprise baby shower for me!  Crazy!  I was completely shocked.  My friend did an excellent job of keeping it from me.  She even managed to get me to choose my own cake without me realizing a thing.  I think I just really am that dense, though there wasn’t any reason for me to think it was anything but a Valentine party.

The kids had a blast running around like crazy.  The grown-ups had fun playing pin the pacifier on the baby and chatting.  I got a few (adorable) baby gifts and even a necklace for me!  Yeah, I still want to cry a little just thinking about it.

After the party, my friend and I traded entirely huge bags of baby clothes, my girl stuff for her boy stuff.  She’s having a girl in July (incidentally, due the same day I was due with Smushy).  We also traded pink for blue bumbo seats (seriously, could this not be more perfect??).  I spent all day washing boy clothes and separating them into sizes.  I will not need to buy clothes until he is 3.  There are really THAT many. Plus! My friend is a car seat tech, so she installed the car seat for me. Not that I couldn’t, but why not make sure it’s 100% safe? And now that’s one more thing to cross off the list.

I can’t share too many pics since a lot are of the other party-goers and their kids and I don’t do that, but here are a few:

I will share his name when he is born, don’t worry.

Me pinning the pacifier on the baby

Mr. Silly got in on the fun too! (Forced would probably be a better word for it.)

Smushy eating a yummy cupcake.

Mommy and Daddy

Presents!  A cute personalized hooded towel sent by one of the mom’s who couldn’t be there (because she had her little boy a little early).  I am seriously just blown away by these women.

Adorable sleepers.

Spoiled sport.  Sadly, I was just messing around with my camera and didn’t even NOTICE he was flipping me off.  I was just testing my focus.

And really? Why does my kid always have to cry in the group photo? She LOVED playing with the other kids. No so much a fan of the picture process I guess. That and a 30 minute nap.

The ONLY sucky thing about the whole day was Smushy getting sick right before we left. She spiked a temp and was sniffly on the way home. I felt AWFUL about her being around other kids when she was sick. I mean, obviously I didn’t know she was since she she hadn’t been sick. I figured she was acting fussier than usual because of the short nap. So far (banging frantically on wood) it doesn’t seem to be *too* bad. Just a fever and she’s a little snugglier than normal. She did sound a little raspy while she was napping today, but once she was upright, it stopped. I hope this is short lived and I don’t catch it. And I really, really hope the other kids and parents don’t catch it either. God, I feel terrible. I just never wanted to be the one who brings her sick kid out and exposes other people and now I am.

In conclusion, I suck and I have awesome friends.

Smushy walks in to our bedroom stark naked and says:

“I take off a diaper.  I take off a pants.  I take off a shirt.  I’m naked!  (yelling) NAKED! NAKED! NAKED!!  See you later Mommy.  See you later Daddy.”

And then she leaves.

And we just looked at each other and let her go.

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She walks up to the window, picks her nose and wipes it on the window and says, “I’m painting!”

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And just now.  30 seconds ago.  She peed in her hat.  And admitted it.  After we told her 10 million times in the last 5 minutes to either ask for a diaper or pee in the potty.  Because she insisted on being naked.

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That’s my girl

This commercial makes me smile and I don’t know why.

I never had the nesting urge when I was pregnant with Smushy.  It didn’t matter so much because Mr. Silly was home a lot more and I made him do all the nesting for me.  We managed to have everything 100% ready and done before we even found out she was a girl.  It probably helped that I didn’t have a toddler “helping”, so the house stayed clean for more than 5 minutes.

A clean house.  I really miss that.  Anyway.

This time I had one whole day of extreme nesting craziness.  I washed half of the new baby clothes, organized his closet, and started packing my hospital bag.  I was hoping it would last, but now I’m back to Meh.  And I don’t nest in a good, productive way.  All I care about are the baby things.  Floor needs to be swept and there is a pile of dishes in the sink?  Who cares!  Must fold onesies!

Now, that’s not true actually.  The house is getting to me.  I would LOVE to clean it all up and keep it that way.  LOVE!  But physically, this pregnancy is much harder than the last time.  Bending over to pick up toys gets me winded and in pain in less than a minute.  Five minutes of just standing starts the contractions.  Not to mention Smushy’s special kind of “help”.  And when I start thinking about how much longer I have to go, I get so discouraged.  Mr. Silly helps as much as he helps.  Sometimes I think he thinks I’m just being lazy and doesn’t take my limitations seriously.  And I do sorta get that.  I am lazy.  To a point.  I mean, yes, yes I really really am, but even I have my limits.  I just want my house to be clean and stay that way.  And I would gladly do it all if my body would just cooperate.  I should add, I do stuff every day.  The dishes get taken care of, and the laundry never piles up too high.  It’s all the other stuff I have a hard time managing.

So!  A list of crap that needs to be done by me or someone like me before this child is allowed to arrive!

• Clean out the top of the laundry closet to make room for his bathtub
• Wash the rest of his clothes
• Buy a few odds and ends things
• Put baby things together such as the travel crib, bouncer, and swing
• Find a place to put all of those not yet put together baby things
• Makes sure Smushy doesn’t break the not yet put together baby things
• Make sure the cat doesn’t pee in the not yet put together baby things
• Install the infant seat
• Figure out where the heck I put the sheets for the pack-n-play
• Clean the house and keep it that way
• Consider some kinda of bubble suit for Smushy to keep her grubby paws off of everything and her toddler germs to herself so I feel well enough for more than 5 minutes so I can actually manage to get all of the above done.  Check Home Depot.

And there it is.  Minus whatever my pregnant brain has blocked out.  Less than 5 weeks, people.  Which is nestled snugly between forever from now and OMG time to panic!

• The child WILL NOT take a normal length nap.
• You WILL fall asleep 2 minutes before she wakes up.
• And she WILL find the non-kid-friendly markers on the day you have to meet your husband’s new boss.
• And she WILL color her hands, arms, and face a very dark green.
• And you WILL NOT have anything in the house that might be able to remove it.
• And she WILL run around half naked saying “No pants!”
• And you WILL be a huge, pregnant house with nothing to wear.
• Seriously, 1 pair of jeans that fit.
• And you WILL have awful sciatic pain making it impossible to bend over to pick anything up, thus leaving your house a huge mess.
• And the never ending morning sickness and heartburn WILL kick in just before you have to leave even though they’ve stayed away all day.

Son of a monkey.

I am sick.  I have been sick since last year.  I lost my voice on the 28th and on the 29th I started feeling a chest yucky-ness.  Then it got bad.  And I had family visiting and New Years and all that fun stuff.  So I faked it.  I mean, I sound like I’d been smoking a pack a day for 30 years, so it’s not like I was hiding it, I was just faking how functional I was.  As in, I wasn’t.  I barely made it through the time my sis was here.  And when she left it all came crashing down on me.  I spent the next 2 days feel completely miserable.  I finally started feeling “better” on Sunday, but it’s still there.  A nasty cough, and going through a million boxes of tissue and now I sound like I’ve been smoking a pack a day for 10 years.   There are still times I have no voice at all and have to get by with whispering.

Mr. Silly tries.  He really does.  He can manage to take care of the house and Smushy by himself, but he could not take care of me too.  I asked him for some hot tea and got it about 2 hours later.  I asked him for food-and I was really specific because he hates when I don’t tell him exactly what I want- and I finally got it an hour later when I got my sick ass up and made it myself.  Now, when he is sick I pretty much cater to him for days until he gets better AND take care of the house AND take care of the kid.  He just can’t.  It actually kinda pisses me off.  Especially when he acts like he is sick too.  When he isn’t and we both damn well know it.  And then he acts like I just have what he just got over and to that I say LIAR!  He had a cough for a couple of days.  That was it.  I don’t remember him being miserable for a week and a half.  Big baby.

And now Smushy is getting something.  I don’t know if it’s the same something, but I hope not.  She has a nasty cough and sounds really stuffy, but nothing else.  She’s acting just fine so far.  As bad as it is to be sick and pregnant, it is much worse to see your kid sick and know there’s not much you can do.  I suppose it’s better than this happen now instead of in March when I’m bringing a newborn into the mix.

So that’s pretty much it.  We all feel like poop.  The end.

I was thinking back to my resolutions from last year and when I looked them up, turns out I hadn’t actually made any.  I was thinking about the year before.  This whole time I’ve been working on old resolutions.  SO you’d think I’d be good and resolved by now, but I’m not.  Woops.

Oh well.  Onward!

I know some people aren’t into resolutions because they think it’s just setting yourself up for failure and to that I say, Duh.  Tradition!  Last year’s screw up aside, I am all for anything that might promote improvement.  So here we go.  My 2010 list of crap I want to do better:

• My kid watches too much TV.  Because I don’t know how to keep her occupied and get stuff done and play on the internet at the same time.  I’ve tried limiting net time, but that never works out for me.  I think I just need to focus on coming up with things we can do (or she can do, whatever) that gets her away from TV.  Maybe having a set TV watching time?  I haven’t worked out the details quite yet.
• Once this baby is born (after a suitable amount of recovery time) I want to get healthy.  I don’t mean thin (though I will take it!), but healthy.  My cholesterol is too high and I can never get my weight in check.  I just don’t want to feel the way I’ve been feeling.  This is probably going to be the most difficult resolution since I can’t even start until half the year is over, but you have to start somewhere.  I’ll probably try some kind of exercise something I can do at home (2 kids + deployed husband = no free time) and try try try to eat better.  That is my big issue.  I love me some food.
• So, it’s not something I talk about because I am way intimidated by people who don’t suck (as I do), but I’d like to get into photography.  I have a decent camera and a couple of lenses and no knowledge at all.  But I’m working on it.  Trying to learn, even though it is SLOW going.  You would not believe how much there is to it.  It is going to take me SO LONG to get it.  But I’d like to see some improvement this year.
• I’d like to continue being better on the environment.  Maybe use my reusable bags.  I kinda suck at remembering them.  In fact, I don’t even know where they are, so I’ll probably just buy some new ones.  Cute ones that I’ll actually use.
• And, you know, keep my house clean, save the world, cure some disease.  All that good stuff.

A month by month list since I have a blog and can just look old stuff up.  Yay blog!

January- We started clomid to try to get pregnant.  We had been trying for 5 months at that point, but this was the first “serious” month.

February- The clomid failed.  We found out we would be moving to Rhode Island and then Washington state (our top choice!)

March- The clomid failed..again.  Mr. SIlly turned 30.  We took an epic road trip to CA, OR, and WA to visit family.  I got my iPhone and fell in love.

April- We went to a fair and Smushy got to “hold” her very first monkey.  I got my wisdom teeth removed.

May- More clomid.  Mother’s Day!  Mr. Silly and I celebrated our 7th anniversary.  I moved my blog.  Sorta.

June- We dealt with some house drama.  Took a weekend trip to Austin.  Clomid failed…AGAIN.

July- Had a garage sale and made a billion dollars selling baby stuff.  Found out the clomid worked and baby #2 would be making an entrance in March.  Smushy turned 2.  We celebrated by taking her to Sea World in San Antonio.

August- We found out there is just ONE baby in there.  I turned 29.  Lots of planning and prepping for the move.

September- My cat ran away.  We moved from Texas to Rhode Island.  I entered the 2nd trimester.  Lots of unpacking and organizing (Turns out, this never really ends.)  We went to a big fair thing and met up with a few mommies from my online mommy group.  Fun fun fun.

October- Mr. Silly went to VA for work for a couple of weeks.  When he got home we went apple picking and took Smushy to a corn maze.  Smushy started school for the first time.  We found out we would be having a little boy.  Smushy went trick-or-treating for the first time and had a blast!

November- Not much happened this month (at least that I blogged about).  We celebrated Thanksgiving with some friends.  I got huger.

December- We got our first snow and I got my car stuck in the mud in my yard and had t call a tow truck and cried a lot.  A mouse tried to kill me and I traumatized my kid.  Lots of Christmas prepping (shopping, cooking).  I started the 3rd trimester.  Finished the year celebrating my nephew’s 1st birthday with my sister and brother in law.

So, to recap: New home, new baby on the way, same old everything else.  Hooray!

How far along? 28 weeks

Total weight gain: Up 2 pounds total as of my last appointment.

Maternity clothes? Yes.

Sleep: I’m sick.  And I have to pee a lot.  And my kid crawls into bed with us at some point.  So I wake up about 15 times a night.  We’ve had family visiting and now that they’re gone, I plan on napping a lot and going to bed early.

Food cravings: Meh.  Nothing jumps out at me.

Best moment this week: Passing my 1 hour glucose test by 1 whole point.  Woo!

Movement: Yes.  Not quite as active as usual, but he goes through quiet times every now and then.

Gender: Boy.

Labor Signs: None.

Belly Button in or out? Flattish and poking out.

What I miss: Just the physical stuff.  Like being able to get off the couch or bed without help.  Putting on my shoes without planning and grunting.  The usual.

What I am looking forward to: Our 3D ultrasound.

Weekly Wisdom: Don’t get sick.  It sucks and sucks more since there is very little you can take that actually works.

Milestones: Third Trimester!  And 28 weeks sounds like a big deal.  I think my next big deal week is 30.  No reason.  Just what my head tells me.

I would normally add a bunch of stuff about how 2009 was so great and reflect on how my life has improved and how 2010 will be so much better, but really?  No.  Can’t.  Just can’t.  I feel like ever-loving crap and have for a week or so.  My entire face is leaking all over the place and my head feels like someone stuffed cotton in it.  I’m constantly coughing this scratchy, painful, make you throw up hacking cough.  And I’m pregnant, so not a damn thing I can do about it.  I’ve had family here for a couple days and I’ve had to fake every second, including Chuck E Cheese for my nephew’s 1st birthday today.  So just not gonna happen this year.  I’ll try to eventually get around to a year in review type post with some resolutions tossed in for good measure, but it’s going to be late.

And we’re all just going to have to be ok with that.